"That beast seems to be a big threat to you?" Harry stared at their faces, "Need my help?" ”

"But your horse is dead." A young man scoffed, "A knight who can't even protect his own mount"

Harry waved his hand, "Yes, but the beast didn't do me any harm. ”

He stretched out his hand generously: "Look, do I look very embarrassed?" ”

The men watched.

Armor was full of battle marks, both new and old, and they had seen many knights, but they had never seen a knight with such skillful armor.

The shoes were clean, and there wasn't even much dust on the uppers.

The hair is neatly groomed.

Those eyes

The man finally noticed this, and one person couldn't help but scream.

"You're an alien, a wizard?" They held their pitchforks in the air, their voices agitated and angry, "You're coming to steal our children again?" ”

Harry was stunned.

What a familiar curse, I haven't heard it again for years, it's really kind.

"Have you ever seen a wizard use this thing?" Harry pulled out the snake bone sword, the white sword, with a chill that ordinary swords could hardly have, "Or do you want to try it yourself?" ”

The men were still holding pitchforks.

"You're really not one of those outliers?" A man shuddered and asked.

Harry's tone was as gentle as he could: "I heard you say 'again', it looks like you've lost your child more than once?" Tell me about it? ”

The men were not worried about him.

Harry withdrew his sword, one hand casually tucked into the Sorting Hat disguised as a pocket, "I am a very powerful knight, and many wizards have died at my hands. ”

"Can you kill the wizard?" A man exclaimed, his eyes full of surprise.

Harry nodded, "Of course, I can." ”

"I can fix your troubles, but I need to pay for it."

The men looked at Harry suspiciously, and the most difficult thing for them to accept was Harry's strange eyes, like cats—a strange feeling that made them very uncomfortable.

They get together.

The young man held a pitchfork and pointed it at Harry.

Fortunately, he sat down on the stone, pulled a bottle of milk out of his sorting hat, and drank it leisurely.

The men called the women to the same and discussed it for a long time, and finally one of them came out and walked to Harry, who was not young, almost forty years old, with many scars on his face and hands, left by bears and wolves, with one leg lame, but he could walk with a tiger's style, and the other foot was wearing a buckskin boot that looked a little ill-fitting.

"This knight, can you really kill a wizard?" The man's face was serious, and he asked.

Harry nodded.

"Then you can prove it." The man tentatively.

Harry interrupted him in a cold tone, "I'm going to prove it to you? ”

The cold eyes made the man's heart tighten, a guy who was more dangerous than a bear or a wolf pack.

He hurriedly changed his words: "We do have some troubles, and if you can help solve it, we can pay you a very good amount." ”

"Tell me what's going on." Harry waved his hand.

The man sat down in front of Harry, "You know, wizards always bring bad luck. ”

"Not long ago, probably last year, we had a witch here, and she lived in the woods over there."

He raised his hand and pointed behind Harry.

Harry didn't look back, just nodded in agreement.

The man continued.

"We had always had a good life, although there were sometimes minor troubles, there were no doctors, mills and sometimes no work, and the lord rarely sent anyone to care for our small village on the edge of the Black Forest."

"That witch would trade some potions, some food, and some resources from us, and oh my God, we really thought she was a good person at first."

"But she's only been living in that forest for a month, and something strange has happened in the village!"

"Old Tom's child, all of a sudden, flew up to the roof, and John's girl, and we watched with our own eyes, and she brought back to life a dead flower, but one of the children who was by her side that day came home sick and almost died."

It's a little wizard's magic riot.

Harry was quick to decide.

Two little wizards.

"How old are they?" Harry asked.

The man was stunned: "One is eight years old, and the other is six years old." ”

Harry held his hand in one hand, "Go on." ”

The man wrinkled his brows, and after thinking about what he had said, he continued: "The witch came and asked old Tom and John for their children, money, potions, and food, and she promised them. ”

"But you know!"

"We're not so poor that we have to sell our children."

Harry couldn't hold back a sneer.

This seems to be the same in all worlds.

The man shook his head awkwardly and continued: "Then our child was gone, and she stole it!" It must be so! ”

"Evidence?" Harry asked.

The man was stunned and buried his head: "How can we see through the witch's ability, we just think she did it." ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head sharply: "Lord Knight, we have not seen the witch since the child was lost, and she snatched our child for no reason, and the people of the village who wanted to find her would be driven away by her wild beasts. ”

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Not to kill, just to drive away.

