Hermione waved her wand.

Their memories and perceptions have been tampered with.

This group of beggars and homeless people was confused and lined up to walk out.

"It's so convenient, I don't have to do anything to this bunch of things." Zultan was surprised.

Hermione took a deep breath, "They're not coming back. ”

"Won't come again?" Zultan watched her chant a mantra, making the broom and mop move, and the surprise in his tone did not fade.

Hermione hesitated as to answer.

The magic of modifying memories is common sense for them.

But to people in this world, it's not common sense, and modifying memories doesn't sound like a decent thing, even if the "Forgetting Spell" is not black magic.

Just because the eyes are different, people in this world can speak ill of a stranger.

She was worried about the impact of saying this.

"A little magic that alters memories." Harry replied, "I don't know what Hermione changed their memories to, but since she said they weren't coming back, they weren't coming back. ”

"That's pretty cool." "But what about Dandrien, didn't he get out?" ”

Puccira frowned and looked at the two of them worriedly.

"It's been rescued." Harry replied.

Zoltan looked around blankly: "He asked you to continue to cast invisibility magic on him, ready to play a joke on us?" ”

Puccira tried to poke around, but all she could get was air.

Harry's wand snapped, "He's here." ”

The stoat flew out of its pocket, cursed and screamed loudly, and flew towards Psila.

"Oh my God." Pcylla hurriedly caught it, "This is Dandrien?" ”

Zoltan tiptoed over, "You turned that dog into a white weasel?" ”

In the hands of Pracilla, he stopped screaming, and was docile and well-behaved.

Pcyra corrected: "No, this is a stoat, not the same as a weasel. ”

"I think this creature is a good fit for him." Harry replied.

Dandrion grabbed Pracilla's hand, and even leaned up, trying to climb on top of her.

Puccira was happy and didn't care at all.

"I have to warn you, Miss Psila, that he's Dandrien, not a real stoat." Harry whispered.

Puccira reacted and grabbed the back of the cute-looking creature's neck: "You still want to take advantage of me in this state." ”

The ferret turned his head to look at Harry, and chirped.

Harry raised his hand, and his wand tapped away.

The ferret flew back to the ground, its magic surging, its body twisting, and returning to its original form.

"It was an amazing experience!" Dandrion waved his hands and looked excited, "I feel like inspiration is gushing out like a spring now. ”

"A ferret, an adventure through the city of Novigre!"

"From the perspective of a creature that almost no one cares about, to create a great epic."

"Thank you, Harry, for contributing to another great work by the great poet Dandrien."

Harry nodded, expressionless, "Congratulations, Dandrien, a great bard like a ferret." ”

"But before you get complacent about your new work, I have to ask you a few questions."

"How many days have you been caught by the Eternal Flame?"

Dandrion frowned: "A few days? If tonight passes, it's four days. ”

Four days

Harry frowned.

One step late.

"Are you looking for Ciri?" Dandrion asked tentatively.

Harry nodded, "It's obvious. ”

"I guess you don't have to worry about her." Dandrion whispered, "Ciri is a big girl now, she's strong, and she plays like you witchers with a steel sword. ”

"She can take good care of herself."

Harry glanced at him, "If she provoked a playboy like you, I don't think I or Geralt would be worried, but you know what she's messing with." ”

"I know very well, it's a wild hunt." Dandrion sighed, "But the Wild Hunt can't catch up with her." ”

"And she'll definitely be back in Novigre."

Harry spoke, "Because of the little box that was given to Hawthorne II?" ”

"Yes." Dandrion nodded, "Looks like you've tracked it down and got it?" ”

Drotan cleared his throat, "Dandrien, shit, I have to remind you that Harry only came to Novigri this afternoon. ”

"That thing doesn't matter." Harry shook his head.

Dandrion frowned: "But Ciri is very precious, this thing has something to do with a curse." ”

"But Ciri didn't want to mention the curse, and I didn't ask more."

Zoltan was surprised: "Ciri is cursed? ”

"She didn't." Before Dandrion could speak, Harry shook his head first, "Cursed is a friend of hers, an Elf of Al Ain, a great sage, and once an advisor to the Lord of the Hunt, Iredin. ”

"It seems. We and Ciri totally missed it. ”

"She should have run to Misty Island by now."

Harry had always been clear about Ciri's experience, and both Geralt and Ciri had mentioned it when they were in Novigre.

But the specific time has never been well said.

But.

The only thing that is clear is that Ciri didn't stay in Skellig for long, and after making a big commotion, she left in a hurry.

Maybe a day, maybe two days.

But four or five days is too long.

And, even if they rode a broomstick from Novigri to Skelliger, it would take more than a day, six days, or a week, and they still couldn't catch up with Ciri.

"So Harry, you know what happened to Ciri now?" Zoltan asked.

Harry nodded, "She's safe now." ”

He turned his head and said to Hermione, "Let's have a good rest here today, and tomorrow bring Uma with us, we have to end our short journey." ”

Dandrion whispered, "Harry, you haven't introduced me to this beautiful lady yet. ”

"Hermione, my love." Harry looked at him and gave him a brief introduction.

"Lovers? Is it finally fixed? Dandrion was surprised.

Harry bit hard, "Unlike Geralt, I didn't provoke so many sorceresses. ”

"Of course." Dandrion nodded, "You've always been provoked, our handsome Serpent Whisperer Harry. ”

Harry didn't speak, staring at him.

Hermione probed her brain, a little curious.

After thinking for a while, she waved her wand: "Dandrien, you have been imprisoned for so long, you shouldn't have eaten a good meal for a long time?" Whatever you want to eat, I'll do some food magic and should be able to make something that will satisfy you. ”

"There's nothing better than a juicy roast with a glass of wine." Dandrion was not polite at all, and reached the table, "Harry, you can also come and talk, we haven't seen each other for a long time, Geralt are they okay?" ”

(End of chapter)