Here it is...... Which?

Small, pitiful, and helpless, Harry looked up and looked around in fear.

Although the cupboard of my aunt's house is not good, it is cramped and cramped, and there are spiders and insects.

But it's a house, sheltered from the wind and rain.

And now......

In front of my eyes is the wilderness, the boundless, the wilderness where the sky and the distance are connected.

Although something strange always happens to me.

Inexplicably grows hair that won't be cut off by his aunt, flies to the chimney when chased by Dudley's own fat pig-like cousin, and clothes he doesn't like shrink to the size of a palm.

But now, it is too strange for me to suddenly come to such a place from Privet Road.

"Anyone?" Harry thought for a moment, then shouted.

Maybe it's a horse farm?

Or what a campsite.

There will always be an administrator, he thought.

But no human responded to him, only a sound of soot.

It came from the bushes.

Harry looked at it, although he was short-sighted, his eyesight was actually not bad, and he could vaguely tell that there was a creature moving.

The skin color is a bit bad and too whitish.

The general outline resembles a person.

"Hello, sir." Harry walked over there, his voice nervous to the point of a slight change of tone, "I'm sorry, I seem to be a little lost, where is this?" ”

There was a bang, the bushes were slamming, and in his eyes, there was still only that gray skin.

Didn't hear?

He raised his voice: "Excuse me! I want to ......"

Suddenly, the bushes were pushed away, and the gray creature leaped out with great speed.

Harry was taken aback.

That's not people.

It was a creature about the same size as himself, grinning, somewhat like a creature called "Alien" - a monster from a "PG" rated movie, he hadn't seen it, but watching Dudley hold up a poster and show off how brave he was, he dared to watch the whole movie alone.

It jumped out and bit Harry's arm.

More than one head.

Several, possibly dozens, but Harry, buried by the overwhelming array of "alien" creatures, couldn't tell how many of them were.

"No!" Harry wailed in pain.

It could feel the creatures eating at their bodies, puncturing the skin and tearing off the flesh.

"Help me!"

He looked forward to it.

Just as a monster pressed its teeth to its throat.

A blue glow surged across Harry's body, a huge wave of air that swept the monsters away.

Some of them were directly cut in half by the waist under this huge impact.

But there were only a few of them, most of them just being thrown to the ground, lying on the ground, staring at the restless prey.

What's going on......

Something strange happened to me again?

Harry tried to look up, looking at the monsters that were not decreasing, but were growing.

It's terrible!

He now misses his aunt's closet, a spider bite doesn't hurt anyway.

Blood continued to flow from the wounds, and the vision of the eleven-year-old, malnourished boy gradually darkened.

The group of monsters seemed to notice that his aura was weakening, and little by little they tentatively approached.

Before coma.

There seemed to be a rush of horses' hooves in my ears.

.......

The warmth roasts the body and brings a sense of comfort.

Harry opened his eyes, and just as he tried to move his body, the piercing pain made him gasp and stop.

"Awake?" There was a strange, mature, but reassuring voice in my ears.

Harry replied, "Yes. ”

"How could you, a child of a noble family, be there, the guard?" The man asked.

Harry was a little dazed: "Noble? ”

"Oh no, I'm not an aristocrat, just an ordinary person."

The man walked over, put something on the head of the bed, raised his eyebrows, and said in a somewhat questioning tone: "Ordinary people? ”

He apparently didn't take Harry's word very seriously.

Although he was a little malnourished, his skin was delicate, his hands and feet were not calloused, and although there were some scars, those were not the marks left by hard work.

"Yes." Harry nodded, "My name is Harry, Harry Potter, and I live at Number 4 Privet Road. ”

The man walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Harry saw what he looked like.

He appeared to be a middle-aged man in his early forties, with long white hair, armor, a wolf's head badge on his chest, and two swords on his back, and the most striking thing was his eyes, which were golden, amber, and cat-like pupils.

"Number 4 Privet Road? I haven't heard of the name, so maybe you should go into more detail. He spoke, his voice soft.

Harry chuckled and nervously added, "It's in Little Whitkin." ”

The man continued to shake his head: "Excuse me, kid, can you name your city or village?" ”

Harry continued: "It's in Surrey, close to London. ”

The man frowned and thought for a moment: "I have traveled to many countries, but I have never heard of a village with this name. ”

"No, not a village." Harry shook his head, "That's the city, the largest city in all of Great Britain, London, haven't you heard?" ”

The man shook his head: "Great Britain? Is it a country? ”

"The most prosperous country in all of Europe, sir." Harry realized something, but the eleven-year-old brain was a little difficult to accept this fact.

