Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 413
The topic changed a little unexpectedly.

The baron couldn't keep up with his brain. He stared at Harry blankly. After a long while, he shook his head: "The matter of hair is not important at all."

Except for those aristocrats, there are very few men in this world who care about how they look.

Compared with the exaggerated appearance.

The military power in his hands and how much property he owns are the things that a man should care about.

"You have to change your mind and start a new life." Harry said softly.

The baron froze, tilting his head to look at the bottle.

Only then did he understand what Harry meant.

"Demon hunter, what you said makes sense." He whispered.

Harry didn't let him actually grow his hair.

But to change a way of life.

"How did you sell that shampoo?" The baron clenched his fists, and he made up his mind to give away the drinks he treasured.

The witcher was right.

Sinking into the mistakes you have made, you will never get out of making mistakes.

After a few minutes.

Harry stuffed a bag of crowns into the Sorting Hat and dragged Hermione to Apparate to Novigrad.

The baron stared at the three vials on the table, lost in thought.

Ten crowns a bottle.

Will it really work?
Novigrad is still a mess.

"Aren't we going to find Priscilla and the others now?" Hermione turned her head, took out her wand, and cleared the memories of the innocent passers-by.

They hadn't landed in the hotel in Dandelion.

But in a remote alley in the city.

"Ciri's in Skellige." Harry shook his head, "Dandrian and the others can't help much."

Harry led the way, and Hermione followed, all the way to the port.

Skellige is an archipelago in the sea.

Far from Novigrad.

"Are we going by boat?" Hermione frowned as she looked at the wooden boats.

"We're wizards." Harry shook his head.

He took out his wand and flicked it lightly.

Two broomsticks flew out of the hat, both of which were Firebolts - this was not Harry's intention, although he was rich, he was still a very thrifty person, but Sirius was different, he was very rich since he was a child, except in Ah Zikaban never had a hard time, he never wronged himself in life, let alone Harry.

Buy the best.

In a wizarding society that has not been polluted by commercial sales of knowledge, the best also means the most expensive.

Knowing that Harry was in another world and might need a broom as a means of transportation, Sirius waved his hand and bought five Firebolts for Harry, including the one he already had, that's six.

Harry is not alone, there is also Hermione, and Hermione also needs to use it.

Two for use, two for spares, and the last two for spares.

"Don't you use the Disillusionment Charm?" Hermione was a little surprised.

Harry smiled: "We're not going to Temple Island this time."

"Let's just leave like this. People from the Eternal Flame can't catch us, so it's like saying hello to Dandelion and the others."

Hermione nodded and straddled the broom.

The two of them were dressed strangely, and they were holding an unusually delicate broom that seemed unable to sweep the floor.

Quirky.

The guards' eyes were attracted.

"Strange" in this world is not a commendatory term, nor is it a neutral word. It is almost a malicious "derogatory term". Normal people will not be surprised. If it is strange, it is either encountering a warlock or being manipulated by a monster. .

They gradually came around.

"Who are you?" After the team grew, a person asked.

Harry didn't look back, he kicked lightly, and his whole body flew out like an arrow from the string.

Hermione followed closely behind.

She is not very good at flying, and dare not accelerate too fast.

"It's warlocks! They're warlocks!" a guard exclaimed.

Someone has already raised the crossbow in his hand, aimed at the direction, and shot towards it.

but.
The Firebolt is by far the best broom ever made and can accelerate to 150 mph in ten seconds.

Even if Hermione slowed down a little.

In the blink of an eye, in a second or two, he jumped out to a distance of nearly 100 feet.

The range of the crossbow arrows is not so far.

Draw a beautiful arc in the air, plop, and fall into the water.

"Quick, go to Temple Island." A guard gritted his teeth, "Tell the witch hunter about this."

In the port of Novigrad, two warlocks appeared, a man and a woman, they were upright and ostentatious, cast evil magic in the city, and flew into the sea.

Temple Island intends to block it, but too many people have seen it.

The whole afternoon of fermentation spread throughout the city.

In the vanilla hotel.

Now that the store has not yet reopened, Dandelion is going to transform it into a dance hall, with the best male bards and female bards in Novigrad, and it will become the best in Novigrad at all. dance hall.

"Those two warlocks are Harry and Hermione." Zoltan listened to the conversation of the workers who came to construct, and pulled Dandelion aside.

Dandelion nodded: "Brooms, flying, how ridiculous it sounds, but haven't we seen it with our own eyes?"

"Only the two of them can do it."

"Harry, that bastard, didn't even come to say hello to us when we returned to Novigrad." Zoltan muttered.

Dandelion shook his head: "They are very busy and are looking for Ciri now."

"You don't have to worry about them either."

"Harry is very powerful. I don't think Geralt is his opponent now."

"A witcher who knows magic, who do you think of?"

Zoltan froze, a handsome but unsensual name came to his mind.

Wil Giffords.

A genius, a brilliant warlock.

Of course, he was not a witcher, but as a warlock, his skill was no worse than that of a witcher, and even much better than a witcher - Geralt had suffered a lot from him.Wil Giffords overwhelmed Geralt with two sticks and broke his leg during the head-to-head confrontation.

Since then, Geralt has paid great attention to his legs, rarely jumping directly from high places.

"Harry," Zoltan whispered, saying his name.

Dandelion shook his head: "Harry is very mature now."

"It doesn't look like the irritable, fluffy kid at all. He is also very powerful. He can even catch the wild hunter. Don't worry, he doesn't need our protection."

"Zoltan, stop worrying about this, come and help me."

"If we can finish the project today, we can have a good celebration wine!"

"Come on!"

Zoltan put aside his worries, nodded, and immediately followed Dandelion, helping the workers with his hands.

Harry and Hermione kept on flying.

At the fastest speed of Firebolt.

150 miles per hour, galloping on this piece of sea.

Occasionally, some sea monsters or islands would notice them, but snorting and flying past, they didn't even see clearly what was flying past them.

(End of this chapter)