Pcylla is optimistic.

Losing the most important thing in life does not mean losing the meaning of life.

But her face was haggard, and her eyebrows drooped and twisted into knots.

Losing the most important thing in her life means that her world lacks the brightest touch of color.

"Open your mouth." Harry whispered.

Pcyra shook her head, she resisted.

Dandrion has called in many doctors and made diagnoses, but without exception, none of them can save his throat.

There is hope, and when it is not done, it will be disappointed.

Harry lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

Pcyra looked up uncontrollably, her mouth growing, and Hermione pulled out her wand and chanted the incantation "Fluorescent Flicker" to illuminate her mouth.

Harry looked at it, quickly made a diagnosis, and said in a relaxed tone: "Destroyed by some kind of highly corrosive liquid." ”

"It's not a curse, it's not magic."

"It's easy to solve."

Curses and magic are more of a headache than simple destruction, and the magic and curses of this world usually have to find a specific medium or the person who casts the spell to break them.

Pseeira looked surprised.

Dandrion clenched his fists.

Harry reached out and tapped a flick on the Sorting Hat, and a vial of potion was spat out and fell into his hand.

He handed it over: "Drink this bottle of medicine." ”

Pseela took it, without hesitation.

It didn't taste good, it was bitter and sour, and the burning sensation irritated the lining of her mouth, and a faint itching sensation swelled.

"It doesn't feel good." Psila frowned, "And it's itchy." ”

Harry shook his head and whispered, "Don't speak, it's your voice growing back now, and it will probably be fine by the evening." ”

Puccira closed her mouth and nodded heavily.

"Harry, I love you to death! I knew you could do it. Dandrion raised his hand and cheered, "I will definitely create a beautiful song for you, and I will be with Puccila." ”

Harry took a step back, "Thank you, and I'd better tell Miss Psila or the other ladies if you say it." ”

"No, no, Harry, I'm focused right now." Dandrion shook his head, "I understand you and Geralt very well now, and there's nothing more pleasant than being around a lady of your heart." ”

Pracilla's eyes grew dangerous.

Dandrion was not a good lover, he was very good at pleasing girls, and he had more than a dozen, maybe twenty, or more lovers in Novi Gray alone.

He sensed something and forcefully reversed the subject: "Let's talk about Geralt's marriage to Yennefer." ”

"Are they really ready?"

As he spoke, he paused slightly, pulled over his chair, and sat down beside Psila: "I don't mean to offend, but witches and sorceresses, is it really necessary to be in a marriage contract?" ”

"They're going to have kids." Harry whispered.

Dandrion was stunned.

Harry repeated: "They're going to have children. ”

"Oh my God, it's even more incredible than the Eternal Flame recognizing you and Hermione as dragons." Dandrion rubbed his face, "You did that?" ”

Harry nodded, "Some magic tricks." ”

"Then I have to congratulate you and Geralt." Dandrion spoke from the bottom of his heart and sincerely, "In this case, the wedding is indeed necessary. ”

"Half a month later? Will we be able to get there? ”

"Don't worry." Harry nodded, "We have plenty of time. ”

They chatted, and soon Zoltan downstairs closed the door and went upstairs.

As promised, Harry told them what he hadn't had time to talk about before, and now slowly, little by little.

Dandrion and Pcyra are serious, realizing that this will be a new source of creativity, even more legendary than Geralt's story.

Harry also learned something about being drunk in Kylemohan, and Geralt didn't say anything about it.

Same as past experiences.

Geralt finds the Baron and solves a minor problem that Harry didn't solve - the aborted baby, which Geralt had made into a family goblin using an ancient ritual.

Help the Warlocks escape in Novigre.

Then I went to Skellig.

The news of the dragon's ravages in the ocean made the already poor witcher have to rack his brains and bleed profusely.

At night.

Pcyra was finally able to speak, and her voice was as crisp as ever.

It's just that at this time, except for Harry and Hermione, the remaining two people can't enjoy the long-lost singing, and they are already drunk and unconscious.

Three days in Novigre for rectification.

Harry gave Hermione a good tour of the city, and the group continued on their way to Towcent.

It was a much longer journey, and they had to cross the whole of Temeria, along the border with Sintra, to get there.

It wasn't until the one-month deadline reached that it finally arrived.

This country made Hermione's eyes shine.

It's unlike any country I've seen before, and it's hard to find such a view even in my own world.

The sun is shining, the scenery seems to be up, the mountains, the clouds, and the towering trees on both sides of the road hang heavy fruits.

Her imagination of the fairy tale forest when she was a child has now entered the reality of her life.

They met again in Bowclan, the capital of Towsent, and Geralt.

"You're finally here." Geralt was relieved, "Ye almost couldn't help but let Ciri go to you." ”

"The view from the road is nice." Harry whispered, "It's the first time I've traveled from this perspective. ”

There is no purpose, to be with the person you like, to be at ease.

There are even atmosphere groups.

Dandrion and Pracilla, who listened to Harry tell their own story along the way, told the story of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and were constantly inspired to write many poems.

It's just a pity that the Sorting Hat isn't there.

It chose to stay and race cars, and Sirius made a grand plan to travel the whole world, from the port of Felixstowe, through the North and South poles, and finally back to the port of Felixstowe in two months.

"It's the first time I've experienced this." Geralt shook his head, "She will also feel a lot more relieved when she sees Ye, she has a big temper recently." ”

"It's marriage, after all." Dandrion laughed, "Every woman facing marriage is like this, moody."

Puccira coughed heavily.

Dandrion shut his mouth.

Harry asked, "What about the others, all here?" ”

"It's all here." Geralt nodded and led the way, "Harry, if only you had come earlier, you're missing out on a great thing." ”

"Wonderful?" Harry watched his flamboyant, undisguised brow flutter.

"Viselmir met his old lover here." Geralt smiled, "I always thought he was so serious when he was young, but it's surprising that he has a wonderful past with a countess. ”

(End of chapter)