Magic is still?

Ciri gave Harry a startled look.

Has his magic reached this level?

Too late to think about it.

She swung her sword and unleashed her power.

Tick –

Time slowed down, and it was like sinking into the sticky mud, and no one but Harry and the old witch could move freely, except for Hermione, who sensed that something was wrong, and turned her head with difficulty and slowly to look in Ciri's direction.

Next breath.

Time to return to the original state.

Ciri appeared behind her and slashed with a sword.

Her flesh was fat, and the sword in her hand did not penetrate her body's own defenses well, only a few ropes were cut, and the flesh flew away, and the smell of fish was even worse.

She slapped her hand again.

The crows imprisoned by Harry didn't react.

Spell fails.

Angry, she grabbed the rotting hand hanging from her breast pocket and threw it forward.

The dead husk, squeaking and roaring as it landed, the walking dead lunging at Harry.

She took out a bottle of potion from her pocket, laughed miserably, and threw it at her feet.

A green mist surged.

Roll up and spread towards Ciri.

It was a cursed potion.

Harry's eyes lit up.

A very peculiar use of potions.

Ciri also sensed that the power of the blood surged, and disappeared.

Hermione raised her wand.

She took a deep breath.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

Rushing water gushed out from the tip of the rod and fell to the ground, gathering into a puddle in the blink of an eye, and the ground was wet.

"Are you really merciful, or are you just doing this kind of playful magic?" The weaver whispered and sneered.

"Are you begging us for mercy?"

"You're going to die here."

They talk rhetorically.

Hermione waved her wand.

Three feet of ice!

The flowing water suddenly froze, freezing the feet of the three of them, sticking to the ground.

In terms of magic, Hermione is far less powerful than Harry, just the level of a normal little wizard, and if she outputs her magic power with all her might, she can also achieve the level of a giant transformation creation, but in battle, such a desperate gamble is obviously not a smart person's move in battle.

Time.

Hermione is most proud of her use of time.

She is not a master in any field, but in terms of breadth of knowledge, she is even confident that she can match or even surpass Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

She was nowhere near as powerful as Harry.

But.

She was sure she had more spells than Harry.

The old witches felt bad.

Woohoo –

Clods of dirt and rubble flew up around them, twisting into sharp pieces of iron, and diffused towards the three of them irregularly.

Possession, attack, and supplementation.

Hermione used the most wizarding of the world, and it was the most effective way of fighting for her.

Random arrows pierce the air.

The weaver woman reacted too quickly, and she conjured a flock of crows and hid in them.

Boiled Po has rough skin and thick meat.

She is the biggest, but she seems to be very old and does not react in time, and is pierced by iron pieces and pierced into a hedgehog.

Harry raised his wand and aimed it at the crows.

The flames swelled, spreading from the center to the periphery, and the pungent smell of feathers, flesh and flesh was burnt.

He beckoned to the woman.

Wow, she flew quickly, unable to control her body.

Harry raised his sword and stood still, waiting.

Poof—

Murmur flew in, her neck piercing through the serpentine sword.

The body continues to fly.

The head fell in place, two steps behind Harry.

Murphy is dead.

The remaining two who were still taunting just now were filled with panic and anxiety.

The crow that the weaver woman turned into fluttered its wings and flew high.

The boiler dropped the potion and became a crow.

Want to escape?

Harry looked at them calmly.

But he was only allowed to escape, especially the cook, and she was not allowed to escape.

Wand flicked.

A tree in the forest turned into a huge hand, grabbed the crow that the boiled woman had turned into, grabbed it, pulled it down from the air, and then fell to the ground hard.

The crow that the weaver woman had turned into quacked in terror and flew faster.

Harry ignored him, and walked straight to the cook's side, "Won't you go back to your human form?" ”

"Do you still want to humiliate me?" The cook woman turned back to her ugly appearance, her face was covered in the rattan basket, and she couldn't see it clearly, but there was an aura of extreme disgust and hatred all over her body.

The wand is raised.

The rattan basket on her face dissolved.

A face was revealed, bloated and fat like her, the skin was peeled off, and the flesh and blood were scattered one by one.

The eyes are gray, not like normal and healthy eyes, but there are good ones.

Regents.

Harry looked at her, mercilessly intruding into her memories, from the time she was born until she was killed by himself.

That's a long memory.

Harry's origin surprised Harry.

She was originally a kind village witch, far away from the villagers, but she lived in symbiosis with them, exchanging herbs to cure diseases for resources needed for life and research.

But.

Good people are destined to live short in this world.

Her home was suddenly broken into, a group of villagers bullied her and tied her up, and a fire erased the evidence and the traces of her existence.

The Lady of the Forest uses magic to resurrect them, transforming them into what they are now.

Harry didn't care about any of that.

But it had to do with the potion recipes she had created.

Slowly, little by little, he searched.

From time to time, he pulled out a silver thought and put it in the bottle.

"What is Harry doing?" Ciri was puzzled and walked over to Hermione with a frown.

Hermione distanced herself a little: "I'm searching her memory, I think the few potions she used just now are very interesting, and I'm going to take them back to teach Professor Snape, who is our former Potions professor, and the relationship with Harry is very complicated, we can talk slowly when we go back." ”

Ciri still frowned: "A kind of black magic? ”

Hermione gave her a surprised look, "No, how could you think that." ”

"In our world, it's a forbidden spell, but it's not black magic."

Ciri nodded, relieved: "I see. ”

"I noticed that you seemed to sense the power of my use of the blood of the Ancients?"

Hermione nodded.

"How did you notice that?" Ciri asked. She has the blood of the ancients, but the power in this bloodline is not very well developed, of course, although her progress is small, but after all, this is a power to manipulate time and space, and it can almost be said to be the greatest power in the entire world.

Hermione was excellent.

But she's not strong enough yet.

"To be able to stand here now, I've been using a prop called a time turner." Hermione explained simply, "It gives me more time to study, and I have a lot of time to deal with, and I'm a little sensitive to that. ”

Ciri nodded.

The baron came over with the children in a panic: "Ciri, and that witcher!" ”

(End of chapter)