Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

On the muddy road outside Chixi Town, a gray horse pulled a flatbed truck, slowly heading towards the town not far away.

Three young figures were sitting on the carriage, looking at the approaching town. The girl sitting in the middle of the carriage suddenly started to tremble. She grabbed her gray-blue skirt with both hands and sobbed softly.

The boy who was sitting in front of the horse-drawn cart and looking at the entrance of the town with a curious face heard the suppressed crying behind him. He quickly turned around and moved to his sister's side. He sighed and held her sister's hand. He held his hand and persuaded in a low voice: "Gretel, don't be afraid. Didn't Brother Eric say last night that you are a white witch? As long as you maintain your kindness, you will not become one of those scary child-eating people." Monster. Besides, Brother Eric has agreed to teach me fighting skills. When I learn the skills from him, I will protect you. If anyone wants to capture you, I will stab him to death with my sword."

The younger brother was so proud that he patted his thin chest, brushed his blond hair to both sides, and looked like a little adult. He raised the iron rod they pulled out of the stove yesterday and stabbed it hard with the tip. He glanced at the sack behind the siblings: "And Brother Eric is right. We have our own unique talents. We can definitely become witch hunters. As long as we kill enough bad witches and build our reputation, those People will not doubt us. This statement is called...called..."

The child suddenly got stuck mid-sentence, and looked for help at the back of Eric, who was sitting in front of the car driving.

"Hiding the sky and crossing the sea!"

Eric pulled the reins and signaled the gray horse not to run around. Looking at the city wall getting closer and closer to them, he lazily reminded you: "Didn't I remind you last night? Stay calm. Being secretive will only do the trick. Attracting other people's attention and being generous will avoid others' suspicion. You see, I can also do magic. Am I scared? Am I scared? "

"Yes, yes, brother Eric, you are the best!" Hansel admired him and moved closer to Eric again. Looking at Eric, who was wearing sunglasses and looking lazy, he looked down upon him. Knocking on the back.

Gretel in the back also stopped crying under the persuasion of the two people, wiped the moist corners of her eyes, looked at the backs of the two children in front, took a few deep breaths to adjust her mentality, and she seemed to be calm on the surface. Some, but the hand holding the hem of the skirt was still holding tightly.

After burning the witch to death last night, the Gretel siblings immediately turned their weapons and pointed them at Eric. Since he could also use magic, they also regarded him as a witch.

But what they never expected was that Eric, who was pointed at by their weapons, didn't panic at all, and even told them that even their siblings were also descendants of wizards.Hansel and Gretel, who had been driven crazy by the witch in the past two days, naturally sneered at this kind of nonsense, but under Eric's impatient physical persuasion, the two finally accepted his statement, and under his Under the inducement, the two also released one or two simple little magics.

This caused the two people who were already suffering a mental breakdown and fainted in an instant. After being woken up by Eric splashing cold water on them, the siblings still looked stunned all night long, until it was almost dawn, red and red. With tears in her eyes, Gretel came to Eric, knelt down to him, and begged him to tell her how to let her sister and brother survive in such a harsh environment that was hostile to witches.

So there was a conversation between the three of them in the witch's candy house late at night. With Eric's planning hundreds of years ahead, the two not only accepted their new identities, but also set goals for the future.

Become the most famous witch hunter on this continent.

Because Chixi Town is located on the border between the Oger Empire and the Caesar Empire, and there are often witches or wild beasts in the mountains, the residents of the town finally built a wall of about three meters outside the town after lessons learned over the past hundred years. The four-meter-high gray-white city wall is used to resist foreign invaders.

But to be honest, looking at the weird-shaped city wall in front of him, Eric sighed. If the hybrid giant Hagrid came over, he would probably knock down a large part of these crooked city walls with one kick.

There are two low wooden towers at the entrance of the town. Several men carrying shotguns and wearing leather jackets stand on the towers, monitoring different directions. The barrels of the guns in their hands are also pointed at the sitting people intentionally or unintentionally. The carriage approaches Eric and the other three.

A man with brown hair and a beard stepped forward. He lifted his robe back, revealing a pistol on his waist. He frowned as he looked at the three teenage children sitting on the carriage. He spit out the grass stem in his mouth with his brows, pressed his leather-gloved right hand on the handle of the pistol, and asked in a low tone: "Good morning, children, if I'm not mistaken, you guys should Not a resident of this town."

His eyes swept over the neat clothes of the three people, and then looked at the sister and brother sitting in the middle of the horse-drawn cart, as well as the obviously calcined black iron rod in the brother's hand. He said to Eric, who was wearing a strange pair of sunglasses. : "The only place close to this town is Augsburg, which is thirty miles away. That is an area in another country. I hope you don't tell me where you are from."

Eric jumped down from the carriage and took out a few copper coins from the small pocket of his vest. With a flick of his finger, the few coins accurately hit the hands of the guards guarding the door. This was a cool trick of dividing money. , instantly calming the guards.

Smiling so much, he took off his glasses and stretched out his hand to hang them on his chest. Eric performed a strange courtesy, showed his white teeth and introduced with a smile: "Of course not, dear sir, we are wandering witch hunters." , guard the long night in the world, resist the invasion of witches and devils, and purify the darkness of the world..."

The man in front of him felt sour when he listened to Eric's bragging. He couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt his chatter. He looked at the three of them and said warily: "I have always grown on this land. I have never I have never heard of the so-called witch hunter, so don’t talk to me and make your identity clear.”

"kaka~"

The safety sounds of firearms continued to sound, and those standing on the tower immediately raised their guns and pointed them at the children below.

The two siblings tensed up nervously. Hansel looked at the shotgun pointed at them, stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and raised the iron bar towards the guards.

"Don't get excited, guys!" Eric spread his hands and took two steps back, walked to the back of the cart, curled his lips in helplessness, stretched out two fingers and pointed at the sacks on the cart, pointing at the people in front of him. The guards said: "We met a witch outside the town last night. After the efforts of the three of us, the three brothers and sisters, we finally killed the witch. There is no other meaning in coming here. I heard that a witch's head can be exchanged for 200 kuai. Your Majesty, we just want to come and receive a reward."

After speaking, Eric untied the rope at the mouth of the sack, and with the help of Hansel, flipped the sack off the car.

The sack fell to the ground, rolled twice, and with a tremor, a burnt corpse slid out from inside.

The guards standing on the tower looked at the weird humanoid body on the ground, as well as the wand and broomstick that Eric had thrown to the ground, and they all whispered to each other in surprise.

"When the three of us drove to a place about 20 miles away from here, we saw a candy house in the woods and met the witch inside. After a fight, we pushed her into the stove and burned her to death. It's her body and her wand. Sir, I think these things can prove our identity as witch hunters."

At the end of Eric's words, he put on his sunglasses again, lowered his head slightly, looked at the bearded man in front of him from above the sunglasses for a few seconds, and blinked.