Demon hunters travel at any time, day or night.

Especially when you are chasing time.

It's dangerous at night.

There is a risk of being hit by thugs in the streets of London, let alone in a world where monsters are reborn.

But they were lucky enough not to encounter any dangerous creatures, only a group of evil spirits.

Evil ghosts are the most common type of monster.

It is a creature that looks and has a similar body shape to a house-elf, except that its ears are not as big, but are small and pointed, and hang down like horns.

They are not that dangerous.

Even a farmer with a pitchfork can deal with a single evil ghost.

but……

The trouble with evil ghosts is never their individual strength, but their numbers.

One evil ghost is not a big deal, but five evil ghosts start to give the witcher a headache. If the number reaches ten, even the witcher is at risk of losing his life.

Of course, this was nothing to Harry and Hermione.

Magic is extremely effective against these numerous but not very powerful monsters. Just one freezing spell can take care of them all.

Harry also did not forget to collect the materials from them.

Although the evil ghost is weak.

But their hearts are necessary ingredients for making white Lafada decoction - this medicine can heal wounds on the body in a short period of time.

Even if you don't need it yourself, it would be a good idea to give it to Professor Snape and let him study it.

The appearance of these creatures made Hermione feel a little more comfortable.

Sitting on the horse, feeling the cold wind blowing, she asked, "So the humanoid corpses we saw on the roadside are actually the corpses of this kind of creature?"

Harry shook his head: "Hermione, you think the world is too beautiful."

It turned out to be a human corpse.

Hermione said nothing, but held her wand tightly.

She felt that the level of danger she had imagined was still not as great as the real cruelty in this world.

Wait until the next evening.

They arrived at a village.

It seems to be located on an island in the middle of a lake, surrounded by deep river water.

"We're here," Harry said, recalling what he saw on the map.

They dismounted.

They walked into the village and followed the road on the far left until they came to a gate. A huge grid-like iron gate had fallen down, blocking their way.

In front of the door, two guards were staring at the two of them.

They looked young and unarmed, which made them less nervous.

"Stop." A guard raised his hand and said in a serious tone, "Who is it?"

Harry paused: "I want to see the Baron."

The guard raised an eyebrow: "You? Who?"

Harry looked behind him.

On the wall on the other side of the grid-like iron door, there was a missing person notice with a portrait of a young girl.

"Witcher," Harry responded. "I think your Baron is in need of it now, isn't he?"

Harry didn't hide his gaze.

The guard followed and looked back. The notice caught his eye, but he didn't turn his head back: "Open the door!"

"Sergeant A'dal, we have a witcher here who wants to see the Baron."

With a click, the iron gate rose.

"Don't cause trouble, witcher." The guard turned his head back and looked at him meaningfully.

Harry said calmly, "If you don't mess with me, I think we'll have a very pleasant experience."

Adar led the way.

Harry didn't talk to him and remained silent the whole way.

The dull sergeant led them into the most luxurious house in the whole village, up to the top floor, and brought them to a room.

"I'll let you in later." A'dar turned around and gave a warning.

Without waiting for Harry to reply, he raised his hand and knocked, then pushed the door open.

He had just walked in.

Harry followed Hermione in.

"What are you doing?" A'dar gritted his teeth. "What I said..."

Harry waved it off: "I don't have time to waste."

"Besides, when did the soldiers start learning the red tape of the nobles?"

A'dal narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Inside the room, the fat man with a big belly stood up and looked at Harry with some surprise: "Witcher?"

"I thought it would be the one with white hair who came."

Harry looked at him. "Ciri has been here?"

"Are you looking for Ciri too?" He looked at Harry warily, especially at the empty chest.

He was very sure that Harry was a witcher; his unique eyes were the best proof.

But generally speaking…

Demon hunters always hang something around their necks that shows their identity.

"You should have heard of me from Ciri, the Wolf Witcher, Harry." Harry noticed the wariness in his eyes and introduced himself.

"Harry the Snake Tongue?" The baron raised his eyebrows. "The wolf-school witcher who is always mistaken for a viper school witcher?"

"Ciri told me about you, of course, but you're much younger than she described."

Harry said calmly, "How long has Ciri been away from here?"

The Baron waved his hand.

Adar understood what he meant and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Since this is our first meeting, I have to introduce myself." The baron turned around and looked around the room. "I'm Philip Strenger, but people around here call me the Bloody Baron."

"Damn it, where's my vodka?"

Harry's tone remained calm: "How long has Ciri been gone?"

"Why don't you sit down and have a few drinks with me, and then we can talk about these things slowly?" The baron said in a light tone, and he grabbed the bottle of wine. "Ciri has lived with me for a while, and it's not something that can be explained in just a few words."

"And Velen is huge, with forests, swamps, and monsters everywhere. I want to find ..."

Harry interrupted him again: "Baron, I know what you want to say."

"You want to use Ciri's matter to blackmail me into helping you find your daughter?"

The baron was startled and put the bottle down: "As expected of a demon hunter, you are very perceptive."

"But don't say it so harshly. This is not a threat, but a commission. I am using Ciri's information to entrust you to do something for me."

Harry looked him straight in the eye. "I know a lot, Baron."

"Where is your daughter and what group is she hanging out with now?"

"Where's your wife?"

"And, did she really have a miscarriage because of your violence?"

The baron clenched his fists and looked at Harry in disbelief: "Did someone talk too much to you?"

No matter how sharp a demon hunter is, he can't be this sharp.

I haven't said anything yet...

"Really?" Harry chuckled.

"Where are Anna and Tamara?" the Baron asked.

Harry looked at him straight in the eye. "How long has Ciri been gone?"

The two of them looked at each other.

"Do you really know where they are?" the Baron asked for confirmation.

Harry whispered, "I'm a witcher, a wolf witcher."

The Baron sat back, struggling with himself.

It was hard for him to believe that a complete stranger demon hunter, whom he had never met before, could know the two biggest troubles in his heart so well during their first meeting.

But... he was Ciri's friend, Harry the Snake Whisperer.

"Well, you win, witcher." He muttered, "It's been nearly a month since Ciri left here."