Harry picked up his pocket and tucked it into his robe, "Thank you." ”

Snape sneered and didn't speak.

He was restrained.

At this moment of parting, he didn't open his mouth to deduct Gryffindor's house points.

"Ye didn't come back, but she asked me to tell you, be careful." Geralt spoke, "When you get back, help me and Viselmir get ready." ”

Harry smiled, "Maybe I can bring you a good one." ”

He didn't know what time frame he would be when he returned, but judging by the fact that Wild Hunt was still looking for Ciri, at least after Ciri escaped from the capitals of Tyernaria and the Ayn-El clan, and before the battle of Kylemohan.

Chances are, Geralt will be met at another point in time.

"I'm taking you out of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore spoke, beckoning to Fawkes.

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore watched Fawkes fall into his hands, "You want to go out on your own?" ”

"No, one last trial." Harry whispered, unslatching the other pocket and letting Calanhill out.

Snape expertly recast the Imperius Curse.

"Open the portal to the world where Ciri is." Harry commanded at him.

Calanhill raised his hand blankly and pronounced the incantation.

With a buzz, the white teleportation array opened without any restrictions.

Dumbledore watched in amazement.

"A bit of bad news." Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore nodded: "I didn't expect it, it was indeed a bit unexpected." ”

Hogwarts prohibits any teleportation spells - of course, people with castle privileges like Dumbledore or Gryffindor, or creatures like house-elves who are included in the permitted range, can still use apparition.

Before that.

Almost everyone takes it for granted that Wild Hunt can't teleport here.

Results.

"Different magic systems will have different results." Harry shook his head, "Beware, Albus. ”

Dumbledore's jaw.

Harry pulled Hermione through the portal.

Space upside down.

It's like crossing through the long galaxy in an instant, and the world is turned upside down.

Almost instantaneously landed.

Harry raised his hand, put on Quinn's shield for himself, and with a wave of his wand, he and Hermione put on armor to protect themselves.

After stopping, they raised their heads and looked ahead.

In the distance are sparse woods, hillsides, waterways, and swamps.

The eyes seem to be inlaid with a layer of withered yellow filter.

"Where is this?" Harry asked Calanhill a question, though he already had the answer in his heart.

"This place is called Willen by the people of this world." Calanhill told Harry what was in his mind.

Sure enough, this is it.

"Willen?" Hermione repeats the word.

Harry pulled out his wand, cast a spell and shoved Calanhill back into his pocket, nodding his head and replying, "Wilen, the barrenest province of Temeria, a no-man's land that almost no one wants to set foot in. ”

"Sounds terrible." Hermione frowned.

Harry shook his head, "It's much worse than you think." ”

"Let's go, we need to find a village first, get some currency, a map, and find out information."

"Don't you ride?" Hermione asked as Harry walked forward, following along, confused.

Harry bowed his head, "Not that suitable. ”

"It's not like our world is full of lights, and many villages may not be found in the sky."

Hermione didn't speak, casting a spell on herself.

Wild all around.

But humans are unexpected, extraordinarily resilient creatures, and even though this place is known as a "no man's land", there are still a large number of people who live here stubbornly and hard.

There are traces of human activity, and they cannot hide from the eyes of witchers.

Harry soon found a way.

He conjured a horse, and the two men mounted it, and walked along the main road.

Hermione observed the world curiously. It was very different from the world she lived in, except for the trampled path under her feet, there was hardly any trace of human life that she understood, and she could occasionally see one or two putrid corpses on the side of the road, she didn't dare to look closely, she felt a little like a human being, and she couldn't believe that they were.

In just one trip, it gave her a sense of barrenness and corruption.

Wizards are not afraid to hurry.

Until twilight approaches.

Hermione probed and saw the traces of a village.

"Be careful." Harry slowed his horse, for no apparent reason, and turned back to Hermione.

Hermione was stunned.

Be careful?

Didn't you say to yourself in the wilderness just now, but now?

Could it be that the village is more dangerous than the wilderness?

Khalilma walked in.

Hermione's ears moved, and she could hear the low, but distinctly clear, words of the village.

"Oh my God, look into that man's eyes."

"Freak!"

"Witcher? Our village is not harassed by monsters. ”

"Now there's a monster in our village."

These words made her heart pound, and her heart beat in rhythm.

He could hear himself, not to mention Harry, who was far better than himself.

"Didn't the witcher accept the commission to eradicate the monster?" Hermione poked her head forward and asked in a whisper.

She'd heard Yennefer talk about witchers.

Harry bowed: "You're curious why they did this to me?" Or rather, that's how you treat witchers?"

Hermione nodded, "Obviously you are protective"

"It's the same as why wizards are hostile." Harry whispered, "It's no different from the Middle Ages in Great Britain. ”

"Hermione."

"Let's abandon the preconceptions of laws and rules, which are almost non-existent in this day and age."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

Harry sniffed the wine and found the village's tavern.

Bolt your horse outside, and take Hermione through the door.

The witcher was unwelcome, beyond Hermione's expectations time and time again.

The atmosphere that was still lively and noisy, after Harry walked in, froze, table after table, low voice, whispered discussion, spat out of his mouth the bad words that Slytherin would hardly spit out Gryffindor, to Harry, a person he had never seen before, casting a resistant and hostile gaze at Harry, a man he had never seen.

Harry ignored that.

Walk to the counter.

"Two beers." He pulled out a pea-sized piece of gold from his pocket.

The boss's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up the gold and took a bite in his mouth: "Do you need anything else for the generous guests?" ”

"A map." Harry continued, "Who rules this land now? ”

"Baron." The boss swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "What are you asking this for?" ”

Harry whispered, "Witcher, of course you're going to make money. ”

"Bloody Baron?"

The boss nodded, and he turned to take the drink from the counter: "But the baron shouldn't need to go to your place." ”

Hermione stood beside Harry, surveying the place.

It was unlike any tavern she remembered.

The timing was wrong, and it was set for yesterday

(End of chapter)