They all set their eyes on it.

Only the baron stared at the hat: "Anna, she. . . There's someone else in there. ”

"Rest assured, there's a lot of space inside." Harry whispered, his wand pointing at the children, "Don't look like this hat is a little scruffy, but it will keep Anna safe. ”

The Sorting Hat is a legendary item.

It has been in operation for more than a thousand years.

When it was born, four of the greatest wizards cast spells on it, and every Hogwarts Headmaster maintained it throughout the long years it has experienced. There may be a very unpopular presence like Phineas Black among the principals, but there is no doubt about his strength.

The Baron stared at the hat, skeptical of Harry's words.

But.

The witcher spoke very politely, but there was no doubt that his words were correct.

"Really?" The baron asked again.

Harry didn't answer him, and continued to cast spells on the children.

They are naïve, but not stupid.

Harry's attitude, Anna's attitude, these are enough to say a lot.

The children who disappeared into the swamp and the forest were lost or were they lost by another fate.

They are all well aware.

They all hugged their heads and wept bitterly.

"You take the kids and get out of the way." When the last defensive spell fell on the children, Harry said to the baron.

The baron was stunned, put one hand on the sword, and pointed at himself with the other, a little incredulous: "Me? Why me? ”

He's a warrior!

And taking care of children is such a thing, shouldn't women do it?

He glanced at Ciri.

Oh. She can't.

He had seen Ciri's strength, although this little girl had only mastered the power of the ancient blood, her strength should not be underestimated, and she had saved herself under the attack of the petrified chicken snake.

Then, he looked away and landed on Hermione.

This little girl, who looks delicate and weak, should.

"Hermione is better than you, too." Harry whispered, "She's a good witch. ”

"Remember what I showed you?"

"She can too."

The baron opened his mouth, finally sighed, lowered his hand from his sword, and held out his hand to the children: "Come, children, I'll take you away." ”

"There's going to be a war here."

The children wept and cried and followed the baron.

In that house, the movement gradually faded away.

A gray mist poured out.

Before Hermione could wave her wand, she could once again dispel the sudden, strange fog.

Three people quietly emerged from the mist.

A small, slanky man with a pointed hat.

A bloated, fat, troll-like man, with his entire head covered from the front of his face by a bamboo basket, tortoiseshell bound with a rope trapped in his flesh.

The last one, tall and large, but with a pocket hanging from his belly, in which seemed to be a skeleton.

Regardless of the appearance, there is one thing in common.

They all seemed to have no skin, their flesh exposed, and a swarm of flies haunted them.

"Anna is gone." The eldest one, the eldest sister of the old witches, murmured, "We thought she had escaped." ”

"Looks like you did it?"

The fattest ones, the old witch's boiled woman's tone was greedy: "Welcome back, ancient blood, I miss the taste so much." ”

"I knew you would come back." The rest of the one, the Weaver in the pointed hat, stared straight at Ciri, "Our fates have long been intertwined. ”

Harry looked at Ciri in surprise, "You can do it to them, too?" ”

"Harry!" Ciri yelled at him by name.

Hermione was puzzled.

Why can't you do it?

The three of them don't look annoying, even the kind of look that makes people disgusted at a glance.

Dirty, ugly, bloody.

People will always be unbearable to attack cute, beautiful creatures, but not to such ugly things.

Wait a minute

Take action?

I'm afraid it's not the kind of action I understand.

She looked up, at Ciri, and then at Harry.

Harry nodded, "That's what you think." ”

Hermione moved quietly, moving closer to Harry.

She was a little worried about whether Harry would show up and Harry

Wrong, all wrong.

Instead of worrying about Harry, I should worry more about myself.

What else did Ciri want to say.

She spoke: "A handsome guy, a beautiful woman, the blood of the ancients, is this the confidence you have to come to see us?" ”

"He's got something to do." The weaver woman looked around, "Anna is gone. ”

"I don't feel her fate."

She shook her head: "What she can't escape, just like the blood of the ancients, can't escape." ”

She raised her hand and made a quick swipe in the palm of her other hand.

But nothing happened.

There was silence in the Sorting Hat.

"It's useless." Harry looked at them, "Call out Illerys." ”

She tilted her head, "Your purpose is Illerys?" ”

"Throw yourself into the net!"

"Isn't the Blood of the Ancients fleeing the hunt?"

The three of them, you say a word, I say a word.

The whisper's voice became fierce: "I can't let Illerius know about you!" ”

"He's not going to let us get the blood of the ancients." The cooking woman's tone was still greedy.

Harry whispered, "Then stop talking nonsense. ”

He reached into the Sorting Hat and pulled out the serpentine sword.

She raised her hand: "You will regret it." ”

"Demon Hunter, we'll enjoy you and take you again."

This time, Hermione's reaction was very fast, and she almost immediately heard the charming and ridiculous meaning hidden in the words of this inhuman monster.

Faint!

She shot a spell at the man who spoke.

Quack –

A crow appeared out of thin air, blocking the red light, and before it could flap its wings a few times, it fell straight to the ground.

"Strange magic." She opened her mouth with a slight smile in her words, "But it's just the effect of causing a coma?" ”

"Soft, not lethal."

The figure of the weaver woman suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly appeared behind Hermione.

Armor Protection!

Harry cast a spell with one hand and stabbed with another.

The weaver's hand is penetrated.

But as if she didn't feel the pain, she scoffed, pulled out her arm, and grabbed Hermione by the hair.

Hermione waved her wand.

Her robe whirred, and a huge lion pounced on Weaver from behind, aiming its bloody maws at her head and biting down hard.

Click-

Bites into the air.

The Weaver Woman disappeared again.

She raised her hand.

The crows gathered in the sky, the dark clouds destroyed the city, and the blood-red light gathered in the crows, with a strong disgusting and rancid smell.

Rolling, like waves, smashing at them.

Harry raised his wand and pointed lightly forward.

The crows in the sky were still, motionless, only sporadic blood and qi diffused out, but to no avail.

(End of chapter)