The man apparently realized something, too: "It seems that something wonderful has happened to you, in this country that is not called Great Britain or Europe." ”

"Perhaps, this is no longer your world."

"Can you tell me a little bit about you?"

Harry clenched his fists and talked about himself.

From the death of his parents in a car accident, to the living environment of Privet Road, and the shallow knowledge he learned from history and geography.

The man also told Harry about the Celestial Spheres and what kind of monster was attacking him.

By the time they finished talking, it was already dark.

"It looks like you're homeless." The man stood up, "Would you like to come with me?" Although the witcher is not a good place to go. ”

Harry was silent.

He was just an eleven-year-old, homeless kid who suddenly came to a strange world without any preparation.

At least the person in front of him is still kind to himself.

"Of course, I do." He replied aloud.

Even though in that person's description, being a witcher was bad, ..... There's nothing worse than being fed in the wilderness by monsters called evil spirits.

"Good." The man nodded, "Your body is recovering quickly, I'll have to find a warlock to do a check-up for you." ”

"After three days, we'll go."

He walked out the door.

Harry called out to him, "Sir, I haven't asked for your name yet. ”

The man looked back and smiled gently, "That's too bad, I forgot to introduce myself." ”

"Wolf Witcher, Viselmir."

......

Harry is taken to a place called Kyle Mohan.

Viselmir was worried that he would not be able to adapt to life here.

The world was terrible, and in Harry's description, he lived in a world where there were no monsters, no wars, no need to worry about food - although it sounded like his aunt and uncle were a little too harsh on him.

But Harry loved it.

Without Dudley, you can live in a large room by yourself.

Most importantly, the food is also delicious.

Although her aunt's cooking skills were not bad, even Mrs. Feig's withdrawn cat would be spoiled by her.

But it was Great Britain, and even he knew that it was the poorest country in the whole world.

It's good here.

The only problem is that you have to train along, running bumpy mountain trails, training in swordsmanship, practicing footwork in giant pendulums, and those obscure monster guides.

It was tiring and hard, but Harry had no complaints.

Until he has already begun to adapt to this training.

He was stopped by Viselmir.

Next to him was a man with the same white hair and the same eyes, but he was tall and muscular, and he was also extremely handsome.

"Viselmir, is that him?" The man spoke, his voice magnetic.

Viselmir nodded: "Yes, this kid is just like you." ”

"It's a Dharma source."

Harry raised his hand and asked, "What is the source of law?" ”

"People who are born with magical energy, we call them Fayuan." Viselmir replied, then turned to look at the white-haired man, "When I found this child, he was being attacked by a group of evil spirits. ”

"Although there is no magic fluctuation, that kind of large-scale impact is not something that a child can do."

"You don't know a lot of warlock friends, find one to check it out for him."

The white-haired man nodded: "But before that, we have to ask this little guy's opinion." ”

Harry looked at the two of them in a daze.

The white-haired man squatted down and looked into his eyes, and his vertical pupils had an uncomfortable strange feeling, but the sincerity that hit the heart faded away from this uncomfortable feeling.

And also......

What is this strange throbbing in the heart, and why does it appear?

A warm current.

It's been a long time since I've heard anything like that.

"Let's ask this little guy's opinion."

Even if it's a little guy, can you say your own opinion?

After saying it, he will not be scolded or punished by his aunt, and he will not be bullied by Dudley.

"Even though you're a foreigner." The white-haired man's voice was soft and gentle, "But we want you to have a better life." ”

"You can be a Dharma source, then you can learn how to become a warlock, master powerful magic, and enjoy a better life."

"Would you like to go?"

Harry asked him, "Can I study here?" ”

"I don't think so." The white-haired man replied, "We are witchers, and although we can use some rudimentary magic, we are much worse than warlocks. ”

Harry looked at him, not afraid of those eyes at all.

"The life of a warlock will be good." The white-haired man continued, "You can be a guest of honor in the kingdom, enjoy the life of a nobleman, and even become a nobleman. ”

"Life is terrible for witchers."

"You need to go through painful trials, die and die with genetic mutations, and then live a life of eating and sleeping in the open."

Harry looked at Viselmir, "Grandpa Vismere said you are also a Dharma source. ”

"Yes." He nodded.

