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Chapter 415 find
Chapter 415 find
Sing with the scenery.
The sea monsters are fierce, but even the demon hunters who hate sea monsters the most have to admit that their entire race is born singers.
The bait they use to hunt is their beautiful appearance and melodious singing voice when they become humans.
The siren just raised its head, and the voice just came out of its mouth.
The harp tapped lightly against her back.
She turned her head in resentment, reluctantly picked up the harp, and plucked it lightly. After getting familiar with the tone, the chaotic sound became pleasant, together with the sea breeze.
Crisp, ethereal, as deep as the ocean.
Hermione held her head.
Occasionally look at the sea, and occasionally look at the clouds, the ocean and the clouds are very close, and you can pick them up with one hand, including Harry, who is also very close to you.
so good.
If only it could go on like this.
But she knows that she can't be willful now. They are shouldering matters related to the fate of the two worlds, and she is very satisfied to have such a short-term enjoyment during this journey. They are still young, and there will be more in the future. A lot of time.
Without these things, wouldn't it be difficult to enjoy this kind of enjoyment at Hogwarts?
She is in a good mood.
Time flows like a small river in the notes, as if it has become very slow.
But that's just feeling too.
The boat drifted automatically, and gradually sailed into a sea area covered in thick fog.
"Here we are." Harry whispered, picking up the bottle.
The white light cluster inside became intense, heading toward the depths of the dense fog.
He unscrewed the cork.
The light ball bells flew out and floated forward.
With a wave of the wand.
A golden thread surged from the sails, united with the light.
This is a real ocean.
Thick fog, dark reefs.
A lot of Skellige's ships had broken in by mistake, densely packed with shipwrecks, some very new, only a month or two old, some very old, several years old, so old that Harry couldn't see the specific sinking of them. how long.
The Siren's song became low and mournful.
It's the same as a thick fog with a hint of gray and white.
Countless sea monsters were entrenched on the top of the sailboat, and they were eyeing their prey, but there was singing from their companions on the boat, and after a while, they reluctantly flew away.
They have been docked next to the abandoned small ferry, and they have not been attacked by the sea monster again.
"You can go." With a wave of his wand, Harry released the magic binding on the siren.
The siren hugged the harp, grinned at Harry, and hurriedly flapped its wings and fled.
The light cluster continued to float forward.
Harry and Hermione followed.
The fog on the island was still heavy, and it was unusually quiet.
"Be careful!" Harry said suddenly as they walked halfway, waving his wand.
Armor protection!
The spell was uttered, falling on Hermione.
Almost instantly, a pair of sharp claws grabbed from the mist, scratched at Hermione, and hit the invisible armor with a clang.
fainted!
Hermione's reaction was not as fast as Harry's. After all, she was an ordinary person and didn't have the extremely keen senses of a witcher. However, she didn't panic after being attacked. She pulled out her wand and didn't even see what was sneaking up on her. After the spell was finished, it was launched and hit the monster.
Its body was surprisingly light, even the spell of the Stunning Spell would knock it into the air, draw an arc, and land heavily on the ground.
Harry drew his sword, rushed to fill it up, and chopped off his head.
Hermione moved closer.
Only then did he see the appearance of this monster clearly. It was somewhat similar to the evil ghosts he had encountered before, except that his chin was not as big, his ears were bigger, pointed upwards, and his unusual pair of claws were as sharp as knives.
"This is?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry skillfully dissect it.
Harry replied, "Little Mist Demon."
"A difficult creature, a monster that every demon hunter who has just started his journey is most worried about encountering."
Where there is fog, there are such creatures.
Unlike other monsters, the little mist demon has the power to manipulate fog.
They usually hide in the mist, in the oppressive and dull atmosphere, suddenly appear from behind, scratch their claws, and then disappear, repeating this, until the prey is driven mad, drowned in the swamp, or killed.
of all prey.
The little mist demon used to be at the top of the list of monsters that Harry least wanted to meet. Even if he confronted an ancient deer's head head-on, he would not want to meet a little mist demon.
Of course, it's different now.
Gather the materials and put them in the hat.
Harry and the others continued to follow the light group, up the winding mountain road, and finally the light group stopped in front of a stone and wood building, an exquisite new house.
"Here is Ciri?" Hermione tilted her head and waved her wand.
A stone at the door turns into an adult frame, raise your hand and push it.
The door didn't move at all, and the stone man was pushed back by the recoil and staggered back a few steps.
"The door is locked." Hermione waved her wand again. "No trace of the curse was detected."
Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Shirley, are you in there?"
"Open the door, it's me."
There was no response from the door.
Harry knocked on the door again.
Still no response.
"Is there no one?" Hermione asked nervously in a low voice.
Harry shook his head. In the witcher's senses, there was the sound of heavy breathing in the crack of the door. He continued to knock on the door: "Is there anyone inside? Respond."
Hermione met his eyes, nodded, and waved her wand.
The whirlwind swept.
From under the crack of the door, a gust of wind blew in.
Immediately afterwards, he pointed towards the Sorting Hat again.
A rope came out, which was a prank prop studied by George and Fred. It could peek at the situation behind the door. It followed the wind and got into the door together.
"Oh!" The people inside the door didn't seem to expect the sudden wind, and they couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.
Harry lowered his voice, "Open the door."
"Who are you and what do you want?" There was a crisp knocking on the head from the door, accompanied by a depressing and dull male voice.
"Witcher," Harry went on, "looking for a young woman with gray hair and a scar on her face."
The man's tone became a little disgusted: "Oh, get out."
Hermione lowered her voice and took back the road: "There are four dwarves in the door, with weapons, but they don't look very dangerous."
dwarf.
What happened on the Misty Isle, Geralt didn’t make it very clear. In fact, after welcoming Ciri back, they had to prepare non-stop to fight the Wild Hunt. Geralt didn’t have time to make these relatively irrelevant Talk about important things.
Harry didn't know either.
but.
Since it is a dwarf.
Harry looked at Hermione, and their eyes met.
Hermione raised her wand.
Ahora hole open!
With a click, the door lock was unscrewed.
Harry lifted his foot and kicked the door open. None of the four dwarves blocking the door expected the break in to come so suddenly and so quickly.
Twice——
From the Sorting Hat, four ropes gushed out, binding the four dwarves tightly before they could hold their weapons.
Two people broke into the house.
Look around.
A gray-haired, lifeless woman was lying on the bed opposite the door.
In the perception of a witcher.
No breathing, no heartbeat.
(End of this chapter)