I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Christida saw the stranger and thought the visitor was evil.

During wartime, there were many people who did ridiculous things.

She was instinctively wary of John, but after learning about John's deal, she was relieved.

After all, as an orphan and a widower, I was still a little nervous when I saw a person holding a weapon.

"You are looking for monsters. In the reed field past here, there are three strange cats that eat corpses." When Christida said the corpse, the little girl's body trembled.

John nodded when he heard this and said: "If it is true, then our deal can be concluded happily."

He looked at the woman and said, "I hope there is someone who can lead the way."

Christida was a little embarrassed. She didn't want to go out with a person with weapons.

At this moment, the girl who was questioned first spoke, "I'll take you there."

"Ciri." Christida spoke to her adopted daughter.

The white-haired Ciri showed determination that was different from ordinary girls. She said, "I will take you there, but you have to give out the deer first."

"Of course," said John, a kid who looked about the same age as a first year student at Hogwarts.

Despite his mature appearance, John was actually still under sixteen years old.

He held out his hand to Ciri, "I hope you don't mind sharing a horse with me."

"Of course not." Ciri held the hand and was pulled onto the horse by John.

Cristide was still worried, but Ciri reassured her.

"let's go."

Ciri reached for the reins, and John let go, letting Ciri control Polo.

Ciri has ridden horses before, but none of them are as smooth as this horse.

When passing by a path on one side, there was a sound of collapse next to it.

But the horse wasn't afraid at all, and didn't even turn its head.

This surprised Ciri, and she asked curiously: "What's the name of this horse?"

"Polo." John did not touch the girl, but tried not to get close.

"Polo?" Ciri tentatively called the name.

But Polo didn't respond at all, which made her very depressed.

"It's deaf, so it can't hear." John said casually, "How long until it arrives, Ciri?"

Shirley looked forward, somewhat dissatisfied with John's dismissive tone, and said, "Pass the front."

All right.

John felt that he might as well dismount and walk, maintaining a posture so as not to touch Ciri's waist.

Ciri also noticed it, and she was a little surprised.

She is still aware of her appearance.

It turned out that she volunteered to lead the way because of John's dead deer.

After escaping from Cintra, she was adopted by Cristide, a foster mother who treated her well and treated her equally.

So she wanted to repay the other party as much as she could.

Now she had suppressed her dissatisfaction with John's demeanor.

"We're here." She tightened the reins and stopped.

John dismounted and looked around. Here was a patch of reeds.

As the sun approaches sunset, shadows cast into the reeds, and crows emit their unpleasant cries.

This place looks full of weirdness.

Ciri dismounted and tried her best to stay calm. She couldn't help but stand behind John and whispered: "Those three strange cats appeared and wandered here three days ago."

John found human bones on the tree with signs of gnawing.

"Stay behind me." After saying to Ciri, John drew the sword on his back.

When Shirley saw John's back, it gave people a sense of security.

They walked into the reed field.

John tapped the sword on the ground, and an invisible wave was transmitted.

Before Siri could react, John turned around suddenly, grabbed Siri's shoulders and pressed down.

Silver light floated over Ciri, and the shrill meowing sound made people shudder.

A drop of blood fell on Ciri's ear.

She turned her head and saw with her peripheral vision, a blood cat the size of an ocelot was pierced by a sword and hanging there.

The cat followed John and the others silently as they entered the reed field.

If it hadn't been for John just now, Ciri's neck would have been torn apart by the blood cat.

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Chapter 406 I saw the white wolf

"Grab my robe."

John shouted low, raised his left hand and knocked the blood cat away.

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and two shrill baby-like cries were heard in the dark night.

John used a super-sensory spell to look for traces of the blood cat.

Unless these guys are seen with the naked eye, their existence is completely unknown.

"The fur can also isolate it from detection."

John's eyes narrowed. The one just now was eager to attack, and its tail swept the reed for John to catch.

Shirley grabbed the corner of John's clothes and followed closely behind John.

"It seems I made some mistakes." John said lightly, "I should let you leave."

"Don't underestimate me." Ciri said.

John untied his bearskin cloak and covered Ciri directly.

"This cloak has some defensive effects. It won't kill you all at once, nor will it let you get burned."

"Burned?" Ciri was stunned.

John's eyes quickly scanned the reed. Since he couldn't find it, he just forced it out.

He pulled out his wand, "Incendio"

The ancient whisper sounded, making Ciri stunned.

It made her feel inexplicably familiar.

Then she realized why John said she wouldn't get burned.

Flames floated out from the tip of the staff, turning the rapidity of the reeds into a sea of ​​fire.

Reeds are inherently flammable, and now they can't stop burning.

A shrill cry came out again from the reed field that was engulfed in flames.

John immediately locked onto it.

He raised his left hand, and a shock wave destroyed all the shields in front of him.

A cat with blood-brown fur was exposed, and the lines on his shoes glowed purple.

Ciri saw John disappear in front of her, and the next second the sharp scream of the baby's cry hit her eardrums.

John kicked the blood cat's bones to pieces and cut off the blood cat's head with his sword.

The second blood cat dies.

Siri's face showed joy, and before she was happy, she felt the fatal feeling coming from behind.

Just when she felt death approaching, she took a step forward.

The burning pain made her scream.

There was a terrible scratch on the bear's skin.

Looking back, a blood cat with flames burning on its body roared unwillingly.

When it was about to attack, a silver light passed through its neck.

The silver sword was nailed into the ground and the blood cat was killed.

John came over and lifted Ciri's cloak.

The claw marks on the cloak did not penetrate the bearskin, but the impact still damaged the clothes on Ciri's back.

"It's okay, but the clothes are a little damaged." John pulled up Ciri.

Ciri hurriedly wiped her hands behind her back and touched the broken place. She was very sad.

Those were the clothes that Ciri wore from Cintra. Regardless of their value, they were one of the few things that made her miss Cintra.

“Reparo”

Shirley was feeling sad when she heard John's whisper.

She looked at where the wand pointed, and the scars on her clothes were being repaired.

This was magic she had never seen before from the palace wizard.

John repaired her clothes, used a telepathic spell to make sure there were no monsters around, and he reached out to Ciri.

Ciri was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

"My cloak." John pointed, indicating that he could return it to himself.

Shirley took a deep breath, and for some reason, she suddenly felt that John had become annoying.

The feeling of being protected just now disappeared without a trace.

After solving the blood cat, the sky has completely darkened.

John lit up the seventh rune as he wished.

He took Siri back, but he couldn't let Siri go back alone.

But this time he didn't ride a horse, letting Ciri sit on it, and he chose to walk on his legs.

"What's your name?" Shirley suddenly became curious about this person.

She asked curiously: "Why do you go around killing monsters?"

"It's a mission of some kind," John said casually, leading the horse on the path, "My name is Yadani."

"Yadani?" Hearing the name, Ciri felt a little familiar.

She found that although it was dark, John was not affected at all.

The two walked to Xi Rui's adoptive mother's house.

"Ouch——!"

A wolf howled, causing John to stop.

He looked up and saw, under the moonlight, a white wolf with silver light on its body, looking over here from a distance.

"What is that?" Ciri's eyes widened.

"That's some kind of guidance." John had a feeling that he might have to go back soon.

Ciri didn't understand what John's guidance meant, and the white wolf quickly disappeared.

They returned to Ciri's adoptive mother's house. Seeing Ciri's safe return, Christida finally let go of her worries.