Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

It was different from the pubs Hermione had seen.

There are very few barrels.

Even the shabbiest Hog's Head pub has plenty of barrels.

Some food that looked rotten was hung on the wall, and there were some unidentified decorations.

She poked her head around.

There is a "clear stupidity" that is self-evident in the eyes of people of this era.

People born in times of peace are completely different from those born in times of chaos.

Several people sitting in the corner exchanged glances.

A young-looking demon hunter, fair and fair, with only a small, almost negligible scar on his face, which looked more like a scar from a fall.

Witchers are tough opponents.

But he only has one.

And young

"Young" is not a good word in a place like Willen. It means inexperience and easy to deal with.

He didn't even have a weapon on him.

The back is bare - rumor has it that the witcher hangs his two swords there.

The lady who follows the witcher

At first they thought it was a sorceress.

After all, the only ones who can hang out with demon hunters are those guys.

But it doesn't look like it.

They had heard rumors about sorceresses. Those guys were mean, cautious, and unkind, but this lady looked so innocent, and her eyes were so clear. They could guarantee that even the noble women from Novigrad and Cowburg were It is impossible to have such innocent and clean eyes.

The daughter of some big shot?

I encountered some trouble, so I found a demon hunter. Although those deformed guys were scary, they were really professional in solving the trouble, but they were expensive.

Not the Bloody Baron's daughter.

They had seen that young girl. Her appearance was outstanding in a place like Willen, but she was completely incomparable to the one in front of them.

He is simply more aristocratic than noble.

They confirm each other's thoughts.

Stand up unsteadily.

This is a place that Viren, law, morality, and other human-related things cannot cover.

A young, unarmed witcher, a noble and beautiful woman without any bodyguards, who can easily pull out gold.

What a suitable prey.

"Hey, brother, where are you from?" A man came over and said the smell of alcohol coming from the shop.

Harry looked over.

He was a rare fat man, nearly five and four-fifths feet tall, considered a strong man in Willen. He wore leather armor and had a long sword hanging on his waist.

"I have no time to talk to you now." Harry glanced at them, shook his head, and continued to look at the map.

"Hey, what's the name of this lady?" A man whistled, "Why are you with a freak?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to be with normal people?"

They laughed.

"I heard that witchers can't give birth to children, is that the guy?" Seeing that Harry didn't make any movement, someone laughed even more wildly, "Hey, madam, why don't you come with us?"

Harry knocked on the table and interrupted them: "Hermione."

Hermione took out her wand.

She remembered what Harry had just said.

"This place is no different from the Middle Ages. The stereotypes of laws and rules are abandoned."

Don't be merciful.

Moreover, these guys even insulted Harry.

"Shut your mouth!" Hermione said fiercely.

The group of people laughed even more wildly: "A small wooden stick, what is this? Is it your weapon? It's as small as you, madam."

Cleaned up.

Hermione uttered the spell.

The person who laughed the most was speechless and bubbles bubbled in his mouth.

"It's the sorceress!" someone said.

"Hey, you evil guy." Without hesitation, they drew their weapons and their playful expressions subsided, "Hurry up and undo your magic."

Hermione waved her wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

A ray of red light shot out and hit a person, knocking him away. The long sword flew up and was stuck on the wall.

The tavern was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, he screamed in terror and fled in all directions.

The boss shrank down the counter with great experience and protected his head.

The two men rushed forward, slashed with their swords, and stabbed Hermione.

Another person has no past.

He lunged at Harry.

A demon hunter without weapons - no matter how powerful he is, what is he?

He just pounced.

The sword was raised high.

Harry looked back, raised his hand, and made a gesture.

Alder!

The seal stirred up a wave of air, and the man flew backwards.

He then snapped his fingers, and the cup that had just been drunk on the table twisted and turned into a sharp knife. It flew out with a whoosh, whizzed through the air, and hit the throat of the man who was still in the air.

There was a pop and blood splattered.

Then there was a "clang" sound, and the knife, carrying the body, was nailed to the wall. Only the tail of the knife trembled, making a lingering sound.

In the blink of an eye, he was dead.

The remaining three people, including Hermione, didn't react and stared at the corpse blankly.

"Harry?" Hermione was confused.

Wasn't the killing a bit decisive?

"Letting them go will cause trouble." Harry said concisely, "A couple who are very rich but very soft-hearted will not be in too much trouble even if they covet them. The most they will get is a beating."

Hermione understood.

The world is different and the rules are different.

If you were to put yourself in the shoes of a robber or robber, you would definitely enjoy harassing such a person.

Having money means big profits.

A good heart means a good heart.

If you don't succeed, you'll get a beating at most.

If it works, it's a lot of money.

She raised her wand.

The transformation spell was cast, and the table turned into vines, wrapping around the three people.

Killing is usually what black magic represents.

but.

White magic is not incapable of harming others.

Hermione waved her wand again, her hand trembling slightly. Just like Harry, the three cups on the table turned into table knives, aiming at the necks of the three of them and stabbing them hard.

This was her first time doing something like this.

The accuracy is somewhat insufficient.

After pricking several times, the breath of these three people was finally released.

Harry didn't help.

boom!

She lifted the spell and the three corpses fell heavily to the ground.

"Uncomfortable?" Harry stretched out his hand, and another glass of wine flew out from the counter and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione's face turned pale, she took the glass and took a big sip. She was still shaking a little, but shook her head firmly: "No, I'm just not used to it. It's almost like the first time I saw a dementor. Just take it easy."

What did she think of.

Raising her wand and casting the Patronus Charm, the silver-white lioness landed on the ground and entangled herself at her feet.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, her face gradually regained some color.

Four bodies.

This was their first day in this world, and it was also their first time meeting someone.

"Can we continue setting off tonight?" Harry asked her.

Hermione nodded: "Of course there's no problem, I'm not hurt."

She clenched her fists.

I am not that fragile.

You've been prepared for this for a long time, haven't you?