The heart is not completely bad.

"So you want me to get your children back." Harry looked at him.

The man nodded, gritting his teeth, "Kill that witch, she's too much of a threat to our village!" ”

"What about the pay?" Harry asked.

The man hesitated and said, "How much do you want." ”

Harry didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Five silver pennies." The man gritted his teeth and spat out such a number.

"Fifty." Harry the Lion opened his mouth and bargained.

The man shook his head in horror, "No, Lord Knight, we can't take that much. ”

Harry got up and walked out of the village.

"Ten, what do you think of tenpence?" The man held on to him.

Harry didn't stop for him.

"Fifteen, fifteenpence!" The man also crawled to his feet.

Harry's pace slowed slightly.

"Twenty-one, twenty-one at most, we are a small village, and we can only make up these at most." The man began to grit his teeth really hard, "We still have to pay the lord's tax. ”

Harry looked back, "Very well, then you guys are ready, wait for me to come back." ”

The man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Of course, Lord Knight, I wish you safety." He uttered an ancient syllable, which means "triumph, peace" in the Rune script, but without any magical effect.

Harry walked in the direction the man pointed.

"Do you really want to help them?" When he was far from the village, the Sorting Hat spoke, "I have to warn you that the people of this age are very cunning, and I don't think they are like good people. ”

"There's blood in the village." Harry spoke softly, "It's still fresh, it's the smell of human blood. ”

The Sorting Hat dangled at the tip of the hat.

"Notice how they're dressed?" Harry asked.

The sorting hat "purred" and wagged.

Harry patted it, "Be careful, many of them are not dressed properly, women wear jewelry they shouldn't have, and men wear more or less ill-fitting but delicate clothes. ”

The Sorting Hat points to the tip of the hat: thoughtfully.

"Maybe the witch in the woods is their excuse?" Harry whispered, "They use this to trick passing knights or merchants, to kill them, and to plunder their belongings. ”

This is not uncommon.

"And you're going?" The Sorting Hat crumpled and twisted, "Isn't it dangerous?" ”

"That witch should not have a bad heart." Harry shook his head, "If it was a dark wizard, this village would be long gone, right?" ”

"The little wizards who exchanged food and money for the magic riot are worried that those little wizards will become silent, right?"

"Gryffindor's Portrait Trial, and such a kind-hearted witch, who do you think of?"

The Sorting Hat's voice became cheerful: "Is it Helga?" Oh, indeed, she could do such a thing. ”

"Well, I always thought Hufflepuff was a respected witch." Harry sighed.

The Sorting Hat tapped the tip of the hat and echoed, "She is indeed such a witch, and Godric and Salazar respect her. ”

"Is stealing a child considered a high level of morality?" Harry asked him rhetorically.

The Sorting Hat was stunned, and his voice became annoyed: "Stealing, how can it be said to be stealing?" ”

"It's obviously saving people!"

"If the little wizard becomes silent, the little wizard will die, and the village will be destroyed, Helga is kind."

Harry patted it lightly, "So in history, the Hufflepuff lady has done this kind of thing, right?" If you can't kidnap the little wizard, you will steal the child. ”

The Sorting Hat hung its tip down, reluctantly and with great difficulty.

vaguely said something "is it to save but not to steal", "how can saving be considered stealing?" "Obviously gave money" and other obscure words.

The road is full of cheerful atmosphere.

They quickly walked into the woods.

Harry stopped, a powerful magic barrier in the middle of the woods, he waved his wand, and the warm magic poured out, but the barrier resisted, and with a snap, Harry's magic was scattered.

Reluctant to communicate with people?

Harry froze, thought for a moment, and recited the incantation.

"Divine Guard!"

He said a few words to the Patronus, infusing his thoughts.

The silver-white griffin slowly walked towards the barrier, this ancient, powerful, peaceful, symbolizing the highest level of white magic spell creation, was not resisted by the barrier, and it slowly walked in.

Not more than a moment.

As the magic of the barrier faded, the woods twisted and changed, and a large, rudimentary greenhouse appeared in front of Harry.

A little badger patronus jumped up in front of Harry and said in a pleasant voice, "Come in, friend from afar." ”

"Since you're here for the kids of that village."

There is one more chapter, before twelve o'clock

(End of chapter)