amaotonovel Chapter 471 Harry, you can
Chapter 471 Harry, you can
Chapter 471 Harry, you can
Vesemir looked at the strange Kaer Morhen in surprise.
He touched the smooth walls, looked at the lights high above, and the rustling sounds from the courtyard from time to time—the seeds that Harry had sprinkled grew rapidly and devoured the weeds.
It was nothing like the Kaer Morhen he had been in his youth.
But that's fine.
A home should be like this, clean, tidy and bright.
"It's just a little troublesome to maintain." Vesemir muttered, his eyes full of emotion.
Harry shook his head, said nothing, and waved his wand again.
A row of statues emerged from the corner, holding various cleaning tools.
"Don't worry." He then spoke, "You don't need to do it yourself, these statues will clean the castle every night."
"Magic can still be used like this?" Vesemir was surprised.
Harry put his wand back: "Actually, the number of life spells is no less than the number of battle spells."
"At Hogwarts, these kinds of living spells account for even more."
Gardening, kitchen, cleaning.
The little wizards of Hogwarts, 70.00% of the spells learned in school are closely related to life.
There are very few spells for combat.
Even Durmstrang, who is famous for "teaching the black arts", is actually the same.
It was hard for Vesemir to imagine.
Will there really be such a peaceful world?
Tonight, the witchers refrained from getting as drunk as last night, and Geralt finally changed into the bunny girl costume he had to wear all day.
Get up the next day.
The entire courtyard was cleaned up, except for a small tumbleweed-like plant huddled in the corner, and Harry ignored it.
It's just that the devil's net is planted in the corner where it is almost easy to be captured.
Demon hunters who have mastered the sign of Igni can easily deal with this plant, and will not make the people who live here scramble.
Wait until every corner of Kaer Morhen is repaired.
The home of the wolf school demon hunters has turned into a complete home again.
Ciri, Geralt, and Yennefer left first, and they had to prepare for the wedding.
Harry and Hermione were going to take their time.
Vesemir did not go with them either.
Toussaint is a good place, but a sad place for him.
Lambert wanted to be with Harry, but was taken away by Escal. Mom always knew what the child wanted.
The first stop Harry and the others went to was Novigrad.
Go straight down the Pontal River and pass through Niubao, and you will arrive.
Compared with the last time they came and went in a hurry, they had more time and more energy.
Without apparating or choosing broomsticks, they rode at a slow pace.
Harry even showed Hermione how a witcher works.
Find villages, accept commissions, negotiate prices, and kill monsters.
Get the reward in the mood of the villagers' obedience or resistance.
She also understood why Harry reminded herself to be careful every time.
Perhaps it was because Harry moved too fast, which made the villagers feel that the problems encountered in their village were not really a big problem. Most of them were not very willing to pay, and some even took action—they didn’t dare to deal with a demon hunter. People, but Hermione looked too easy to bully.
They take pitchforks, and the teeth are knocked out.
"Finally in Novigrad." Hermione stretched on the horse's back.The life of a witcher is very fresh when you first come into contact with it, but after doing a few more commissions, you will only be sleepy.
most critical.
It's almost hard to get thanked.
Novigrad still looked tense.
Temple guards and witch hunters roam the streets, looking around, eager to label everyone heretic.
Herb Hotel.
No, it should be called the Chameleon Hotel now.
Affected by martial law in the city, business is not very good.
They pushed the door open and walked in.
Dandelion's exaggerated voice sounded: "Welcome, guest, you have come to the best and most elegant hotel in Novigrad!"
"Want something?"
Harry said softly, "Let me tell you a dozen of Geralt's little secrets."
"Oh, Harry!" said Dandelion finely, opening his arms. "That's great, my dearest friend."
Harry looked at him, not intending to hug him, with suspicious eyes: "You seem to be a little too enthusiastic."
"There is one thing, I need your help very much." Dandelion said bluntly, "I think only you can help me in the whole world."
"Huh?" Harry nodded.
Dandelion took the lead and walked to the second floor of the hotel: "Don't worry, this won't take up too much of your time."
"Geralt went to Ciri too, I think."
Harry interrupted him: "Ciri's found it, and all the troubles, I mean including the Wild Hunt stuff, are all sorted out."
"I came to see you for other things."
Dandelion paused, then continued: "That's really good news."
"But what else do you want from me?"
"Geralt is going to marry Yennefer." Harry said softly, "In half a month, in Toussaint, I invite you and Zoltan to attend the wedding."
This news was so horrifying that people were caught off guard.
Dandelion staggered and nearly fell down the stairs. Harry snapped his fingers, and the Levitation Charm held him up, preventing the bard from rolling down like a ball.
"They are getting married?" Dandelion couldn't believe it.
Harry nodded.
Dandelion shook his head: "This news is too surprising."
"It's hard to imagine that he would actually walk into the grave of marriage."
"He and Yennefer are both a hundred years old," Harry replied.
Dandelion shrugged: "I always ignore his age. Let's discuss this news with Zoltan later."
He walked to a door, stopped, and knocked carefully.
"Hey, Priscilla, I brought an old friend over to see you, can I go in?"
No one in the room spoke.
There was only a crisp look at the table.
Dandelion pushed the door open and they walked in.
The poetess, who once sang at the Kingfisher Hotel and amazed everyone, sat at the table with a quill, and the table was covered with filled or partially filled paper.
"After you left Novigrad." Dandelion looked at Priscilla, sighed, and said slowly, "Geralt came over."
"At that time, Priscilla and I were worrying about the new hotel. Thanks to him, we got a certain amount of money."
"But at that moment, Priscilla was attacked."
"Geralt was heroic. He took care of that vampire and everything."
"But Priscilla's voice was so damaged that she could no longer sing songs like she used to."
"Harry." Dandelion read his name, raised his head, and looked over with a sincere expression.
Priscilla shook her head and laughed. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and not unpleasant, but it was in the same state as the lark before, and it was very different: "Dandrian, although I can no longer sing on stage, this It doesn't affect my writing poems, isn't your performance also very popular?"
(End of this chapter)