amaotonovel Chapter 403 Memory
Chapter 403 Memory
Chapter 403 Memory
"Who is talking?" Dandelion swallowed nervously, his voice trembling.
"you guess?"
Vague and unintelligible words responded to him, and with these words, the door of the cell was opened with a creak.
close distance.
Obviously, the prison door is right in front of him, and he has been looking forward to such a thing.
But the body seemed to be rooted after lying on the straw mat for a long time.
I can't move, and I dare not move.
And this sentence.
Guess?
Dandelion thought about it seriously and quickly. He and Geralt went through life and death, and had seen many monsters. Which monster could be invisible, speak human language, and possess not weak wisdom.
Either way, it represents great danger.
He frowned thoughtfully.
But all kinds of women flashed through my mind one after another.
From Bullburg, to Toussaint, to Novigrad.
He was surprised, when did he provoke so many?
"My mind is full of women's names?" The voice sounded again.
Dandelion was startled, and raised his head in surprise.
He heard it!
The meaning of this sentence is mostly ridicule, without malice, the tension and panic in the body faded instantly, and the IQ regained the high ground, which also allowed him to distinguish the owner of the voice.
"Harry?" He lowered his voice.
"Glad you remember me." With a wave of Harry's wand, the cloak fell off, revealing him and Hermione.
"My old friend, I'm so glad to meet you." Dandelion climbed up from the grass pod reservedly, shaking the weeds and bedbugs on his body, his voice stuck, maintaining his demeanor, "What wind brought you here Novigrad?"
Harry said softly, "A Wind called Dandelion Caught."
"Harry, I've already made an escape plan." Dandelion pinched his waist, "If you didn't come suddenly"
Harry snapped his fingers.
With a bang, the cell door was closed again: "Then, let me appreciate Master Dandelion's escape plan?"
The air was a little still.
Hermione eyed him curiously.
This kind of coming out of the mud, but also maintaining an elegant demeanor.
Moreover, she was reminded of a person when she was in a desperate situation, still stubborn and brave.
Really similar.
"Harry, you've changed." Dandelion, "I don't remember your mouth being so vicious before."
Harry said softly, "I am gentle with everyone else, but Dandelion, my dear friend, you are the most special one."
"Okay, let's have a good chat when we go back."
Dandelion's tone was excited: "So how do we escape? From the dense guards on Temple Island"
"Easy," interrupted Harry, "but not before."
He raised his wand, aiming at him.
Clean it up.
His clothes, hair, and hat all rolled into a circle of foam, which disappeared after a while, and became neat and new.
"The new sign of the witcher?" Dandelion pressed his hat in surprise.
"Some little tricks I learned for other reasons." Harry shook his head, "Speak slowly when you have time, and then prepare yourself mentally."
Dandelion was taken aback.
What mental preparation?
Is it really necessary to kill from the Temple Island?
Harry said the spell again.
Dandelion exclaimed, twisted his body, rolled like a whirlpool, and turned into a palm-sized ferret, chirping and standing there blankly, a little at a loss.
Wand a little.
Dandelion's ferret flew up and landed in his pocket.
"The next step is to resist the urge to speak." Harry raised his hand and tapped him on the head.
The ferret chirped twice, found himself speechless, sighed, put his head on the cloth, and looked at the world with his head.
It is a novel thing to observe the world from the perspective of small animals.
They put on the cloak of invisibility again.
of course
There was no rush to leave.
Dandelion's troubles have not been completely resolved, and he is still a prisoner of the eternal flame.
A prisoner suddenly disappears.
Then, he appeared in Novigrad safe and sound, even if he ran out of this city to other countries on the mainland.
As long as the Eternal Flame knows, for the so-called "justice" in their mouths, or to maintain their dignity, they will only hunt this "innocent" bard more fiercely.
Therefore, it is necessary to solve the trouble from the root.
Harry and the others found the bishop's room.
Modify his memory.
For as long as the bishop could remember, he had privately interrogated Dandelion and determined his innocence.The simple bard became the target of being framed by the gangsters in the city because of his adventures and stories.
However, this matter was not so glamorous for Eternal Flame, so he secretly let Dandelion go.
Wait until all this is done.
Harry opened a window in the Bishop's room.
They left the castle as they left the tavern.
Fly in the night.
The ferret screamed.
Harry even did a few tricks, scaring him enough.
They landed and returned to the Vanilla Tavern.
Zoltan had already returned, yelling furiously in the house: "You bastards, I've been away for less than two hours, and you've crept in again and picked my newly bought lock!"
"Get out of here!"
"This is not for you guys."
"Seeing you come over again, I will break your dog legs, poke it in from the buttocks, and come out from the throat!"
Harry undid the Disillusionment Charm for himself and Hermione, opened the door and walked in.
In the hotel, a large group of vagrants and ruffians were staring at Zoltan, and there were a few screaming beggars under him.
Priscilla held up her lute and hid behind Zoltan.
"Uncle Zoltan," Harry called him softly.
"Harry, are you back so soon?" Zoltan was a little surprised.
Harry nodded and looked at the beggar: "Get the hell out of here."
The demon hunter's vertical pupils looked even colder in the dark night.
"You freak," cursed a beggar.
But he couldn't finish cursing.
Hermione drew her wand.
"Except your weapons!"
With a flash of red light, it hit the person, and with a bang, it slammed into the wall hard.
"Fuchsia!"
With a flick of the wand, another spell was cast, and a person was suspended upside down out of thin air.
"All petrochemical!"
A person froze and stood there in a daze, motionless.
She let out a long breath and stared at the group of people viciously: "So, can you understand people now?"
Whipping this group of people with a spell was something she had long wanted to do.
Maybe
Harry was used to this group of people cursing himself like this, but Hermione was not used to it at all. She had been holding back her breath since the first village she saw.
"Warlock, she is a sorceress." A beggar's voice was terrified.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Forget everything!" The milky white spell shot out and landed on the man's head.
After he beat them up, he couldn't forget to revise their memories.
(End of this chapter)