Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 395 Straight to the topic
The witcher never distinguishes between day and night when traveling.

Especially if you are chasing time.

It's dangerous at night.

There is a risk of being saped by punks on any London block, let alone in a world where monsters are reborn.

But they were lucky, they didn't encounter too dangerous creatures, only a group of evil spirits.

Evil ghosts are the most common type of monsters.

It is a creature with the same appearance and figure as a house elf, except that its ears are not so big, small and pointed, and its horns hang upside down.

They're not that dangerous.

Even a farmer with a pitchfork can handle a single evil spirit.

but.
The troublesome thing about evil ghosts has never been the strength of the individual, but the number.

One evil spirit is insignificant, but five evil spirits will start to give the demon hunter a headache. If there are ten evil spirits, even the demon hunter will be at risk of death.

Of course, this was nothing to Harry and Hermione.

Magic is extremely useful when dealing with such a large number of but not so powerful monsters. Just a freezing spell can kill them all.

Harry did not forget to collect materials on them.

Although evil spirits are weak.

But their hearts are a necessary material for making white Lafada decoction-this kind of medicine can heal wounds on the body in a short time.

Even if you don't use it yourself, it's good to bring it to Professor Snape and let him study it.

The appearance of these creatures made Hermione a little more comfortable.

Sitting on the horse, with the cold wind blowing, she asked, "So the humanoid corpses we saw on the side of the road are actually the corpses of this kind of creature?"

Harry shook his head: "Hermione, you think this world is too beautiful."

It was indeed a human corpse.

Hermione didn't speak, but held her wand tightly.

She felt that the degree of danger she had imagined was still not as good as the reality and cruelty in this world.

Wait until the evening of the next day.

They rushed to a village.

It seems to be located on an island in the middle of a lake, surrounded by deep river water.

"Here we are." Harry said, recalling the contents on the map.

They dismounted.

Entering the village, follow the leftmost road until you reach a gate, where a huge grid-like iron gate falls, blocking their way.

In front of the door, two guards stared at the two of them.

Looking young and unarmed made them less nervous.

"Stop." A guard raised his hand, his tone serious, "Who is it?"

Harry paused: "I want to see the Baron."

The guard raised his eyebrows: "You? Who?"

Harry looked behind him.

On the wall on the other side closed by the grid-shaped iron gate, there is a missing persons notice, which shows the head of a young girl.

"Witcher," Harry replied, "I think you barons need it right now, don't you?"

Harry didn't hide his gaze.

The guard walked along, looked back, and saw the notice intruding into his eyes, but he didn't turn his head back: "Open the door!"

"Sergeant Adal, we have a witcher here to see the baron."

With a click, the iron door rose.

"Don't cause trouble, witcher." The guard then turned his head back and gave him a meaningful look.

Harry said calmly: "If you don't provoke me, I think we will have a very pleasant experience."

Adal leads the way.

Harry didn't accost him, and was silent the whole way.

The dull sergeant led them into the most luxurious house in the whole village, up to the top floor, and led them to a house.

"Go in after I let you in." A'dal turned around and instructed.

Without waiting for Harry's reply, he raised his hand to knock and pushed the door open.

He just stepped in.

Harry led Hermione in on the back foot.

"What are you doing?" Adal gritted his teeth, "What I said."

Harry interrupted with a wave: "I don't have time to waste like that."

"Also, when did soldiers start to learn the red tape of nobles?"

A'dal narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

In the room, the fat man with a big belly stood up and looked at Harry with some surprise: "Witcher?"

"I thought it would be the one with the white hair."

Harry looked at him: "Has Ciri been here already?"

"Are you also looking for Ciri?" He looked at Harry warily, especially the empty chest.

He was sure that Harry was a witcher, and those distinctive eyes were the best proof.

But in general.
Demon hunters always hang something around their necks that can show their identity.

"You should have heard Ciri talk about me, wolf-sent witcher, Harry." Sensing the wary look in his eyes, Harry introduced himself.

"Harry the Snake Whisperer?" The baron raised his eyebrows, "That wolf-sected witcher who is always misunderstood as the Viper School?"

"Of course Ciri and I mentioned you, but you're much younger than she described."

Harry said calmly, "How long has Ciri been away?"

The Baron waved his hand.

A'dal understood, stepped back and closed the door behind him.

"When we meet for the first time, I have to introduce myself." The baron turned around and looked around the room. "I'm Philip Strenger, but people around here call me the Bloody Baron."

"Damn it, where's my vodka?"

Harry's tone remained calm: "How long has Ciri been away?"

"Why don't you sit down and have a few drinks with me, and let's talk about these things slowly?" The baron's tone was brisk, and he grabbed the bottle, "Siri has lived with me for a while, and it's not something that can be explained clearly in a few sentences. "

"And Waylon is very big, there are forests, swamps, monsters everywhere, I want to find it"

Harry interrupted him again: "Baron, I know what you want to say."

"You want to use Ciri's affairs to blackmail me to help you find your daughter?"

The baron was startled, and put down the wine bottle: "As expected of a witcher, he is really sharp."

"But don't make it so harsh. It's not a threat, it's a commission. I use Ciri's information to entrust you to do something for me."

Harry looked straight at him: "I know a lot, Baron."

"Where is your daughter, and which group of people are you mixing with now?"

"Where is your wife?"

"And, did she really have a miscarriage because of your violence?"

The baron clenched his fists and looked at Harry in disbelief: "Is someone talking to you?"

No matter how sharp a demon hunter is, it is impossible to be so sharp.

He hasn't said anything yet.
"Really?" Harry chuckled.

"Where are Anna and Tamara?" demanded the baron.

Harry looked at him straight. "How long has Ciri been away?"

The two of them looked at each other.

"Do you really know where they are?" the baron asked confirmingly.

Harry said softly, "I am a witcher, a witcher sent by wolves."

The Baron sat back, struggling.

It was hard for him to believe that just meeting him for the first time, a demon hunter who had never met before, knew all about the two biggest troubles in his heart.

But...he's Ciri's friend, Harry the Parseltongue.

"Okay, you win, witcher." He muttered, "It's been nearly a month since Ciri left here."

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