amaotonovel Chapter 421 The Old Witch
Chapter 421 The Old Witch
Chapter 421 The Old Witch
They all looked over.
Only the baron stared at the hat: "Anna, she ... there is someone else inside."
"Don't worry, there's a lot of space inside." Harry said softly, pointing his wand towards the children, "Don't look at the sloppy hat, but it can protect Anna's safety."
The Sorting Hat is a legendary item.
It has been in operation for more than 1000 years.
At its birth, four of the greatest wizards cast a spell on it, and every Hogwarts headmaster has maintained it throughout the ages it has lived through.Maybe there will be Phineas Black among the principals who is not popular with the students, but there is no doubt about his strength.
The Baron stared at the hat, suspicious of Harry's words.
but.
Although the witcher spoke very bluntly, his words were undoubtedly correct.
"Really?" asked the baron again.
Harry didn't answer him, continuing to cast spells on several of the children.
They are naive, but not stupid.
Harry's attitude, Anna's attitude, these are enough to explain many things.
Are the children who disappeared in the swamp or in the forest lost, or were they killed by another fate?
They are very clear.
Everyone hugged their heads and cried bitterly.
"Take the children to hide." Harry said to the baron when the last defensive spell fell on the children.
The baron was startled, put one hand on the sword, and pointed at himself with the other, a little incredulous: "Me? Why me?"
He is a fighter!
And taking care of children shouldn't be done by women?
He turned his gaze and landed on Ciri.
Oh. She can't.
He had seen Ciri's strength before. Although this little girl had only initially mastered the power of the ancient blood, her strength should not be underestimated. She had once saved herself from the attack of the petrified cockatrice.
Immediately afterwards, he looked away and fell on Hermione.
This little girl looks delicate and weak, she should.
"Hermione is also better than you." Harry said softly, "She is a very good witch."
"Remember what I showed you?"
"She can too."
The baron opened his mouth, finally sighed, put his hand down from the sword, and stretched out his hand to the children: "Come on, children, I will take you out of the way."
"There's going to be a war here."
The children, weeping, followed the baron.
In that house, the movement gradually disappeared.
A puff of dusty mist surged out.
Before Hermione waved her wand, she dispelled this sudden, strange and weird thick fog again.
Three people quietly emerged from the mist.
A thin, stooped figure with a pointed hat.
A bloated, monster-like creature, with its entire head covered by a bamboo basket from the front of its face, and its tortoise shell bound with a rope stuck in its flesh.
The last one is tall and big, but there is a bag hanging on its stomach, and it seems that there is a skeleton in it.
No matter how they look, there is one thing in common.
None of them seemed to have skin, their flesh was exposed, and a swarm of flies swarmed them.
"Anna disappeared." The tallest one, the eldest sister among the old witches, whispered, "We thought she had escaped."
"It seems that you moved your hands?"
The fattest ones, the boiled woman among the old witches said greedily: "Welcome back, ancient blood, I miss the taste so much."
"I knew you would come back." The remaining Weaver, who was wearing a pointed hat, stared straight at Ciri, "Our fates have long been intertwined."
Harry looked at Ciri in surprise: "You can do it to them?"
"Harry!" Ciri called his name viciously.
Hermione was puzzled.
Why can't you do it?
The three of them don't look disgusting, even the kind that makes people disgusted at a glance.
Dirty, ugly, bloody.
People always can't bear to start with cute and beautiful creatures, but they can't bear to start with such ugly things.
etc.
Start?
I'm afraid it's not the kind of attack I understand.
She looked up, looked at Ciri, then at Harry.
Harry nodded, "That's what you think."
Hermione moved quietly, moving closer to Harry.
She was still a little worried that if Ciri appeared, would Harry
Wrong, all wrong.
Instead of worrying about Harry, worry more about yourself.
Ciri wanted to say something else.
Whispering woman said: "A handsome guy, a beautiful woman, ancient blood, is this why you come to see us?"
"He does have some skills." Weaver looked around, "Anna is gone."
"I don't feel her fate."
The whispering woman shook her head: "She can't escape, just like the blood of the ancients, she can't escape."
She raised her hand and swipe quickly across the palm of the other hand.
But nothing happened.
It was quiet in the Sorting Hat.
"It's no use." Harry looked at them. "Call out Ilerith."
The whispering woman tilted her head: "Your goal is Illeris?"
"Throw yourself into the net!"
"Isn't the Ancient Blood fleeing the Wild Hunt?"
The three of them, you have a word, I have a word.
The whispering woman's voice became fierce: "Illeris must not be informed of your news!"
"He won't let us get the blood of the ancients." Zhu Po's tone was still greedy.
Harry said softly, "Then stop talking nonsense."
He reached into the sorting hat and pulled out the snake bone sword.
The whispering woman raised her hand: "You will regret it."
"Witcher, we'll enjoy you and take you again."
This time, Hermione's reaction was quick, and she could almost immediately hear the charming and teasing meaning hidden in the words of this inhuman monster.
fainted!
She shot the spell at the one who spoke.
croak——
A crow appeared out of thin air, blocked the red light, and fell straight to the ground before flapping its wings a few times.
"Strange magic." Whispering mother-in-law said, with a bit of a smile in her words, "but it's just the effect of causing coma?"
"Soft, without any lethality."
Zhipo's figure suddenly disappeared.
Suddenly appeared behind Hermione.
Armor protection!
Harry cast a curse with one hand, and stabbed with the sword again.
Weaver's hand was pierced.
But as if she couldn't feel the pain, she snorted, pulled out her arm, and grabbed Hermione's hair.
Hermione waved her wand.
Her robe whirled, and a huge lion pounced on Zhima from behind, aimed its bloody mouth at her head, and bit down hard.
click-
Take a bite.
Zhipo disappeared again.
The whispering woman raised her hand.
Crows flocked all over the sky, dark clouds destroyed the city, pieces of blood-red light gathered among the crows, and there was a strong, disgusting and rancid smell.
Rolling, like waves, hitting them.
Harry raised his wand and flicked it forward.
The crows all over the sky stood still, motionless, only sporadic blood radiated out, but it was useless.
(End of this chapter)