The topic changed a little unexpectedly.

The baron's mind couldn't keep up, and he looked at Harry for a long time before shaking his head, "It's not important about hair at all now. ”

Except for those high-ranking aristocrats, in this world, few men care about their dress.

Compared to the pompous appearance.

The military power in his hands and the amount of property he owns are the things that a man should care about.

"You have to change your mind and be a new person." Harry whispered.

The baron froze, tilting his head to look at the bottle.

That's when he understood what Harry meant.

"Demon Hunter, there's some truth to what you're saying." He whispered.

Harry wasn't really letting him grow hair.

It's about going for a different way of life.

"How do you sell that shampoo?" The baron clenched his fists, and he was determined to give away the drinks he had treasured.

The Witcher was right.

If you dwell on the mistakes you have made, you will never be able to make mistakes.

A few minutes later.

Harry stuffed a bag of kronas into the Sorting Hat and pulled Hermione Apparition to Novi Gray.

The baron stared at the three small bottles on the table, lost in thought.

Ten crowns for a bottle.

Will it really work?

Novigra is still a mess.

"We're not going to go to Pracilla now?" Hermione turned around, pulled out her wand, and cleared the memories of the innocent passers-by around her.

They didn't end up in Dandrien's hotel.

It's in a remote alley in the middle of the city.

"Ciri is in Skellig." Harry shook his head, "Dandrien they can't help much. ”

Harry led the way, followed by Hermione, all the way to the harbor.

Skellig is an archipelago in the sea.

It's far from Novigre.

"Shall we take a boat?" Hermione looked at the wooden ships, her brow furrowed.

"We're wizards." Harry shook his head.

He pulled out his wand and waved it lightly.

Two broomsticks flew out of the hat, both of them were fire bolts - this was not Harry's intention, although he was rich, he was still a very frugal person, but Sirius was different, he was very rich since he was a child, except for Azkaban, he never wronged himself in life, let alone Harry.

Buy the best.

In a wizarding society that has not yet been polluted by commercial sales knowledge, the best also means the most expensive.

Knowing that Harry was in another world and might need a broom as a means of transportation, Sirius waved his hand and bought Harry five firebow arrows, including the one he already had, which was six.

Harry wasn't alone, and Hermione, and Hermione was going to use it.

Two are for use, two for spare, and the last two for spare.

"Don't you use the Transfiguration Charm?" Hermione was a little surprised.

Harry smiled, "We're not going to Temple Island this time. ”

"Let's just leave, the people of Eternal Flame can't catch us, so let's say hello to Dandrien and them."

Hermione nodded, straddle the broomstick.

The two of them were dressed strangely, and they were holding brooms that were so delicate that they didn't look like they could sweep the floor.

Quirky and weird.

The guards' eyes were drawn to it.

"Strange" in this world,It's not a positive word.,It's not a neutral word.,It's almost a "derogatory word" full of malice.,Normal people won't be surprised.,If it's strange.,It's not a warlock.,It's being manipulated by monsters.。

Gradually, they came around.

"Who are you?" When the team grew, one person asked.

Harry didn't look back, and with a slight kick under his feet, the whole person flew out like an arrow from the string.

Hermione followed.

She wasn't very good at flying and didn't dare to speed too fast.

"It's a warlock! They're warlocks! One of the guards exclaimed.

Someone has already raised the crossbow in his hand, aimed in the direction, and shot it.

But.

The Firebolt is by far the finest broomstick, accelerating to 150 mph in 10 seconds.

Even if Hermione slowed down a little.

In the blink of an eye, in a second or two, he jumped out of a distance of nearly a hundred feet.

The range of the crossbow bolt is not so far.

Draw a wonderful arc in the air, plop and fall into the water.

"Quick, go to Temple Island." One of the guards gritted his teeth, "Tell the witch hunter about this." ”

In the harbor of Novigre, two warlocks, a man and a woman, appeared, and they were upright and swaggering, and they cast evil magic in the city and flew into the sea.

Temple Island has a heart to blockade, but there are too many people to see.

The whole afternoon of fermentation spread throughout the city.

Herb in the hotel.

Now that the shop hasn't reopened, Dandrien is ready to transform it into a cabaret with the best bards and bards in Novigre, and it will be the best cabaret in Novigre.

"Those two warlocks are Harry and Hermione." Zortan listened to the conversation of the workers who had come to work, and pulled Dandrion aside.

Dandrion nodded: "Broomstick, flying, how ridiculous it sounds, but haven't we seen it with our own eyes?" ”

"Only the two of them can do that."

"Harry, that shitty day, he didn't come back to Novigre to say hi to us." Zoltan muttered.

Dandrien shook his head: "They're busy, they're looking for Ciri right now." ”

"You don't have to worry about them."

"Harry is very strong, and I don't think Geralt is even his match right now."

"A magic witcher, who do you think of?"

Zoltan froze, and a handsome, but not sensually good name, came to his mind.

Wilgeforz.

A genius, a brilliant warlock.

Of course, he wasn't a witcher, but as a warlock, he was no worse than a witcher, and even much better than a witcher - Geralt had suffered a lot at his hands. In a head-to-head confrontation, Wilgiforz subdued Geralt with two sticks and broke his leg.

Since then, Geralt has been mindful of his legs, rarely jumping straight from a height.

"Harry." Zultan whispered, reading his name.

Dandrien shook his head, "Harry is mature now. ”

"It's not as impatient and hairy as before, and it's also very powerful, and he can even catch the wild hunter, don't worry, he doesn't need our protection."

"Zortan, don't worry about this, come and help me."

"If it can be completed today, we will be able to have a good celebration wine!"

"Come on!"

Zrotan put his worries aside, nodded, and immediately followed Dandrien to help the workers.

Harry and Hermione continued to fly.

Fastest speed with fire bolts.

One hundred and fifty miles per hour, galloping on this sea.

Occasionally, some Kraken or Island would notice them, but they didn't even see what was flying in front of them.

(End of chapter)