Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 401 His Tracks
To Zoltan's question, Harry replied, "A woman."

Zoltan was not surprised by this: "Yes, a woman, where can you expect to find information about Dandelion? But Harry, we all know that he can't just provoke a woman."

"I can't remember her name." Harry shook his head, "A female bard, she sings beautifully."

"Geralt said that her singing has a magical power."

"Bard?" Zoltan raised his eyebrows, "You remind me of one, and it's Priscilla."

Harry nodded.

Zoltan continued, "She's different from other women. I think Dandelion is really infatuated with her."

"She's literally a double Dandelion."

"Then let's go find her." Harry said softly, "I remember she will be performing at the Kingfisher Hotel?"

"That's right." Zoltan nodded, his eyes fixed on the table.

Hermione waved her wand, cast food magic, took ingredients from the sorting hat, made a table full of food, and two bottles of butterbeer.

"Come and try the food from another world." Harry waved him. "And butterbeer."

"It's not the time for strong drinks, or I think you'll love those vodkas and whiskeys."

Zoltan went to the table and sat down.

Hermione also took another look to make sure that the man's ears were really human-like, instead of having a trace of pointed ears like Professor Flitwick's.

"What's wrong with my ears?" Zoltan was sharp.

"No, nothing, just a little accident." Hermione shook her head, "In our world, there are people like you, but he has a pair of pointed ears."

"Pointy ears, half-breed with elves?" Zoltan tore off a mutton chop.

Hermione said softly, "No, it's a race called goblins."

Meals are great time for small talk.

Hermione briefly introduced another world to him, and Zoltan listened with gusto, especially the mysterious magic, which sounded more interesting than the sorcerer's spells.

Even if the oil lamps were lit in the room, it was shrouded in a thick darkness.

"It's time for us to go." Harry stopped their conversation and stood up.

Zoltan raised his head and looked out the window: "Ah, time flies so fast, it's getting dark now."

"Let's go."

The Kingfisher Tavern is the largest tavern in Novigrad City. It is just beside the central square. Most of the people who go in and out of it are nobles, or at least civilians with few assets.

Not far.

Just walk over to digest food.

The tavern was bustling with activity, and all the famous people in the city were here.

As soon as she entered the room, Hermione gave Hermione a refreshing feeling.

clean.

Cleanliness is completely different from this era.

The floor is like wax, which can reflect the shadow of people.

A lady is sitting and singing on the stage in the lobby on the first floor.

She is holding a lute.

Twist the strings with your fingers, and make a crisp and pleasant sound of spring water.

The melody is simple.

The singing is also very simple.

One person, one stage.

The feeling of being in the movie is old, but new.

"Spacious clove and gooseberry scent"

"I would like to follow the wolves into the raging storm
Look for the true heart even if the love is empty"

Just a few lines of lyrics.

Hermione leaned towards Harry and lowered her voice, "It's Geralt and Yennefer in the song?"

Harry nodded: "Dandrian likes to write poetry about the white wolf."

"Anyone?" Hermione asked with a smile.

Harry tilted his head: "It should be me."

"His inspiration is either from women or from our group of people."

Poetry is not long.

When she finished singing, the tavern was quiet.

After a while, there was a burst of cheers.

The young bard thanked the audience and walked off the stage with her piano in her arms.

Harry and the others got up and walked over quickly.

Priscilla seemed aware that they were coming for her, and was waiting for them in the corridor behind the stage.

"Miss Priscilla?" Harry called out to her.

"Harry the Snake Whisperer?" Priscilla waved at him cheerfully.

Harry whispered, "You know me?"

"Dandrian and I have told many stories about your adventures together." Priscilla nodded, "Your ability to talk to snakes and even command snakes has helped him a lot in many critical moments."

"It's like the white wolf, his most reliable friend."

Harry opened his mouth.

Priscilla lowered her voice: "I know what you want to ask, but this is not the place, follow me."

She turned her head and led the way, making twists and turns, and led the three of them to her room.

"Are you here to find Dandelion?" Priscilla took a deep breath.

Harry nodded, "When was the last time you saw him?"

"A few days ago, he said that he was going to rob Siji Luwen's vault. I haven't seen him since then."

"I have been inquiring about his whereabouts, but all I know is that he made a big fuss in Hawthorne II's lair. A group of hyena-like guys searched the city."

She paid attention to the expressions of the three people.

It was all calm.

"You're not surprised?" she asked.

Harry nodded: "These are the news we already know, this is really bad news, Hermione, we are one step late."

"We'll get Dandelion out later."

Priscilla was surprised: "Do you know where Dandelion is now?"

She still has no follow-up words to say.

Now that we know
Why do you have to ask yourself?

"I'm just not sure what he did." Harry saw the thoughts on her face at a glance, and waved his hand, "Now that I'm sure what he did, I will naturally know where he is."

"Now he should be held on Temple Island."

Priscilla was even more surprised: "How could he provoke the eternal flame?"

In Novigrad, the last thing to offend is the eternal fire.

"When he comes back, let him tell you his legendary story in person." Harry shook his head, "We need to hurry up. Are you sure it happened a week ago?"

Priscilla nodded: "Of course, I'm sure."

"Then we still have time." Harry said softly.

"Are you going to Temple Island?" Zoltan frowned, his voice worried, "That's the lair of the lady hunters, it's very dangerous."

Harry took out his wand: "Don't worry, we can easily accomplish these things now."

With a flick of his hand, he spoke a spell at Hermione.

The illusion spell takes effect immediately.

The little girl who was standing next to them just now disappeared without a trace.

"Invisibility magic?" Zoltan was surprised.

Priscilla looked at Harry in surprise.

As far as she knew, it seemed that demon hunters could not use such mature spells.
"Don't worry, we'll bring Dandelion here safely, and maybe we can help him get away with it." Harry said softly, patted the Sorting Hat lightly, and two broomsticks flew out.

(End of this chapter)