"It seems that the beast is a big threat to you?" Harry stared at their faces, "Do you need my help?"

"But your horse is dead." A young man laughed, "A knight who can't even protect his own mount..."

Harry waved his hand: "Really? But the beast didn't do me any harm."

He held out his hand generously: "Look, do I look embarrassed?"

The men looked at each other.

There were armors full of traces of battle, both new and old. They had seen many knights, but they had never seen a knight who could own such exquisite armor.

The shoes were spotlessly clean, without even a speck of dust on the surface.

Her hair was neatly combed.

Those eyes...

The men finally noticed this and one of them couldn't help but scream.

"Are you an alien or a wizard?" They raised their pitchforks high in the air, their voices excited and angry, "Are you going to steal our children again?"

Harry was stunned.

What a familiar swear word! I haven’t heard it in several years. It feels so familiar.

"Have you ever seen a wizard use this thing?" Harry pulled out the snake bone sword. The dark white sword exuded a chill that was hard to come by with ordinary steel swords. "Or do you want to try it yourself?"

The men still held their pitchforks.

"Are you really not one of those weirdos?" a man asked tremblingly.

Harry tried to make his tone gentle: "I heard you say 'again', it seems that you have lost your child more than once? Tell me about it?"

The men were worried about him.

Harry put the sword away and casually put one hand in the Sorting Hat disguised as a pocket: "I am a very powerful knight, and many wizards have died in my hands."

"Can you kill a wizard?" someone exclaimed, his eyes full of surprise.

Harry nodded. "Of course I can."

"I can help you solve your problems, but I need a reward."

The men looked at Harry suspiciously. What they found most difficult to accept was Harry's strange eyes, which were like a cat's. This evil feeling made them very uneasy.

They got together.

The young man pointed his pitchfork at Harry.

Fortunately, he sat down on a stone, took out a bottle of milk from the Sorting Hat, and drank it leisurely.

The men called the women over and discussed for a long time. Finally, they elected a man who walked up to Harry. He was not young, almost forty years old, with many scars on his face and hands left by bears and wolves. One of his legs was lame, but he still walked with great vigor. The other foot was wearing a deerskin boot that looked a little ill-fitting.

"My lord knight, can you really kill the wizard?" the man asked with a serious expression.

Harry nodded.

“Then can you prove it…” the man probed.

Harry interrupted him, his tone cold: "I want to prove it to you?"

The cold look in his eyes made the man's heart tighten. This guy was more dangerous than a bear or a pack of wolves.

He quickly changed the subject: "We do have some troubles. If you can help solve them, we can pay you a generous reward."

"Tell me, what's the matter." Harry waved his hand.

The man sat down on the ground in front of Harry. "You know, wizards always attract bad luck."

"Not long ago, maybe last year, a witch came to our place. She lives in the woods over there."

He raised his hand and pointed behind Harry.

Harry didn't look back, but just nodded and agreed with him.

The man continued.

"We had a good life before, although there were some minor problems sometimes. There was no doctor, the mill sometimes did not work, and the lord rarely sent people to care about our small village on the edge of the Black Forest."

"That witch would use some potions and food to exchange for some resources from us. God, we really thought she was a good person at first."

"But she had only lived in that forest for a month, and strange things happened in the village!"

"The child from old Tom's family suddenly flew up, from here to the roof. And the girl from John's family, we saw with our own eyes, she revived a dead flower, but a child who was with her that day went home and became sick and almost died."

This is the magical riot of the little wizard.

Harry made a quick judgment.

Two little wizards.

"How old are they?" Harry asked.

The man was stunned: "One is eight years old, and the other is six years old."

Harry said, "Go on."

The man frowned and thought about what he was talking about for a while before continuing: "The witch came over and asked old Tom and John for their child. She promised them money, potions, and food."

"But you know!"

"We are not so poor that we have to sell our children."

Harry couldn't help but sneer.

This seems to be the same in every world.

The man shook his head awkwardly and continued, "Then our child disappeared. She stole it away! That must be it!"

"Evidence?" Harry asked.

The man was startled and lowered his head. “How could we see through the witch’s abilities? We just thought she did it.”

