Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 400 Uncle
There are often many reasons to like someone.

It is necessary to pick out the best among his various qualities.

But it's easy to hate someone.

Any trait can be.

A pair of evil-looking vertical pupils, black hair, although he is a wolf brand demon hunter, but the cat school demon hunter has a bad reputation, even he looks good, speaks with a strange accent, and has a good smell fragrance
These can be.

In a hostile environment, all hostility is unfounded.

Harry didn't speak.

Hermione hugged him tightly.

The horseshoe clacked, and ran into the distance.

After passing the outpost, the distance to Novigrad is even closer.

They arrived in the afternoon of the second day.

This is a city that can be called a "pearl". Its status is almost equal to that of the "Foggy City" to the world during the Industrial Revolution, or the "Xinxiang" to the world after World War II.

It is the city of liberty.

A city of freedom that is controlled by the Eternal Flame and prohibits all warlocks, non-humans, and "heretics with evil intentions who do not believe in the Eternal Flame".

Hermione was curious about it and yearned for it.

On the way here, Harry told her about the history of Novigrad.

Epic, thrilling.

But this city disappointed her a little.

It is an imaginary, medieval-style city, built of stones, like a fortress.

But dirty.

There is a complex smell in the air.

Of course, it's also very medieval.

It's the same as it says in the book.

The origin and purpose of high heels were clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

"How do we find it?" Hermione dismounted and followed Harry cautiously.

Although Harry made her sit on the horse, she couldn't do it.

"Find a dear uncle of mine first." Harry said softly, "Come with me."

Novigrad.

It was not the first time for Harry to come here, he was very familiar with this place, and it was as if he was home.

They stepped into the city through the glorious gate, and walked straight back after passing the checkpoint.

An unremarkable tavern in the middle of the street.

Harry pushed the door open and went in.

"This place is not open yet." The deep voice sounded almost as soon as the door was pushed open, "I want to drink and go to other places."

"And this is not a gathering place for homeless people!"

Harry smiled slightly: "Uncle Zoltan, don't you welcome me too?"

A huge head poked out, eyes surprised: "Harry? Why did you come to Novigrad?"

"Because of Ciri." Harry whispered, "Where's Dandelion?"

Hermione looked over in surprise.

A very short man, barely neckless, with a mohawk and a bushy beard.

"Dandelion? I also want to ask where he is." Zoltan shook his head. "Harry, you can see it too. It's a mess here. I entrusted him to take care of the tavern."

He raised his head and looked at the curious young girl who was following Harry: "Oh, Harry, who is this lady?"

"Hermione, my love." Harry said softly.

Hermione blushed and nodded slightly.

"Lover?" Zoltan stared in surprise, "God, you're looking for a lover too?"

"Uncle Zoltan, don't make me sound like a hard-hearted and ascetic." Harry waved his hand and turned his head, "Hermione, this is Uncle Zoltan, one of Geralt's best friends, He is also one of the elders whom I respect very much.”

"A very reliable person."

"Outside of the demon hunters, if there is one person who can trust his life, Uncle Zoltan's status is as high as Sirius, Remus, and Professor Snape."

Hermione greeted reservedly: "Hello."

"Oh, hello." Zoltan looked at him like an elder, "Harry, your eyesight is very good, much better than that of White Wolf."

"You should be glad Yennefer isn't here," Harry said softly.

"Let her order the tavern, the mess looks disturbing." Zoltan clapped his hands, "But what are you looking for Dandelion? Although he is a bard, if you ask him which one The girl is pretty, he will definitely give you a good answer, but if you are looking for Ciri, you might as well ask Triss."

"It's not easy for White Wolf to see her, but isn't your relationship with her pretty good?"

Harry replied, "Ciri has been to Novigrad and met Dandelion."

"Dandrian has been missing for several days?"

Zoltan shook his head: "I don't know, I just returned to Novigrad not long ago."

"You know his temperament, maybe he is dating another woman, if we look for it, maybe we can find some clues."

As he spoke, he was about to turn around and get busy.

Harry frowned: "Uncle Zoltan, there's no need to look for it."

"I think I know something?"

Zoltan turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "I know you witchers are good at rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find clues, but you haven't done anything yet."

"It's a very complicated situation." Harry said softly, "When this matter is over, we can sit at the wine table and talk about it, but I'm afraid there is no time for a long explanation right now."

"Too bad we have to find someone to find out what Dandelion is doing now."

"Are you robbing Luwen's treasure, or have you provoked a witch hunter and been imprisoned by the temple guards?"

Zoltan was stunned: "That sounds like something Geralt could do, not Dandelion, Harry, are you sure you're right?"

"of course."

Harry nodded, and took his wand from under his robes.

"Now, let's tidy up here first, we haven't had steaming hot food for a long time."

He flicked his wrist and waved it lightly.

The house was occupied by beggars and refugees, and the things left behind floated up, twisted in the air, and disappeared.

Things that belonged to the tavern returned to their original place.

Hermione also took out her wand.

The stains on the floor and pillars were cleaned up, and the damaged places were repaired.

After a few minutes.

The whole house is completely new.

"My God, what did you do?" Zoltan was incredulous, "Harry, when did you cast spells like a warlock?"

"And such amazing magic."

Harry stretched out his wand, conjured up a fireplace, and lit the flames: "This is also the long talk we should talk about at the wine table."

"Something really weird, something like a celestial sphere meeting, happened to me."

"Uncle Zoltan, you should have noticed that I have become much younger."

Zoltan looked at him, and muttered: "I thought you were just in love, being dressed up by a little girl like Hermione, just like Yennefer would do to Geralt, after all, it's hard to see anything on you Young is not young."

"By the way, who do we have to find to confirm Dandelion's whereabouts?"

(End of this chapter)