Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 420 Curse
They followed the trail full of ears into the swamp.

The old crones didn't seem to notice them.

The road is not long.

Soon the sounds of children playing came to Harry's ears, and gradually, the nursery rhymes they sang also reached Hermione and the others.

"My mother killed me."

"My dad ate me."

"Brothers and sisters sit under the stage."

"Pick up leftover bones."

"Buried under cold marble."

Children's voices are crisp and innocent, but the content of their singing
Go through a bend.

From behind the ear tree, three dilapidated thatched wooden houses broke into their field of vision, and several children gathered around the firewood pile.

Deep in the swamp, shrouded in mist.

"This feeling is a bit uncomfortable." Hermione pulled out her wand and waved it lightly.

On the island of mist, she was frightened by creatures like the little mist demon. When she saw the fog, she was worried that there would be such creatures inside.

The cold wind blows away the light mist, and the setting sun suddenly becomes clear.

"Someone is coming." A child said.

They stopped singing.

Big and small, staring at this group of people ignorantly.

Watching them walk in, I timidly retreat a few steps.

"We don't know you, you go." A little girl bravely raised her hand, grinned, and pointed towards the distance.

The baron looked at them: "Why are there still a group of children in the swamp?"

"They're all Anna's children," Harry answered him.

The baron was in disbelief, his eyes widened, and he stared at these children: "Oh, no, how long has Anna been away, why is it so big?"

He stammered and gestured indiscriminately.

These children are seven or eight years old, and Anna can't give birth to them
"We are not Anna's children!" A little girl gritted her teeth, trying to gather courage, but she didn't dare to look up at Harry.

"Why are you here alone, parents?" Hermione asked gently.

A child shook his head: "We are orphans."

"All?" This answer was unexpected by Hermione.

They nodded.

This answer made Hermione feel complicated, but it was accepted frankly by everyone present, including the children except her.

"Where there is war, there are orphans." The boy answered loudly.

The baron reacted at this time: "So they are orphans taken in by Anna?"

"To be exact, it should have been taken in by the old witch." Harry shook his head.

The little girl raised her voice: "Grandma is not an old witch. Although she is a bit strict, she is a good grandma!"

"Grandma doesn't even allow us to go deep into the mud."

"The swamp is terrible. Before my brother Mick disappeared, grandma said he just ran into the swamp. Grandma cried for a long time because of it."

Children are innocent.

But adults, and people who are close to adulthood, are not so naive.

Especially when these children sang nursery rhymes like that just now.

A terrible idea was born in Hermione's mind.

"Harry?" Hermione looked up.

Harry nodded: "I'm afraid your brother Mick has been eaten by the old witch."

The little boy opened his mouth wide and looked at Harry in surprise.

The other children didn't know what to say.

Hastily hurried footsteps came, and an elderly woman walked by, cursing: "You guys, what are you talking about?"

"Do not communicate with outsiders."

"And you, with swords."

Her words fell short, and the footsteps stopped five feet away.

The Baron turned his head even one step faster than Harry.

He was all too familiar with that voice.

"Anna." The baron called his wife's name affectionately.

There was a little panic on her face: "how did you find this place?"

Anna is not a very beautiful woman, she is very old, she looks much older than the baron, and the flesh on her face has completely drooped, which makes her look fierce and vicious, with gray hair, nothing is wrong with her. Lifeless, dead grass-like graying.

"It seems that my guess was wrong." Harry whispered.

Hermione was annoyed and gave him a light thump on the back.

The baron took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his voice: "I met a very good witcher. He knew you were here and brought me to you."

He turned his head and pointed at Harry: "Yes, that's him."

"Anna, come back with me."

"We could set up an orphanage in Crow's Nest for any money."

"I also assure you that I have started to quit drinking, and the witcher can testify for me"

Anna shook her head resolutely: "No, I won't, get out of here, and never appear in front of me!"

"You dirty"

The Baron looked at her pitifully.

But his sincerity and assurance did not bring any softening of the other person's heart. Anna cursed the baron with the words that the children were dumbfounded after hearing.

"It's not that she doesn't want to leave, but she can't." Harry said just when the baron was about to melt into the mud.

Just one sentence made Anna stuck.

She looked at Harry in disbelief.

"She has a contract with the old witch." Harry continued, "If you leave the swamp, you will be cursed by the old witch and die."

Anna looked flustered, looked left and right, opened her mouth, and wanted to speak, but she was worried about something and didn't dare to open her mouth.

"How do you know?" After a while, Anna asked in a low voice.

The little boy was pitiful, and looked up at Anna: "Grandma, is my brother Mick really eaten by the old witch?"

Anna looked gloomy and did not speak.

"I'm a witcher." Harry said calmly, "I can take you out of the swamp."

Anna shook her head: "No, it's useless, the witches took a lock of my hair."

"Hair?" The baron thought of something, and he took off his hat. "Look, Anna, the witcher has a very useful formula for hair growth."

"In just two days, I only used one bottle, and now my hair is so thick."

"do not worry."

Ciri interrupted him: "No, Philip, that's not what Anna meant."

"It's a kind of black magic. The old witch casts a curse on the doll, and then binds a person's hair to the doll, so that the soul of the owner of the hair can be manipulated."

Anna's voice suddenly became soothing: "Young girl, you know a lot."

"But more than that, I have become their puppet forever."

Harry shook his head and said, "There is no magic in the world that can achieve "permanence"."

He drew his wand and pointed it at Anna.

"Witcher, won't you hurt Anna?" the baron was worried, his hair standing up in a mess.

Harry nodded, "Of course."

Hermione also drew her wand.

They both chanted the mantra together.

Anna's movements were still, and time seemed to be frozen on her body.

Shrink quickly.

Harry uttered a last spell, pulled the sorting hat off, and with a flick of Hermione's wand, a person the size of a thumb immediately fell into the hat.

at the same time.

In a room, there was a sudden tremor.

(End of this chapter)