Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 139 Helga Hufflepuff ([-]rd update~)

"It seems that the beast is a great threat to you?" Harry stared at their faces, "Do you need my help?"

"But your horse is dead." A young man laughed, "A knight who can't even protect his own mount."

Harry waved his hand: "Yes, but the beast didn't do me any harm."

He stretched out his hand generously: "Look, do I look very embarrassed?"

The men looked at it.

There are new and old armors full of battle marks. They have seen many knights, but they have never seen a knight with such exquisite armor.

The shoes are clean, not even a lot of dust on the upper.

Hair was neatly done.

those eyes
The man finally noticed this, and one couldn't help screaming.

"Are you an alien, a wizard?" They raised their pitchforks high, their voices excited and angry, "Are you coming to steal our child again?"

Harry was taken aback.

What a familiar curse, I haven't heard it for several years, it's really kind.

"Have you ever seen a wizard use this thing?" Harry pulled out the Snake Bone Sword, a dark white sword with a chill that is rare for ordinary swords. "Or, do you want to try it yourself?"

The men still hold pitchforks.

"Are you really not one of those aliens?" A person asked tremblingly.

Harry's tone became as gentle as possible: "I heard you say 'again', it seems that you have lost your child more than once? Tell me?"

Men worry about him.

Harry withdrew his sword, and put one hand casually in the sorting hat disguised as a pocket: "I am a very powerful knight, and many wizards died in my hands."

"Can you kill a wizard?" A person exclaimed, his eyes full of surprise.

Harry nodded, "Of course, I can."

"I can solve your troubles for you, but I need a reward."

The men looked at Harry suspiciously. The most difficult thing for them to accept was Harry's weird cat-like eyes—this kind of strange feeling made them very uneasy.

They get together.

The young man pointed the pitchfork at Harry.

Fortunately, he sat down on the rock, took out a bottle of milk from the sorting hat, and drank it leisurely.

The men called the women over and discussed for a long time. Finally, one person was recommended and walked to Harry. He was not young, almost 40 years old, with many scars on his face and hands, left by bears and wolves. One of his legs is lame, but he still walks vigorously, and the other foot is wearing buckskin boots that don't seem to fit well.

"My lord knight, can you really kill a wizard?" The man asked with a serious face.

Harry nodded.

"Then you can prove it." The man tentatively.

Harry interrupted him with a cold tone: "I want to prove it to you?"

The stern eyes made the man's heart tighten. He is more dangerous than bears and wolves.

He hurriedly changed his words: "We did encounter some troubles. If you can help solve them, we can pay you a very generous reward."

"Tell me, what is it?" Harry waved his hand.

The man sat down on the ground in front of Harry: "You know, wizards always bring bad luck."

"Not long ago, probably last year, we had a witch here, and she lived in the woods over there."

He pointed up, behind Harry.

Harry didn't look back, just nodded, echoing him.

The man went on.

"Our life has been very good before, although sometimes there are some small troubles, there is no doctor, and the mill sometimes does not work. The lord rarely sends people to care about our small village on the edge of the Black Forest."

"That witch will use some potions and food to exchange some resources from us. God, we really thought she was a good person at first."

"But she only lived in that forest for a month, and something strange happened in the village!"

"Old Tom's child, suddenly flew up to the roof from here, and John's girl, we watched with our own eyes, she revived a dead flower, but the one who was beside her that day My child, I got sick when I got home and almost died."

This is a magical riot of little wizards.

Harry was quick to judge.

Two little wizards.

"How old are they?" Harry asked.

The man was taken aback: "One is eight years old and the other is six years old."

Harry raised his hand, "Go ahead."

The man frowned, struggled for a while, thought about where he was going, and then continued: "The witch came over and asked Old Tom and John for their children. She promised money, potions, and food. out."

"But you know it!"

"We're not poor enough to sell our children."

Harry couldn't help a sneer.

This seems to be the same in any world.

The man shook his head awkwardly, and continued: "Then our child disappeared and was stolen by her! It must be like this!"

"Evidence?" Harry asked.

The man was startled, and buried his head: "How could we be able to see through the witch's ability, we just think she did it."

Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his head: "Master Knight, we haven't seen that witch since the child was lost. She snatched our child for no reason. People in the village want to find her , will be driven away by her driving wild beasts."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Not to kill, just to drive away.

The heart is not entirely bad.

"So you want me to get your kids back." Harry looked at him.

The man nodded and gritted his teeth: "Kill that witch, she is too much of a threat to our village!"

"What about the pay?" Harry asked.

The man hesitated and said, "How much do you want?"

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

"Five silver pennies." The man gritted his teeth and spit out such a number.

"Fifty." Harry opened his mouth loudly, bargaining wildly.

The man shook his head in fear: "No, Sir Knight, we can't afford so much."

Harry got up and walked out of the village.

"Ten pennies, what do you think of ten pennies?" The man kept him.

Harry didn't stop for him.

"Fifteen, fifteen pence!" The man also crawled to his feet.

Harry slowed down a little.

"21, up to 21, we are a small village, and we can only make up this." The man began to really grit his teeth, "We still have to pay the lord's tax."

Harry turned his head: "Very well, then get ready and wait for me to come back."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded his head: "Of course, my lord knight, I wish you safety." He shouted an ancient syllable, which means "triumph and peace" in the rune script, but it has no magical effect.

Harry walked in the direction the man pointed.

"Do you really want to help them?" After leaving the village, the Sorting Hat said, "I have to remind you that people in this era are very cunning. I don't think they are good people."

"There is a smell of blood in the village." Harry said softly, "It's still fresh, it smells like human blood."

The Sorting Hat wags its point.

"Notice how they're dressed?" Harry asked.

The Sorting Hat "snorred" shaking.

Harry patted it. "Be careful, a lot of them don't have the right clothes, the women wear jewelry they shouldn't have, and the men wear more or less ill-fitting but elegant clothes."

The Sorting Hat points to its pointy hat: Thoughtful.

"Maybe the witches in the woods are their excuse?" Harry continued softly, "They use it to seduce passing knights or merchants, kill them, and plunder their belongings."

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

"Then you're still going?" The Sorting Hat wrinkled up, "Isn't it very dangerous?"

"That witch shouldn't have a bad heart." Harry shook his head, "If it was a dark wizard, this village would have been gone long ago, right?"

"The little wizards who exchange food and money for magic riots are worried that those little wizards will become silent?"

"Gryffindor's portrait trial, and such a kind-hearted witch, who do you think of?"

The Sorting Hat's voice became cheerful: "It's Helga? Oh, indeed, she can do such a thing."

"Well, I always thought that Hufflepuff was a highly respected witch." Harry sighed.

The Sorting Hat nodded and echoed: "She is indeed such a witch, Godric and Salazar respect her very much."

"Stealing a child is considered virtuous?" Harry asked it back.

The Sorting Hat was taken aback, and its voice became annoyed: "Steal, how can you call it steal?"

"It's obviously saving people!"

"If the little wizard becomes silent, the little wizard will die, and the village will be destroyed. Helga is kind."

Harry patted it lightly: "So in history, Ms. Hufflepuff did this kind of thing, right? If she can't abduct the little wizard, she just steals the child."

The Sorting Hat lowered the tip of the hat, reluctantly and hard to justify.

Vaguely said some obscure words such as "rescue, not steal", "how can rescue be considered stealing?", "obviously gave money".

The road is full of cheerful atmosphere.

They walked quickly into the woods.

Harry stopped, and a powerful magic barrier was in the middle of the forest. He waved his wand, and the warm magic power gushed out, but was resisted by the barrier, and Harry's magic power was dispersed with a snap.

Not willing to communicate with people?
Harry froze for a moment, thought for a while, and said a spell.

"Call God Guard!"

He spoke a few words to the Patronus, injecting himself with thoughts.

The silver-white griffin walked slowly towards the barrier. This ancient, powerful, and peaceful road symbolized the creation of the highest level of white magic spells. It was not resisted by the barrier, and it walked in slowly.

Not too long.

The magic power of the barrier gradually receded, the surroundings of the forest twisted and changed, and a huge, crude greenhouse appeared in front of Harry.

A little badger Patronus jumped up and down in front of Harry, and said pleasantly, "This friend from afar, please come in."

"Since you are here for the children in that village."

　There is one more chapter, before twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)