Harry's tone was urgent: "Then why did you become a witcher, not a warlock?" ”

"Because of the law of accidents." The man smiled, "A law that belongs to our convention, my mother abandoned me in Kellmohan, and in return, I can only become a witcher." ”

Harry clenched his fists, "What if you had to choose like me?" ”

"I would choose to be a warlock." The man replied decisively.

Harry looked at him.

The sincerity in his eyes swirled in his chest.

And that inexplicable throbbing, sprouting in his body.

"Will a warlock be as gentle as you?" Harry was silent for a moment, then asked.

Viselmir burst out laughing, "Oh, gentleness, my dear, I didn't expect this word to fall on people like us. ”

"I think it's hard to be." The white-haired man recalled, shaking his head hesitantly, "But maybe life was not easy at first, but in this land, comfort has never been an important thing. ”

"Viselmir said you came from a comfortable world."

"Although your life may not be very comfortable."

"But I can assure you that studying at the Warlock Academy is at best the same living conditions as your aunt's house."

Harry didn't speak, he lowered his head.

Life at my aunt's house......

That's terrible, but the thought of the demons who are overwhelmingly attacking and biting at your body.

Doesn't seem to be acceptable?

The small bed under the cupboard of the stairs was cramped, but warm enough, and was always instructed by my aunt to come and go, and sometimes even hungry for days, but most of them were still fed.

He didn't want to leave this place called Kylemohan.

But Grandpa Vismere and Uncle Whitehair both recommend that he better become a Warlock.

Thinking, thinking.

Suddenly, Harry raised his head and he stared into the man's eyes, "But you haven't regretted it?" ”

"What?" The white-haired man was stunned, and some didn't realize what he meant.

Harry took a deep breath and plucked up his courage, "I mean, you don't regret being a witcher, you don't regret staying here. ”

The white-haired man nodded: "Of course, this is my home." ”

Family.

“home”。

It's a word that I've often heard from the Dursleys, but I've never had it. Oh, ten years ago, when my parents weren't in a car accident, I might have had one, but it would have been too young to remember anything.

Harry was firm: "No, I don't want to be a warlock. ”

"I'm going to stay here, I'm going to be a witcher."

It's short, though, only a week.

But Harry was sure he loved it to death.

Although Viselmir was very serious in training, he was very pleasant at other times.

And this new man.

He's respecting himself!

Don't ignore his existence as a "person" just because he is only eleven years old, and because he is an orphan from another world.

Family.

Yes, it can be home.

"Stay?" The white-haired man's face was a little surprised, he squatted beside him and leaned over slightly, "Have you really thought about it?" ”

"Witchers aren't a good profession."

"Except for the accidental children caused by the law of accidents, almost no one will actively choose to become a witcher."

"In the outside world, we don't get any respect, and others always call us freaks, mongrels, ......"

Harry spread his hands, "I'm used to it, and my aunt, Dudley, and his friends are always scolding me like that. ”

"And I'm also an accidental child, aren't I?"

"A man who came into this world unexpectedly."

He took a deep breath.

Besides, instead of choosing between "Warlock" and "Witcher", he chose "home".

Craving!

Harry desperately wanted to be family with Viselmir and the white-haired man.

"An unexpected choice, little one." Viselmir smiled, and he could see what Harry had made up his mind for.

The white-haired man stood up: "Well, since you say so. ”

"It's been a long time since the Wolf School had a new apprentice."

"Viselmir?"

Viselmir shook his head quickly, "No, I've been a mentor for a long time, maybe I can assist you, but now you should try to be a qualified mentor too." ”

The white-haired man nodded, deserving to be quick: "Oh, well, you're right. ”

He straightened his back and held out his hand to Harry, "Little one, I will be your mentor from now on." ”

"The Wolf School, Geralt of Livia."

Harry also held out his hand: "Hello Mentor, I'm Harry Potter. ”

The big and small hands are clasped tightly together.

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The first extra!

There may be an update on Harry's first mission, and the story of how he almost had something with a sorceress, but was scared off by his age.

There are also some things in the Harry Potter world that are not cleanly handled.

qwq

As for the question of the new book, it may be released in September.

It's a bit late in August, so it's so hard to write a book!!!!!!! Damn it

And, recommend a book "Chinese Students at Hogwarts", this author was pouted by me for half a month, and it was only hung up by selling the hue, you can see it, the quality is not bad.

and another book "My Childhood Plum Always Wants to Force Me to Confess".