Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Hermione waved her wand.

Their memory and cognition have been tampered with.

This group of beggars and homeless people lined up and walked out in a daze.

"It's really convenient. You don't have to deal with these things anymore." Zoltan was surprised.

Hermione took a deep breath: "They won't come again."

"Won't come again?" Zoltan looked at her and chanted a spell to make the broom and mop move, and the surprise in his voice did not fade away.

Hermione hesitated as to how to answer.

The magic of modifying memory is common sense to them.

But for people in this world, it is not common sense, and modifying memory does not sound like a very decent thing, even if the "Forgetting Curse" does not belong to black magic.

Just because of the difference in eyes, people in this world can say nasty things to a stranger.

She was worried about the impact of saying this.

"A little magic that modifies memory." Harry replied, "I don't know what Hermione changed their memories to, but since she said those people will not come back, then they will indeed not come back."

"That's really cool." Zoltan poked his head, "But where's Dandelion? He wasn't rescued, was he?"

Priscilla frowned and looked at the two of them worriedly.

"Rescued already," Harry replied.

Zoltan looked around blankly: "Did he ask you to continue using the invisibility magic on him to make a joke on us?"

Priscilla tried to poke around, but all she got was air.

Harry flicked his wand and said, "He's here."

The stoat flew out of the pocket, swearing and shouting loudly, and fluttered towards Pucilla.

"Oh, my God." Pucilla caught it hurriedly, "Is this Dandelion?"

Zoltan stood on tiptoes and looked over: "You turned that bitch into a white weasel?"

In Pucilla's hands, he stopped barking and became docile and well-behaved.

Priscilla corrected: "No, this is a stoat, not the same as a weasel."

"I think this creature suits him very well," Harry replied.

Dandelion took advantage of it, rubbing Pucilla's hand, and even leaned forward, trying to climb on top of her.

Pucilla was happy and didn't care at all.

"I have to remind you, Miss Priscilla, he is Dandelion, not a real ferret." Harry said softly.

Puscilla reacted and grabbed the back of the neck of this cute-looking creature: "You actually want to take advantage of me in this state."

The ferret turned his head, looked at Harry, and chirped.

Harry raised his hand and clicked his wand.

The ferret flew back to the ground, magic power surging, and its body twisted and returned to its original shape.

"This is really a wonderful experience!" Dandelion waved his hands and looked excited. "I feel like inspiration is gushes out like spring water now."

"A stoat's adventure through the city of Novigrad!"

“To create a great epic from the perspective of a little animal that almost no one cares about.”

"Thank you, Harry, for making possible another great work by the great poet Dandelion."

Harry nodded, expressionless: "Congratulations, Dandelion, the great bard who is as great as a stoat."

"But before you get too proud of your new work, I have to ask you a few questions."

"How many days have you been held captive by the eternal fire?"

Dandelion frowned: "How many days? If tonight passes, it will be four days."

four days

Harry frowned.

One step too late.

"Are you looking for Ciri?" Dandelion asked tentatively.

Harry nodded: "Obviously."

"I think you don't have to worry about her." Dandelion said softly, "Ciri is a big girl now. She is very strong. She can wield a steel sword just like you demon hunters."

"She takes good care of herself."

Harry glanced at him: "If she provoked a playboy like you, I don't think neither I nor Geralt would be worried, but you know what she provoked."

"I know very well that it's the Wild Hunt." Dandelion sighed, "But the Wild Hunt can't catch her."

"And she will definitely come back to Novigrad."

Harry asked: "Because of the small box given to Hawthorne II?"

"Yes." Dandelion nodded, "It seems that you have traced it and obtained it?"

Zoltan cleared his throat: "Damn Dandelion, I have to remind you that Harry only came to Novigrad this afternoon."

"That thing isn't important." Harry shook his head.

Dandelion frowned: "But Xili is very precious to it. This thing is related to a curse."

"But Ciri didn't want to mention the curse, and I didn't ask any more questions."

Zoltan was surprised: "Is Ciri cursed?"

"She didn't." Before Dandelion could say anything, Harry shook his head first. "The one who was cursed was one of her friends, an Elf of Ain, the Great Sage, and the former King of the Wild Hunt, Ari. Ding’s advisor.”

"It seems that we and Ciri have completely missed it."

"She should have run to Misty Island by now."

Harry has always been aware of Ciri's experience. Geralt and Ciri both mentioned it when they were in Novigrad.

However, the specific time has never been announced.

but.

The only thing that is clear is that Ciri did not stay in Skellig for long. After making a big noise, she left in a hurry.

Maybe one day, maybe two days.

But four or five days is too long.

Moreover, even if they rode brooms, it would take more than a day, six days, or a week to get from Novigrad to Skellige. They still couldn't catch up with Ciri in the past.

"So Harry, you now know Ciri's situation?" Zoltan asked.

Harry nodded: "She is safe now."

He tilted his head and said to Hermione: "Let's take a good rest here today. Bring Uma with you tomorrow. We have to end our short journey."

Dandelion whispered softly: "Harry, you haven't introduced me to this beautiful lady yet."

"Hermione, my lover." Harry looked at him and introduced briefly.

"Lovers? Have you finally settled?" Dandelion was surprised.

Harry spoke with a strong emphasis: "Unlike Geralt, I haven't provoked so many sorceresses."

"Of course." Dandelion nodded, "It's always you who are provoked, our handsome Snake Whisperer Harry."

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

Hermione poked her head around, curious.

After thinking for a while, she waved her wand: "Dandelion, you have been imprisoned for so long. You haven't had a good meal for a long time? What do you want to eat? I know some food magic and I should be able to make a dish that will satisfy you. .”

"Then there's nothing better than a juicy piece of barbecue and a glass of wine." Dandelion was not polite at all and came to the table. "Harry, come and talk too. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Are Geralt and the others okay?"