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Chapter 393 Waylon
Chapter 393 Waylon
Harry picked up his pocket and stuffed it into his robe: "Thank you."
Snape sneered, but said nothing.
He is restrained.
At this moment of parting, Gryffindor's house points were deducted without opening his mouth.
"Ye didn't come back, but she asked me to tell you, be careful." Geralt said, "When you go back, take care of me and Vesemir."
Harry smiled: "Maybe I can bring you a good one."
He doesn't know when he will be online after he goes back, but judging from the fact that Wild Hunt is still looking for Ciri, at least Ciri escaped from Tirnaria and the Ain El clan. After the capital, before the battle of Kaer Morhen.
It is very possible to meet Geralt at another point in time.
"Shall I take you out of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore said, beckoning to Fox.
Harry shook his head.
Dumbledore watched Fox fall into his hands: "You want to go out by yourself?"
"No, the last experiment," said Harry softly, unfastening the other pocket and letting Caranthir out.
Snape deftly cast the Imperius Curse again.
"Open the portal to Ciri's world," Harry ordered to him.
Caranthir raised his hand in a daze, and uttered a spell.
With a buzzing sound, the white teleportation array opened without any restriction.
Dumbledore watched in surprise.
"Somewhat bad news." Harry looked at him.
Dumbledore nodded: "I didn't expect it, it was indeed a bit unexpected."
Hogwarts prohibits any teleportation spells - of course, people with castle privileges like Dumbledore or Gryffindor, or creatures that are included in the allowed range like house elves, can still Use apparition.
Before this.
Almost everyone took it for granted that Wild Hunt couldn't teleport here.
Can result.
"Different magic systems will have different results." Harry shook his head, "Albus, be careful."
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry pulled Hermione and walked in through the portal.
The space is upside down.
It's like traveling through the Milky Way in an instant, turning the world upside down.
Almost instantly.
Harry raised his hand and put on the Quinn shield for himself, raised his wand, and together with Hermione, put on the armor for protection.
After coming to a complete stop, they raised their heads and looked ahead.
In the distance are sparse forests, hillsides, waterways, and swamps.
The eyes seemed to be inlaid with a dry yellow filter.
"Where is this place?" Harry asked Caranthir, although he already had the answer in his heart.
"This place is called Velen by the people of this world." Caranthir spoke out Harry's inner guess.
Sure enough, this is it.
"Whelan?" Hermione repeated the word.
Harry took out his wand, cast a spell to put Caranthir back into his pocket, and nodded to answer: "Veron, the most barren province in Temeria, a deserted land where almost no one wants to set foot."
"Sounds awful." Hermione frowned.
Harry shook his head: "It's much worse than you think."
"Let's go, we have to find a village first, get some currency, a map, and find out information."
"Don't you want to ride a bike?" Hermione asked suspiciously as she watched Harry walk forward and followed him up.
Harry lowered his head: "It's not that appropriate."
"It's not like our world is full of feasting and feasting. Many villages may not be found in the sky."
Hermione said nothing, cast a spell on herself.
Wilderness everywhere.
But human beings are unexpected and extraordinarily tough creatures. Even though this place is known as "No Man's Land", there are still a large number of people who live here stubbornly and with difficulty.
There are traces of human activities, but they cannot be hidden from the eyes of the demon hunters.
Harry soon found a way.
He conjured up a horse, and the two of them rode on it and walked along the road.
Hermione observed the world curiously.It is very different from the world she lives in. Except for the trampled road under her feet, she can hardly see any traces of human life in her understanding. Occasionally, she can see one or two rotten corpses on the side of the road. Dare to look closely, feel a bit like a human, but can't believe they are.
A short journey gave her a barren and corrupt feeling.
Wizards are not afraid to travel.
Until dusk draws near.
Hermione probed, only to see traces of a village.
"Be careful." Harry slowed down the horse, and turned to Hermione for no reason.
Hermione froze.
Be careful?
Didn't tell myself to be careful in the wilderness just now, but now?
Is the village more dangerous than the wilderness?
Khalil walked in.
Hermione's ears moved, and she could hear the muffled but exceptionally clear words in the village.
"God, look in that man's eyes."
"Freak!"
"Demon hunter? Our village has not been harassed by monsters."
"Now there are monsters in our village."
These words made her heart skip a beat, her heart beating chaotically.
He could hear it himself, not to mention Harry, who had far better hearing than himself.
"Didn't the witcher accept the commission to eradicate monsters?" Hermione poked her head forward and asked in a low voice.
She had heard Yennefer talk about the witcher.
Harry nodded: "Are you curious why they treated me like this? Or, did they treat the witcher like this?"
Hermione nodded: "Obviously you are protection"
"It's the same as why wizards are hostile." Harry said softly, "It's no different from the Middle Ages in Great Britain."
"Hermione."
"Abandon the prejudices such as laws and rules. In this era, these things hardly exist."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
Harry smelled the wine and found the tavern in the village.
Tie up the horse outside, and lead Hermione through the door.
The unpopularity of witchers exceeded Hermione's expectations time and time again.
The originally lively atmosphere suddenly froze after Harry walked in. Table after table, people lowered their voices and discussed in low voices, spitting out from their mouths that even Slytherin would have a hard time vomiting to Gryffindor. Vocabulary cast a conflicting and hostile look at Harry, a person he had never seen before.
Harry ignored it.
Walked to the counter with ease.
"Two glasses of beer." He took out a pea-sized piece of gold from his pocket.
The boss's eyes sparkled, he hurriedly picked up the gold, and took a bite in his mouth: "Your big spender, what else do you need?"
"A map," continued Harry. "Who rules this land now?"
"Baron." The boss swallowed, "Why do you ask this?"
Harry said softly, "Witcher, of course you want to make money."
"The Bloody Baron?"
The boss nodded, and he turned around and took out the drink from the counter: "But the Baron probably doesn't need to visit you."
Hermione stood beside Harry, looking around.
It was different from any tavern in her impression.
The timing is wrong, it was booked for yesterday
(End of this chapter)