"Who's talking?" Dandrien swallowed nervously, his voice trembling a little.

"Guess?"

Vague, inexplicable words responded to him, and with them, there was a creak, and the door to the cell was opened.

Close distance.

Obviously, the prison door is in front of me, and I have been looking forward to such a thing.

But the body seems to have been lying on the straw mat for a long time and has taken root.

I can't move, I don't dare to move.

And this sentence.

Guess?

Dandrion thought earnestly and quickly that he and Geralt had seen many monsters from birth to death, and that they were capable of stealth, human speech, and intelligence.

Either way, it represents great danger.

He frowned in thought.

One after the other that can pass through my mind are all kinds of women.

From Cowburger, to Towcente, to Novigre.

He was surprised, when did he provoke so much?

"All women's names in your head?" The voice rang out again.

Dandrion was stunned and looked up in surprise.

He heard it!

There was a lot of ridicule in this sentence, there was no malice, the tension and panic in his body faded in an instant, and his IQ reoccupied the high ground, which also allowed him to distinguish the owner of this voice.

"Harry?" He lowered his voice.

"I'm glad you remember me." With a wave of his wand, Harry's cloak of invisibility fell off, revealing him and Hermione.

"My old friend, it's a pleasure to meet you." Dandrion got up from the grass with a reserved attitude, shaking off the weeds and bedbugs on his body, his voice stuck in tune, keeping his demeanor, "What wind brought you to Novigre?" ”

Harry whispered, "A wind called Dandrion being caught. ”

"Harry, I've got an escape plan in place." Dandrion pinched his waist, "If it weren't for you running suddenly"

Harry snapped his fingers.

With a bang, the cell door was closed again: "So, let me appreciate Master Dandrien's escape plan?" ”

There was some silence in the air.

Hermione looked at him curiously.

This kind of coming out of the mud still has to maintain an elegant demeanor.

And being in a desperate situation, hard-mouthed, and reckless made her think of a person.

It's really like that.

"Harry, you've changed." Dandrien, "I remember you didn't have such a vicious mouth before. ”

Harry whispered, "I am gentle with everyone else, but Dandrien, my dear friend, you are the most special one. ”

"Alright, we'll have a good talk when we get back."

Dandrien said in an excited tone: "So how are we going to escape?" From the densely packed guards of Temple Island"

"It's simple." Harry interrupted him, "But before that. ”

He raised his wand and aimed it at him.

Clean up.

His clothes, hair, and hat all rolled out a circle of foam, which disappeared after a few moments, becoming neat and new.

"The Witcher's new sigil?" Dandrion pressed his hat in surprise.

"Some little trick learned for other reasons." Harry shook his head, "When you have time, I'll talk slowly, and then be mentally prepared." ”

Dandrion was stunned.

What psychological preparation?

Do you really want to kill it from Temple Island?

Harry recited the incantation again.

Dandrion exclaimed, his body twisted, and he rolled like a whirlpool, turning into a palm-sized stoat, and stood in place with a little dazed.

A little wand.

The stoat that Dandrion had turned into flew up and landed in his pocket.

"The next thing is to resist the urge to speak." Harry raised his hand and tapped him on the head.

The ferret chirped twice, found himself speechless, sighed, rested his head on the cloth, and looked at the world.

It is a novelty to observe the world from the perspective of small animals.

They put on their cloaks of invisibility again.

Of course

There was no rush to leave.

Dandrien's troubles are not completely resolved, and he is still a prisoner of the Eternal Flame.

A prisoner suddenly disappeared.

Then, he appeared in Novigre unharmed, even if he ran out of the city and went to other countries on the mainland.

As long as the Eternal Flame knew that for what they called "justice", or for the sake of preserving their dignity, they would only hunt the "innocent" bard more ferociously.

So, solve the problem at the root.

Harry, they found the bishop's room.

Modify his memory.

In the bishop's memory, he had interrogated Dandrion privately and determined that he was an innocent man. The simple bard became the target of the gangsters in the city because of his adventures and stories.

It's just that this matter is not such a glamorous thing for the Eternal Flame, so he secretly let Dandrion go.

Wait until all this is done.

Harry opened a window in the bishop's room.

They left the castle as if they were leaving the tavern.

Fly in the night.

The ferret screamed.

Harry even played a few tricks that scared him out enough.

They landed and returned to the Vanilla Tavern.

Zortan had returned, and roared angrily in the house: "You dogs, I have been gone for less than two hours, and you have come in again, and have picked my new lock!" ”

"Get out of here!"

"It's not for you guys."

"Look at you again, I'll break your dog's legs, stab them in your ass, and come out of your throat!"

Harry undid the illusion spell for himself and Hermione, pushed the door open and walked in.

In the hotel, a large group of outcasts and ruffians were staring at Zoltan, and under him, there were several screaming beggars.

Pseela held her lute and hid behind Drottan.

"Uncle Drottan." Harry whispered to him.

"Harry, you're back so soon?" Zoltan was a little surprised.

Harry nodded and looked at the beggar, "Get out of here." ”

The witcher's vertical pupils are even more gloomy in the dark night.

"You freak," a beggar cursed.

But he couldn't finish scolding.

Hermione drew her wand.

"Except for your weapons!"

The red light flashed, slammed into the man, thud, and slammed into the wall.

"Hang the Admiralty upside down!"

With a flick of the wand, another spell was cast, and a man hung upside down and floated out of thin air.

"It's all petrified!"

A man froze, standing still, motionless.

She let out a long breath and stared at the group viciously: "So, can you understand human speech now?" ”

Whipping this group with a spell was something she had wanted to do for a long time.

Maybe

Harry was used to the group cursing at her, but Hermione wasn't used to it, and she had been holding her breath from the first village she had seen.

"Warlock, she's a sorceress." A beggar's voice was terrified.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Forget it!" A milky spell shot out and landed on the man's head.

After beating them up, I can't forget to modify their memories.

(End of chapter)