Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Loving someone often requires many reasons.

It is necessary to select the best among his various qualities.

But it's easy to hate someone.

It can be any quality in your body.

He has a pair of evil-looking vertical pupils and black hair. Although he is a Wolf Demon Hunter, the reputation of the Cat Demon Hunter is not good. He even looks good, speaks with a weird accent, and has a good smell. fragrance

It can be any of these.

In an environment full of malice, all malice is unfounded.

Harry said nothing.

Hermione hugged him tight.

The horses' hooves clattered, running into the distance.

After passing the outpost, the distance to Novigrad is even closer.

They arrived the next afternoon.

This is a city that can be called a "pearl". Its status is almost equivalent to what the "Fog City" was to the world during the Industrial Revolution, or what "Xinxiang" was to the world after World War II.

It is the city of liberty.

A free city governed by the Eternal Fire, prohibiting all sorcerers, non-humans, and "heresies with ulterior motives who do not believe in the Eternal Fire."

Hermione was curious about it and yearned for it.

On the way here, Harry told her about the history of Novigrad.

Epic and thrilling.

But this city disappointed her a little.

It is an imaginary, medieval-style city, built with stones and like a fortress.

But very dirty.

There is a complex smell in the air.

Of course, it's also very medieval.

Just like what the book says.

The origin and purpose of high heels were clearly displayed before his eyes.

"How do we find it?" Hermione dismounted and followed Harry cautiously.

Although Harry asked her to sit on the horse, she was unable to do such a thing.

"Go to a dear uncle of mine first." Harry whispered, "Follow me."

Novigrad.

This was not Harry's first time here. He was very familiar with this place, and it felt like he was home.

They entered the city through the Glory Gate, passed the checkpoint, and walked straight back.

An ordinary-looking tavern located in the middle of the street.

Harry pushed the door straight in.

"This place is not open right now." A deep voice sounded almost as soon as the door was pushed open, "I want to go somewhere else to drink."

“And this is not a homeless place!”

Harry smiled slightly: "Uncle Zoltan, don't you welcome me too?"

A huge head poked out with surprised eyes: "Harry? Why did you come to Novigrad?"

"Because of Ciri," Harry whispered, "Where's Dandelion?"

Hermione looked over in surprise.

A short man with almost no neck, a mohawk and a thick beard.

"Dandelion? I also want to ask where he is." Zoltan shook his head, "Harry, you also saw it, this place is a mess, and I left the tavern to him."

He raised his head and looked at the curious girl following Harry: "Oh, Harry, who is this lady?"

"Hermione, my love." Harry whispered.

Hermione blushed and nodded slightly.

"Lover?" Zoltan stared, surprised, "Oh my god, you will also find a lover?"

"Uncle Zoltan, don't make it sound like I'm hard-hearted and stoic." Harry waved and turned his head, "Hermione, this is Uncle Zoltan, one of Geralt's best friends. He is also one of the elders I respect very much.”

"A very reliable person."

"If you choose someone other than a demon hunter who can be entrusted with your life, Uncle Zoltan's status is as high as Sirius, Remus, and Professor Snape."

Hermione greeted reservedly: "Hello."

"Oh, hello." Zoltan looked at him like an elder, "Harry, your vision is very good, much better than that of White Wolf."

"You should be glad that Yennefer isn't here." Harry said softly.

"Let her open the tavern. The mess looks disturbing." Zoltan clapped his hands, "But why are you looking for Dandelion? Although he is a troubadour, if you ask him which restaurant he belongs to, The girl is pretty, so he will definitely be able to give you a good answer, but if you are looking for Ciri, you might as well ask Triss."

"It's hard for Bai Lang to see her, but don't you have a good relationship with her?"

Harry replied: "Ciri has been to Novigrad and met Dandelion."

"Dandelion has been missing for how many days?"

Zoltan shook his head: "I don't know, I just returned to Novigrad not long ago."

"You know his nature. He might be dating another woman. If we look for it, we might be able to find some clues."

As he spoke, he turned around and got busy.

Harry frowned: "Uncle Zoltan, there's no need to look for it."

"I think I know something?"

Zoltan turned around and looked at him in surprise: "I know you demon hunters are good at rummaging through boxes and looking for clues, but you haven't done anything yet."

"It's a very complicated situation." Harry said softly, "When this matter is over, we can sit down at the wine table and talk about it, but I don't have time to explain it in a long way now."

"Too bad, we need to find someone to find out what Dandelion is doing now."

"Is he robbing Lu Wen's treasure, or has he provoked the witch hunter and been imprisoned by the temple guards."

Zoltan was dumbfounded: "This sounds like something Geralt can do, not Dandelion. Harry, are you sure you're right?"

"certainly."

Harry nodded and took his wand from under his robes.

"Now, let's tidy up this place. We haven't had steaming food in a long time."

He flicked his wrist and waved lightly.

The house was occupied by beggars and homeless people, and the things left behind floated up, twisted in the air, and disappeared.

Things that originally belonged to the tavern returned to their original positions.

Hermione also took out her wand.

The stains on the floors and pillars were cleaned up, and the damaged areas were repaired.

A few minutes later.

The whole house has a brand new look.

"Oh my god, what have you done?" Zoltan said in disbelief, "Harry, when can you cast spells like a warlock?"

"And this amazing magic."

Harry stretched out his wand, conjured a fireplace, and lit a flame: "This is also part of the long conversation we should have at the wine table."

"Something amazing, like a celestial conjunction, happened to me."

"Uncle Zoltan, you should notice that I have become a lot younger."

Zoltan looked at him and muttered: "I thought you were just in love and being groomed by a little girl like Hermione, just like Yennefer did to Geralt. After all, it's hard to see anything in you. Young or not.”

"By the way, who do we need to go to to confirm Dandelion's whereabouts?"