Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 404 Half Step

Chapter 404 Half Step

Hermione waved her wand.

Their memory and cognition have been tampered with.

This group of beggars and refugees lined up to go out in a daze.

"It's really convenient, you don't need to do anything with these things anymore." Zoltan was surprised.

Hermione took a deep breath: "They won't come again."

"Won't come again?" Zoltan watched her chanting a spell to make the broom and mop move, and the surprise in her voice didn't fade away.

Hermione hesitated for an answer.

The magic of modifying memory is common sense to them.

But for people in this world, it is not very common sense, and modifying memory does not sound like a very decent thing, even if the "Forgetting Curse" does not belong to black magic.

Just because of different eyes, people in this world can speak ill of a stranger.

She was very worried about what kind of impact she would have if she said this.

"A little magic that modifies memories." Harry replied, "I don't know what Hermione changed their memories, but since she said those people won't come back, then they really won't come back."

"That's really cool." Zoltan probed, "But what about Dandelion, didn't he get rescued?"

Priscilla frowned, looking at the two of them worriedly.

"It's been rescued," Harry replied.

Zoltan looked around blankly: "He asked you to continue using the invisibility magic on him, and was going to play a joke on us?"

Priscilla tried to poke around, but all she got was air.

Harry flicked his wand: "He is here."

The ferret flew out of the pocket, swore and howled loudly, and flew towards Priscilla.

"Oh, my God." Priscilla hurriedly caught it, "Is this Dandelion?"

Zoltan stood on tiptoe and looked over: "You turned that bastard into a white weasel?"

In Priscilla's hands, he stopped barking and was docile and obedient.

Priscilla corrected: "No, it's a ferret, not the same as a weasel."

"I think the creature suits him well," Harry replied.

Dandelion pushed forward, rubbed against Priscilla's hand, and even leaned forward, trying to climb on top of her.

Priscilla laughed, not caring at all.

"I have to remind you, Miss Priscilla, he is Dandelion, not a real ferret." Harry said softly.

Priscilla came to her senses and grabbed the back of the neck of this cute-looking creature: "You still want to use this state to take advantage of me."

The ferret turned his head to look at Harry and chirped.

Harry raised his hand, and tapped his wand.

The ferret flew back to the ground, its magic power surged, its body twisted, and it returned to its original form.

"This is really a wonderful experience!" Dandelion waved his hands, looking excited, "I feel like inspiration is gushing out like a spring."

"A ferret, an adventure in the city of Novigrad!"

"To write a great epic from the perspective of a little animal that almost no one cares about."

"Thank you, Harry, for bringing about another great work by the great poet Dandelion."

Harry nodded, expressionless: "Congratulations, Dandelion, a great bard like a ferret."

"But before you gloat over your new work, I have a few questions for you."

"How many days have you been caught by the eternal flame?"

Dandelion frowned: "How many days? If it passes tonight, it will be four days."

Four days

Harry frowned.

One step late.

"Are you looking for Ciri?" Dandelion asked tentatively.

Harry nodded, "Obviously."

"I don't think you need to worry about her." Dandelion said softly, "Ciri is a big girl now, she is very strong, she can wield a steel sword just like you witchers."

"She takes good care of herself."

Harry glanced at him. "If she's messing with a playboy like you, I don't think neither I nor Geralt will be worried, but you know what she's messing with."

"I know it's the Wild Hunt." Dandelion sighed, "But the Wild Hunt can't catch her."

"And she will definitely return to Novigrad."

Harry said, "Because of the locket that was given to Hawthorne II?"

"Yes." Dandelion nodded, "It seems that you have tracked it down and got it?"

Zoltan cleared his throat: "Dandlien, I have to remind you that Harry only came to Novigrad this afternoon."

"That thing is not important." Harry shook his head.

Dandelion frowned: "But Xili is very precious. This thing is related to a curse."

"But Ciri didn't want to mention that curse, and I didn't ask too much."

Zoltan was surprised: "Ciri is cursed?"

"She didn't." Without waiting for Dandelion to speak, Harry shook his head first, "The one who was cursed was a friend of hers, an Aen Elf, a great sage, who was once the king of the wild hunt, Ariel. Ding's advisor."

"It seems... us and Ciri totally missed it."

"Now she should have gone to the Misty Island."

Harry had always been aware of Ciri's experience, and both Geralt and Ciri had mentioned it when they were in Novigrad.

However, the exact time has not been well stated.

but.

The only thing that was clear was that Ciri didn't stay in Skellige for long, and she left hastily after making a big commotion.

Maybe one day, maybe two days.

But four or five days is too long.

Moreover, even if they rode brooms, it would take more than a day, six days, or a week from Novigrad to Skellige, and they still couldn't catch up with Ciri in the past.

"So Harry, you know Ciri's situation now?" Zoltan pressed.

Harry nodded. "She's safe now."

While turning his head, he also said to Hermione: "Let's take a good rest here today, and bring Wuma with us tomorrow, we have to end our short journey."

Dandelion said softly, "Harry, you haven't introduced this beautiful lady to me yet."

"Hermione, my lover." Harry looked at him and introduced briefly.

"Lover? Has it finally settled down?" Dandelion was surprised.

Harry bit the words hard: "I am different from Geralt, but I haven't provoke so many female sorceresses."

"Of course." Dandelion nodded, "You are always the one who gets provoked, our handsome snake whisperer Harry."

Harry didn't speak, just stared at him.

Hermione probed her head, a little curious.

After thinking for a while, she waved her wand: "Dandrien, you have been imprisoned for so long, it must have been a long time since you had a good meal? What do you want to eat, I know some food magic, and I should be able to make dishes that satisfy you .”

"There's nothing better than a piece of juicy barbecue and a glass of wine." Dandelion was not polite at all, and moved to the table, "Harry, come and have a chat, we haven't seen each other for a long time, Geralt, are they all right?"

(End of this chapter)