Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 394 Unexpectedly
It was different from the taverns Hermione had seen.

There are very few barrels.

Even the shabby Hog's Head pub has plenty of casks.

Some seemingly spoiled food hung on the wall, and there were some inexplicable decorations.

She poked her head around.

There is a "clear stupidity" that is self-evident in the eyes of people of this era.

People born in times of peace are very different from those born in times of chaos.

Several people sitting in the corner exchanged glances.

A young-looking witcher, clean and white, with only a small, almost negligible scar on his face, which looks more like a fall injury.

The witcher is a tough opponent.

But he only has one.

and young
"Young" is not a good word in a place like Waylon, it means inexperienced and easy to deal with.

Not even a weapon on him.

The back is bare - it is rumored that the witcher will hang his two swords there.

The lady who followed the witcher
They thought it was a sorceress at first.

After all, the only ones who can mix with demon hunters are those guys.

But it doesn't look like it.

They have heard the rumors about the sorceress, those guys are mean, cautious, and unreasonable, but this lady looks so innocent, with such clear eyes, they can guarantee that even the noble women of Novigrad and Niubao It is impossible to have such innocent and clean eyes.

Somebody's daughter?

I ran into some troubles, so I found a witcher-the deformed guys are scary, but they are indeed professional in solving troubles, but they are expensive.

Not the Bloody Baron's daughter.

They had seen that young girl, she looked outstanding in a place like Waylon, but she couldn't compare with the one in front of her at all.

It is more noble than noble.

They determine what each other thinks.

Stand up unsteadily.

This is Waylon, where laws, morals, and things related to human beings cannot be covered.

A young, unarmed witcher, an aristocratic and beautiful woman without a guard, who can pull out gold at will
What a fit prey.

"Hey, brother, where are you from?" A man walked over, and the smell of alcohol came from the shop.

Harry looked over.

He was an unusually fat man, nearly five and four-fifths of an inch tall, a burly man for Velen, in leather armor and with a long sword at his side.

"I don't have time to talk to you right now." Harry glanced at them, shook his head, and continued looking at the map.

"Hey, what's the lady's name?" one whistled, "How come you're with a freak?"

"Isn't it good to be with normal people?"

They laughed.

"I heard that a witcher can't give birth to children. Could it be that guy can't do it?" Seeing that Harry didn't move, someone laughed wildly, "Hey, ma'am, why don't you come with us."

Harry knocked on the table, interrupting them: "Hermione."

Hermione pulled out her wand.

She remembered Harry's words just now.

"Here is no different from the Middle Ages, abandoning the prejudices of laws and rules"

Can't be soft-hearted.

And these guys even insulted Harry.

"Shut your mouths!" Hermione said fiercely.

This group of people laughed even more wildly: "A small wooden stick, what is this? Is it your weapon? It's as small as you, lady."

Clean it up.

Hermione said the spell.

The person who laughed the happiest, Gulu Gulu could not speak, and was spitting out bubbles in circles.

"It's a sorceress!" a person said.

"Hey, you evil guy." Without hesitation, they pulled out their weapons, and their teasing expressions subsided, "Hurry up and unlock your magic."

Hermione waved her wand.

"Except your weapons!"

A red light shot out, hitting a person, knocking him into the air, and the long sword flew up, stabbing hard into the wall.

The tavern was silent for a moment.

After a while, they screamed in horror and fled in all directions.

The boss shrank under the counter with great experience, protecting his head.

The two rushed over, slashed with their long swords, and stabbed Hermione.

The other person has no past.

He lunged at Harry.

A witcher without weapons - what is it, however powerful.
He just pounced.

The long sword was raised high.

Harry looked back, raised his hand, and made a gesture.

Alder!
Fa Yin stirred up a wave of air, blowing the man upside down and flying away.

He snapped his fingers immediately, and the cup that had just been drunk on the table twisted and turned into a sharp knife, which flew out with a whistling sound, piercing through the air, and just stabbed the throat of the person who was still flying upside down in the air.

With a puff, blood spattered.

Immediately there was a sound of "Zheng", and the knife took the corpse and nailed it firmly to the wall, the tail of the knife trembled, making a lingering sound.

In the blink of an eye, it was dead.

The remaining three people, including Hermione, didn't react, and stared blankly at the corpse.

"Harry?" Hermione was puzzled.

Was it a bit decisive to kill?

"Let them go will cause trouble." Harry said succinctly, "A couple of very rich but soft-hearted men and women, even if they covet them, they will not cause too much trouble, at most they will be beaten up."

Hermione got it.

The world is different and the rules are different.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if you were a robber or a robber, you would definitely like to harass someone like that.

Having money means big profits.

A good heart means a good heart.

If you don't succeed, you will be beaten up at most.

If it works, that's a lot of money.

She raised her wand.

The Transfiguration Spell was cast, and the table turned into vines, entwining the three people.

Killing is usually what black magic represents.

but.
White magic is not incapable of harming others.

Hermione waved her wand again, her hands trembling slightly, just like Harry did, the three cups on the table turned into table knives, aimed at the necks of the three of them, and stabbed them fiercely.

It was the first time she had done such a thing.

Accuracy is not enough.

After repeated pricking several times, the aura of these three people finally stopped.

Harry didn't help.

boom!
She dispelled the spell, and the three bodies fell heavily to the ground.

"Uncomfortable?" Harry stretched out his hand, and another glass of wine flew over the counter and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione's face turned pale. She took the wine glass and took a long gulp. She was still trembling, but she shook her head firmly: "No, I'm just not used to it. It's almost the same as seeing a dementor for the first time. Just take it easy."

What did she think of.

Raising the wand and casting the Patronus Charm, the silver-white lioness fell to the ground and wrapped itself around her feet.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, her face gradually regained some blood.

Four dead bodies.

This is the first day they have just come to this world, and it is also the first time they meet people.

"Can we go on tonight?" Harry asked her.

Hermione nodded: "Of course there is no problem, I am not injured."

She clenched her fists.

I'm not that vulnerable.

Prepared early, including this kind of thing, didn't you?

(End of this chapter)