It often takes a lot of reasons to like someone.

We need to pick out the best one among his various qualities.

But it's easy to hate someone.

Any trait can be it.

A pair of evil-looking vertical pupils, black hair, although he is a wolf-branded demon hunter, the reputation of cat-branded demon hunters is not good, and even... he looks very good, speaks with a strange accent, and has a pleasant fragrance...

These can all be.

In a malicious environment, all the maliciousness is unprovoked.

Harry said nothing.

Hermione hugged him tight.

The sound of horse hooves clatters as they gallop into the distance.

After passing the outpost, the distance to Novigrad becomes closer.

They arrived in the afternoon of the next day.

This is a city that can be called a "pearl". Its status is almost equivalent to that of the "Fog City" to the world during the Industrial Revolution, or that of "Xinxiang" to the world after World War II.

It is the city of freedom.

A free city controlled by the Eternal Fire, which prohibits all sorcerers, non-humans, and "heretics with ulterior motives who do not believe in the Eternal Fire."

Hermione was curious about it and also a little yearning for it.

On the way here, Harry had told her about the history of Novigrad.

Epic and thrilling.

But... this city disappointed her a little.

It is an imaginary, medieval city, built of stones, like a fortress.

But it's dirty.

There was a complex smell in the air.

Of course, this is also very medieval.

Just like what the book says.

The origin and purpose of high heels were clearly displayed before him.

"How do we find him?" Hermione dismounted and followed Harry carefully.

Although Harry asked her to sit on the horse, she was unable to do so.

"Let's go find my dear uncle first." Harry said softly, "Come with me."

Novigrad.

This was not Harry's first time here. He was very familiar with this place and felt as if he was back home.

They entered the city through the Glorious Gate, passed the checkpoint, and walked straight back.

An ordinary-looking pub located in the center of the street.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

"This place is closed right now." A deep voice sounded almost the moment the door was opened. "If you want to drink, go somewhere else."

"And this isn't a place for homeless people!"

Harry smiled slightly: "Uncle Zoltan, don't you welcome me too?"

A huge head popped out, with a surprised look in his eyes: "Harry? Why are you in Novigrad?"

"Because of Ciri," Harry said softly. "What about Dandelion?"

Hermione looked over in surprise.

A very short man, almost without a neck, with a mohawk-like hairdo and a thick beard.

"Dandelion? I want to ask where he is, too." Zoltan shook his head. "Harry, you can see that this place is a mess. I left the tavern to him."

He raised his head and looked at the curious girl following behind Harry: "Oh, Harry, who is this lady?"

"Hermione, my love." Harry whispered.

Hermione blushed and nodded slightly.

"Lover?" Zoltan stared in surprise, "Oh my God, you are also looking for a lover?"

"Uncle Zoltan, don't make me sound as if I'm heartless and pure-hearted." Harry waved and turned back. "Hermione, this is Uncle Zoltan, one of Geralt's best friends and one of the elders I respect very much."

“A very reliable man.”

"If you were to pick someone other than the witchers to trust with your life, Uncle Zoltan's status would be as high as Sirius, Remus, and Professor Snape."

Hermione greeted reservedly: "Hello."

"Oh, hello." Zoltan looked at him like an elder, "Harry, you have a good eye, much better than White Wolf."

"You should be glad Yennefer isn't here," Harry said softly.

"Let her light up the tavern. It's a mess and looks annoying." Zoltan clapped his hands. "But why are you looking for Dandelion? Although he is a bard, if you ask him which girl is pretty, he will definitely give you a good answer. But if you want to find Ciri, you might as well ask Triss."

"It's not easy for White Wolf to see her, but aren't you on good terms with her?"

Harry answered, "Ciri came to Novigrad and met with Dandelion."

"Dandelion has been missing for days?"

Zoltan shook his head. "I don't know. I've only been back in Novigrad for a short time."

"You know his character. Maybe he's dating another woman. Why don't we look for him? Maybe we can find some clues."

As he spoke, he turned around and got busy.

Harry frowned, "Uncle Zoltan, there's no need to look for him."

"What do I think I know?"

Zoltan turned around and looked at him in surprise: "I know you demon hunters are good at rummaging through boxes and looking for clues, but you haven't done anything yet."

"It's a complicated situation." Harry said softly, "When this is over, we can sit down at the table and talk it over, but I'm afraid we don't have time for a long explanation right now."

"That's terrible. We need to find someone to confirm what Dandelion is doing now."

"Is he robbing Lu Wen's treasure, or has he provoked the witch hunters and is being imprisoned by the temple guards?"

Zoltan was stunned. "That sounds like something Geralt would do, not Dandelion. Harry, are you sure you're right?"

"certainly."

Harry nodded and pulled his wand out from beneath his robes.

"Now, let's tidy up here first. We haven't had hot food for a long time."

He flicked his wrist and waved it gently.

The things left behind by beggars and refugees in the house floated up, twisted in the air, and disappeared.

Things that originally belonged to the tavern returned to their original places.

Hermione pulled out her wand as well.

The stains on the floor and pillars were cleaned and the damaged areas were repaired.

A few minutes later.

The whole house looks brand new.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" Zoltan was incredulous. "Harry, when can you cast spells like a warlock?"

"And this amazing magic..."

Harry stretched out his wand, conjured up a fireplace, and lit a flame: "This is also part of the long discussion we should have at the dinner table."

"Something very strange, like a conjunction of the heavens, happened to me."

"Uncle Zoltan, you should have noticed that I have become much younger."

Zoltan looked at him and muttered, "I thought you were just in love, and were being carried around and dressed up by a little girl like Hermione, just like what Yennefer would do to Geralt. After all, it's hard to tell whether you are young or not."

"By the way, who should we go to to confirm Dandelion's whereabouts?"