Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

They followed the trail covered with ears deep into the swamp.

The old witches didn't seem to notice them.

The road is not long.

Soon the sound of children playing around reached Harry's ears, and gradually, the sounds of nursery rhymes they sang reached the ears of Hermione and the others.

"My mother killed me."

"My daddy ate me."

"Brothers and sisters, please sit down."

"Pick up the leftover bones."

"Buried under cold marble."

Children's voices are clear and innocent, but the content of their singing...

Go through a bend.

From behind the ear tree, three dilapidated thatched wooden houses broke into their sight, and several children gathered around a pile of firewood.

Deep in the swamp, shrouded in mist.

"This feels a little uncomfortable." Hermione pulled out her wand and waved it lightly.

On the Island of Mist, she was frightened by creatures like the Little Mist Demon. When she saw the mist, she was worried that there would be that kind of creature inside.

The cold wind blew away the light mist, and the sunset suddenly became clear.

"Someone is coming." A child said.

Their singing ceased.

Big and small, they stared at this group of people in a daze.

Watching them walk in, I timidly took a few steps back.

"We don't know you, go away." A little girl bravely raised her hand, grinned, and pointed toward the distance.

The baron looked at them: "Why are there still a group of children in the swamp?"

"They are all Anna's children." Harry answered him.

The baron was in disbelief. He stared at the children with his eyes widened: "Oh, no, Anna has only been away for a long time. How can it be so old?"

He stammered and gestured haphazardly.

These children are seven or eight years old. Anna cannot give birth to them.

"We are not Anna's children!" A little girl gritted her teeth, trying to muster up the courage, but she didn't dare to raise her head to look at Harry.

"Why are you here alone, where are your parents?" Hermione asked gently.

One child shook his head: "We are orphans."

"Both?" This answer was beyond Hermione's expectation.

They nodded.

This answer made Hermione feel complicated, but it was accepted by everyone except her, including the children.

"When there is a war, there are orphans." The boy replied loudly.

The Baron reacted at this time: "So they are orphans taken in by Anna?"

"To be precise, he should have been taken in by the old witch." Harry shook his head.

The little girl shouted: "Grandma is not an old witch. Although she is a bit strict, she is a good grandma!"

"Grandma doesn't even allow us to go deep into the mire."

"The swamp is very scary. When my brother Mick disappeared, my grandma said he just ran into the swamp. She cried for a long time."

Children are very innocent.

But adults, and people who are nearly adults, are not so naive.

Especially when these children sang such nursery rhymes just now.

A terrible thought came to Hermione's mind.

"Harry?" Hermione raised her head.

Harry nodded: "I'm afraid your brother Mick has been eaten by the old witch."

The little boy opened his mouth and looked at Harry in surprise.

The other children didn't know what to say.

The sound of hurried footsteps came, and an older woman walked by, cursing: "What are you guys talking about?"

"No communication with outsiders is allowed."

"And you, with your swords."

She couldn't finish her words, and her footsteps stopped five feet away.

The Baron turned his head even faster than Harry.

This voice was all too familiar to him.

"Anna." The baron called his wife's name affectionately.

There was some panic on her face: "How did you find this place?"

Anna is not a very beautiful woman. She is very old. She looks much older than the Baron. The flesh on her face has completely drooped, which makes her look fierce and vicious. Her hair is gray and hairless. Lifeless, white as dead grass.

"It seems my guess was wrong." Harry whispered.

Hermione was annoyed and gave him a light thump on the back.

The Baron took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible: "I met an excellent demon hunter. He knew you were here and brought me to you."

He turned back and pointed at Harry: "Yes, that's him."

"Ana, come back with me."

"We can open an orphanage in Crow's Nest for any amount of money."

"I also assure you that I have started to give up drinking. The witcher can vouch for me."

Anna shook her head decisively: "No, I won't, get out of here and never appear in front of me!"

"You filthy"

The baron looked at her pitifully.

But his true feelings and assurances did not bring about any softness in the hearts of the people on the other side. Anna cursed the Baron with words that the children were stunned to hear.

"It's not that she doesn't want to leave, it's that she can't leave." Just when the Baron was about to melt into the mud, Harry spoke.

Just one sentence made Anna get stuck.

She looked at Harry in disbelief.

"She has a contract with the old witch." Harry continued, "If you leave the mire, you will be cursed by the old witch and die."

Anna looked flustered, looking left and right, opening her mouth, wanting to speak, but she was worried about something and didn't dare to open her mouth.

"How do you know?" After a while, Anna asked in a low voice.

The little boy looked pitiful and stared at Anna: "Grandma, was my brother Mick really eaten by the old witch?"

Anna looked gloomy and said nothing.

"I'm a witcher." Harry said calmly, "I can take you out of the mire."

Anna shook her head: "No, it's useless. The witches took a bunch of my hair."

"Hair?" The Baron thought of something and took off his hat. "Anna, look, the Witcher has a very useful hair growth formula."

"It's only been two days, I only used one bottle, and now my hair is so thick."

"Don't worry."

Shirley interrupted: "No, Philip, Anna didn't mean that."

"It's a kind of black magic. The old witch casts a spell on the doll, and then ties the human hair to the doll, so that it can control the soul of the owner of the hair."

Anna's voice suddenly became soothing: "Young girl, you know a lot."

"But more than that, I have become their puppet forever."

Harry shook his head and said, "There is no magic in the world that can achieve 'permanence'."

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Anna.

"Witcher, won't you hurt Anna?" The Baron was worried, his hair standing in messy form.

Harry nodded: "Of course."

Hermione also drew her wand.

They both chanted the mantra together.

Anna's movements were still, and time seemed to have frozen on her body.

Shrink quickly.

Harry recited a final spell and pulled open the Sorting Hat. Hermione flicked her wand, and a thumb-sized person immediately fell into the hat.

at the same time.

There was a sudden tremor in a house.