Harry picked up the pocket and stuffed it into his robes. "Thank you."

Snape sneered and said nothing.

He is very restrained.

At this moment of farewell, no one asked to deduct Gryffindor house points.

"Yen hasn't come back yet, but she asked me to tell you to be careful." Geralt said, "When you go back, take good care of me and Vesemir."

Harry smiled: "Maybe it can bring you something good."

He now doesn't know which timeline he will be in after he returns, but judging from the fact that the Wild Hunt is still looking for Ciri, it will be at least after Ciri escapes from Tirnaelia, the capital of the Ain'El, and before the Battle of Kaer Morhen.

It is very likely that you will meet Geralt from another point in time.

"I'll take you away from Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked, waving at Fawkes.

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes who fell into his hands and said, "You want to walk out on your own?"

"No, one last test," Harry said quietly, unbuttoning the other pocket and releasing Caranthias.

Snape skillfully cast the Imperius Curse again.

"Open the portal to Ciri's world," Harry ordered him.

Karanthir raised his hands blankly and chanted a spell.

With a hum, the white teleportation array opened without any restrictions.

Dumbledore looked on in amazement.

"Somewhat bad news." Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore nodded: "I didn't expect that. It is indeed a little unexpected."

Hogwarts prohibits any teleportation spells - of course, people with castle authority, such as Dumbledore or Gryffindor, or creatures with permission, such as house-elves, can still use Apparition.

Before that.

Almost everyone took it for granted that the Wild Hunt could not teleport here.

But the result...

"Different magic systems will have different results." Harry shook his head, "Albus, you better be careful."

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry took Hermione and walked through the portal.

Space is upside down.

It was like crossing the vast Milky Way in an instant, and everything turned upside down.

Almost the moment it landed.

Harry raised his hand and put on the Quin shield for himself, then raised his wand and put on armor with Hermione to protect themselves.

After stopping, they raised their heads and looked forward.

In the distance are sparse forests, hillsides, waterways, and swamps.

There seemed to be a layer of withered yellow filter in the eyes.

"Where is this place?" Harry asked Caranthias, although he already had the answer in his heart.

"This place is called Velen by people in this world." Caranthir expressed Harry's inner guess.

It is indeed so.

"Wyren?" Hermione repeated the word.

Harry took out his wand, cast a spell to put Caranthir back into his pocket, nodded and replied: "Vellen, the poorest province in Temeria, an uninhabited place where almost no one is willing to set foot."

"That sounds terrible." Hermione frowned.

Harry shook his head. "It's a lot worse than you think."

"Let's go. We need to find a village first, get some currency, and get a map and information."

"Not riding a bike?" Hermione looked at Harry walking forward and followed him, asking in confusion.

Harry lowered his head: "It's not that appropriate."

"This place is not like our world with all its bright lights and nightlife. Many villages here may not even be found in the sky."

Hermione said nothing as she cast a spell on herself.

Wilderness all around.

But human beings are unexpectedly and exceptionally tenacious creatures. Even though this place is known as a "no man's land", there are still a large number of people who live here stubbornly and hard.

Any traces of human activity cannot be hidden from the eyes of the demon hunter.

Harry soon found a path.

He conjured up a horse, and two men rode on it, and they set off along the road.

Hermione observed this world curiously. It was very different from the world she lived in. Apart from the trampled road under her feet, she could hardly see any traces of human life as she understood it. Occasionally, she could see one or two rotten corpses on the roadside. She didn't dare to look closely because she thought they looked a bit like humans, but she couldn't believe they were real.

This short journey gave her a feeling of desolation and corruption.

Wizards are not afraid to hurry.

Until dusk falls.

Hermione stuck her head out and saw traces of a village.

"Be careful." Harry slowed down his horse and turned back to warn Hermione for no reason.

Hermione was stunned.

careful?

Why didn’t you tell yourself to be careful in the wilderness just now, but now you say it?

Is the village more dangerous than the wilderness?

Khalilma walked in.

Hermione moved her ears and could hear the muffled, but exceptionally clear words coming from the village.

"Oh my god, look at that man's eyes."

“Freak!”

"Monster Hunter? Our village is not being harassed by monsters."

"Now there are monsters in our village."

These words made her heart skip a beat and her heart began to beat irregularly.

I can hear it myself, let alone Harry, whose hearing is much better than mine.

"Aren't witchers responsible for accepting commissions and exterminating monsters?" Hermione leaned her head forward and asked in a low voice.

She had heard Yennefer talk about the witcher.

Harry nodded. "Are you curious about why they do this to me? Or, why they treat the witcher like this?"

Hermione nodded: "You are obviously protecting..."

"It's the same reason why wizards are hated," Harry said softly. "This place is no different from the Middle Ages in Great Britain."

"Hermione."

"Let's abandon the preconceptions about laws and rules. In this era, these things hardly exist."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

Harry followed the smell of alcohol and found the village's pub.

He tied up the horse outside and pushed the door open with Hermione.

The degree to which the witcher was unpopular exceeded Hermione's expectations time and time again.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly froze after Harry walked in. People at table after table lowered their voices and discussed in a low voice, uttering bad words that Slytherins would hardly utter to Gryffindors, and cast resistant and hostile glances at Harry, a person they had never met before.

Harry ignored it.

He walked to the counter with ease.

"Two beers." He pulled a pea-sized piece of gold from his pocket.

The boss' eyes sparkled. He hurriedly picked up the gold and took a bite of it. "Gentleman, do you need anything else?"

"A map," Harry continued. "Who rules this land now?"

"Baron." The boss swallowed, "Why are you asking this?"

Harry whispered: "Of course, a witcher has to make money."

"The Bloody Baron?"

The boss nodded, and he turned to get drinks from the counter: "But the Baron probably doesn't need you anywhere."

Hermione stood beside Harry, looking around.

It was different from any pub she had ever known.