At this point, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Sir Knight, we haven't seen the witch since the child was lost. She took our child away for no reason. Whenever people in the village wanted to look for her, she would drive the beasts away."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Not killing, just driving away.

Not entirely bad at heart.

"So you want me to find your child." Harry looked at him.

The man nodded and gritted his teeth: "Kill the witch, she is too much of a threat to our village!"

"What's the reward?" Harry asked.

The man hesitated and said, "How much do you want?"

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

"Five silver pennies." The man gritted his teeth and spit out this number.

"Fifty." Harry opened his mouth and bargained hard.

The man shook his head in fear. "No, Sir Knight, we cannot afford so much."

Harry stood up and walked out of the village.

"Ten coins, how about ten pence?" the man tried to persuade him to stay.

Harry didn't stop for him.

"Fifteen, fifteen pence!" The man also crawled to his feet.

Harry slowed down his pace a little.

"Twenty-one, at most twenty-one. We are a small village, and this is the most we can come up with." The man began to really grit his teeth, "We still have to pay taxes to the lord."

Harry turned around and said, "Very good, then you guys get ready and wait for me to come back."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Of course, my lord knight, I wish you safety." He shouted out an ancient syllable, which meant "triumph and peace" in the rune language, but it had no magical effect.

Harry walked in the direction the man was pointing.

"Do you really want to help them?" When they were far away from the village, the Sorting Hat asked, "I have to remind you that people in this era are very cunning. I don't think they are good people."

"The village smells of blood," Harry said softly, "and it's still fresh. It's the smell of human blood."

The Sorting Hat shook its tip.

"Did you notice how they were dressed?" Harry asked.

The Sorting Hat was shaking.

Harry patted it. "Pay more attention. Many of them have their clothes wrong. The women are wearing jewelry they shouldn't have, and the men are wearing more or less ill-fitting, but very fine clothes."

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip thoughtfully.

"Perhaps the witch in the woods is their excuse?" Harry continued softly. "They use this to seduce passing knights or merchants, kill them, and rob them of their belongings."

This is not uncommon.

"Then why are you going?" The Sorting Hat wrinkled and twisted its head. "Isn't it dangerous?"

"That witch should not have a bad heart." Harry shook his head. "If it was a dark wizard, this village would have been gone long ago, right?"

"You use food and money to exchange for magic power for little wizards. Are you worried that those little wizards will become Obscurus?"

"Gryffindor portrait trial, and such a kind-hearted witch, who did you think of?"

The Sorting Hat's voice became cheerful: "Is it Helga? Oh, indeed, she is capable of such a thing."

"Really? I always thought Hufflepuff was a highly respected witch." Harry sighed.

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip and agreed, "She is indeed such a witch. Godric and Salazar both respect her very much."

"Is stealing children considered a noble virtue?" Harry asked it back.

The Sorting Hat was startled, and its voice became angry: "Stealing? How can you say it's stealing?"

"You're obviously saving people!"

"If the little wizard becomes an Obscurus, he will die and the village will be destroyed. Helga is just being kind."

Harry patted it gently. "So, in history, Hufflepuff ladies have done this before? If they can't kidnap the little wizard, they steal the child."

The Sorting Hat lowered its tip and made a reluctant and difficult defence.

He said vague words that were difficult to understand such as "It was saving, not stealing", "How can saving be considered stealing?", "I clearly gave the money".

The road is full of joy.

They soon reached the woods.

Harry stopped and saw a powerful magical barrier in the middle of the forest. He waved his wand and warm magic power surged out, but was resisted by the barrier. With a snap, Harry's magic power was dispersed.

Don’t want to communicate with others?

Harry was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and chanted the spell.

"Expect God to Guard!"

He spoke a few words to the patronus, injecting his own thoughts into it.

The silver-white griffin slowly walked towards the barrier. This ancient, powerful, and peaceful creature, which symbolized the highest level of white magic spells, was not resisted by the barrier and it slowly walked in.

Not long.

The magic of the barrier gradually faded, and the woods around it distorted and changed, and a large, simple greenhouse appeared in front of Harry.

A little badger patronus jumped in front of Harry and said in a pleasant voice: "My distant friend, please come in."

"Since you are here for the children of that village."