Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

crow's nest.

The Baron wakes up from a hangover.

After getting the news from Harry, he immediately sent people to Cowburg. However, although Cowburg was close to Willen, it was not possible to travel back and forth in a day or two.

He got up from the bed and put on his clothes.

Today I have to meet with the people from Nilfgaard.

The daughter and wife ran away, but life went on and it was not impossible for them to come back.

Carrying half a bottle of wine on the bedside, he walked out of the house cursing.

Wait until you reach the first floor.

Two people who suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly appeared in his home again.

"Witcher, and your companions." The Baron was surprised, "You are back so soon? Has the little girl Ciri been found?"

Harry shook his head: "Almost, the trace has been found."

"Then you can deal with my trouble now?" The Baron put the wine bottle aside, "Don't worry, I won't pay you less, Crown. I understand the witcher."

"Not yet." Harry answered him, "I have to find Ciri completely."

The baron was startled and curled his lips: "Then what are you doing here? Tell me specifically?"

"We're going to take Uma away," Harry replied. "Of course, we'll pay for it."

The Baron touched his chin: "I don't need money."

"Bring Tamara back to me."

"I can wait for Anna's matter."

Harry shook his head and refused simply: "I think I said that neither time nor the situation allow me to do this now."

"When I find Ciri and solve those troubles, I will come over to accept your commission."

The baron had a tough attitude: "If you don't help me find Tamara, what if I don't give Uma to you?"

Harry's face was expressionless and his tone was calm: "Baron, I don't think you would do such an unwise thing. Do you think you can stop me just by relying on these soldiers in your hands?"

"I did it for the sake of you taking care of Ciri."

The baron said nothing and stared directly at him.

Harry snapped his fingers.

There was a whistling sound, and the baron turned around, his face becoming horrified - the table behind him twisted and turned into a giant statue that was close to the ceiling. The material was no longer wood, but had a cold metallic texture.

The Baron has experienced many battles.

He could clearly tell that this was fine steel, or at least master craftsmanship.

From a wooden table to a steel giant.

magic?

Aren't witchers incapable of mastering magic?

"I can make it bigger," Harry whispered. "Do you think I have the power to destroy that army of yours?"

The baron turned pale.

The voice was soft, and the tone and manner of speaking were gentle, but these words were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart.

Can a steel colossus destroy one's own army?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But what about adding a witcher and a sorceress?

What if, among other things, the Witcher could summon more than one Iron Colossus?

At least it seemed that the demon hunter was far from reaching his limit and could easily summon such a giant statue.

"Witcher, you are threatening me." The baron turned his head back stiffly.

Harry shrugged: "As you know, I am a witcher."

"You win." After a while, the baron clapped his hands, "For three hundred crowns, you can take Uma away."

"This is a very fair price."

Harry raised his hand and waved, and a small piece of gold flew out of the Sorting Hat and fell into his hand.

"You are so generous." The baron took it in surprise and weighed it in his hands.

Harry looked at him angrily and stretched out his hand: "You have to change."

"The price of this piece of gold is much more than three hundred crowns."

Gold is also valuable in this world.

It's just that most of the so-called "gold jewelry" is just a little bit of gold mixed with a lot of brass. Even so, a gold ring can be sold for more than ten kronor.

It's gold of very high purity like the one in my hand.

In addition to the value of gold itself, it also has the additional value of craftsmanship.

"It's really fussy." The baron sighed with emotion.

"When will a Kelpie cost two crowns instead of one point and three crowns?" Harry shook his head, "Money is very important to us."

The baron took a bite, opened it and looked at it. He was a little surprised: "The purity is so high?"

"How about six hundred crowns for you?"

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

"Six hundred and thirty?" The baron immediately quoted another price.

"Baron, we don't need to play this kind of bargaining game." Harry shook his head, "We all know the value of this piece of gold, seven hundred and ten crowns. This is a fair price for both of us."

"As for Uma."

"For the sake of me providing you with such a piece of high-purity gold, two hundred crowns, you have to ask me for five hundred and ten crowns."

The baron shook his head wildly: "Witcher, you are the one who opens your mouth."

"Two hundred crowns? You don't see many clowns like this. If I sell it to other businessmen, I can get at least four hundred crowns."

Harry reached forward and showed his palm.

No words were spoken, but the meaning was clear.

If you can, just sell it and see if anyone is willing to spend four hundred crowns to buy such a thing.

The baron scratched his face and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm exaggerating a little, but two hundred is not enough. Three hundred is a very fair price."

"But I'm not trading with you in crowns, it's gold." Harry raised his hand, and the gold in the baron's hand floated, "If I go to Novigrad, this piece of gold can be exchanged for at least 700. Or even make it fancy and sell it for eight hundred crowns.”

The Baron said confidently: "But you are in the crow's nest now, not Novigrad."

Harry didn't speak, but spoke an onomatopoeic word: "Crack."

The voice alerted the Baron.

The two people in front of him have the ability to teleport.

"But it still hasn't turned into a work of art." The baron said sarcastically.

Harry waved his hand.

The gold nugget becomes a miniature but vivid wolf.

The baron was speechless.

He also has the ability to shapeshift.

"Then it's seven hundred crowns, which is the price of the black horse. Can I make another concession, two hundred and sixty crowns?" The baron took a deep breath.

Harry waved his hand and the gold nugget changed back to its original shape: "Deal."

Baron "Wolf" pronounced a word.

Harry glanced at him.

The baron sighed and did not continue.

He held the gold nugget and went to his house to get the money. More than four hundred crowns was not a small amount of money. For ordinary farmers, a few crowns could last a month. The hundreds of crowns they entrusted to the witcher were all worth it. It was put together by one family after another. Although the Bloody Baron is a baron, this is in Velen, and his castle is just a decent village.

Much worse than a real baron.

Hermione looked at Harry with unexpected surprise: "Harry, I didn't know you would say such a price."

"This is one of the necessary skills for a witcher." Harry said softly, with the corners of his mouth raised in amusement.