"Who's talking?" Dandelion swallowed nervously, his voice trembling.

"you guess?"

He was answered with vague and ambiguous words, and along with these words, the cell door creaked open.

Just a stone's throw away.

The prison door was clearly before my eyes, and I had been looking forward to something like this.

But my body felt like it had been lying on a straw mat for too long and had taken root.

I can't move, and I dare not move.

And this sentence...

Guess?

Dandelion recalled quickly and seriously that he and Geralt had been through life and death together and had seen many monsters, some of which were invisible, could speak human language, and had strong intelligence.

Either way, it represents great danger.

He frowned in thought.

But what flashed through my mind one after another were all kinds of women.

From Oxenburg, to Toussaint, to Novigrad.

He was surprised. When did he attract so many people?

"Your mind is full of women's names?" the voice sounded again.

Dandelion was startled and looked up in surprise.

He heard it!

There was more sarcasm than malice in this sentence. The tension and fear in his body faded away instantly, and his IQ regained its upper hand, allowing him to identify the owner of the voice.

"Harry?" he lowered his voice.

"I'm glad you remembered me." Harry waved his wand and the Invisibility Cloak fell off, revealing him and Hermione.

"My old friend, I am glad to see you." Dandelion rose from the grass with dignity, shaking off the weeds and bugs on his body. He spoke in a staccato tone to maintain his demeanor, "What brings you to Novigrad?"

Harry whispered, "A wind called Dandelion that was caught."

"Harry, I've already made an escape plan." Dandelion pinched his waist, "If you hadn't come here suddenly..."

Harry snapped his fingers.

With a clang, the cell door was closed again. "Then, let me admire Master Dandelion's escape plan?"

There was some silence in the air.

Hermione eyed him curiously.

This kind of person can emerge from the mud and still maintain his elegance.

Moreover...his stubborn and strong appearance in desperate situation reminded her of someone.

It really looks like it.

"Harry, you've changed." Dandelion, "I remember you weren't so vicious before."

Harry whispered, "I am gentle with everyone else, but Dandelion, my dear friend, you are the most special one."

"Okay, let's talk about this when we get back."

Dandelion said excitedly, "So how do we escape? From the densely packed guards of Temple Island..."

"That's easy," Harry interrupted. "But before that."

He raised his wand and pointed it at him.

Cleaned up.

His clothes, hair, and hat were all covered with a circle of foam, which disappeared after a moment, leaving them neat and tidy.

"The demon hunter's new sigil?" Dandelion held his hat in surprise.

"Some little tricks I learned for other reasons." Harry shook his head. "We'll talk about it slowly when we have time. Be mentally prepared for what's next."

Dandelion was stunned.

What is the psychological preparation?

Do we really have to fight our way out of the Temple Island?

Harry chanted the spell again.

Dandelion cried out, his body twisted and swirled like a whirlpool, and he turned into a palm-sized ferret, chirping and standing there blankly, looking a little overwhelmed.

Wand a little.

Dandelion's ferret form flew up and landed in the pocket.

"Next, try to control your urge to speak." Harry raised his hand and tapped his head.

The ferret chirped twice, then found itself unable to speak. It sighed, placed its head on the cloth, and peered out to look at the world.

It is a very novel thing to observe the world from the perspective of small animals.

They put on their invisibility cloak again.

certainly……

There was no rush to leave.

Dandelion's troubles have not been completely resolved, and he is still a prisoner of the Eternal Fire.

A prisoner suddenly disappears.

Then, he appeared in Novigrad safely, even if he ran out of the city and went to other countries on the continent.

As long as the Eternal Fire knew, for the sake of what they called "justice" or to maintain their dignity, they would only hunt this "innocent" bard more fiercely.

So, solve the problem from the root.

Harry and the others found the bishop's room.

Modify his memory.

In the bishop's memory, he had privately interrogated Dandelion and confirmed that he was an innocent man. The simple bard became the target of the gangster leaders in the city because of his adventures and stories.

However, this matter was not a very glamorous thing for the Eternal Flame, so he secretly let Dandelion go.

Wait till you finish all this.

Harry opened a window in the Bishop's room.

They left the castle just as they had left the tavern.

Flying in the night.

the stoat screamed in surprise.

Harry even did a few tricks, which scared the hell out of him.

They landed and returned to the Vanilla Tavern.

Zoltan had returned and was shouting in anger in the house: "You bastards, I was gone for less than two hours and you came back in and pried open my new lock!"

"Get out of here!"

"This place is not for you guys."

"If you come over here again, I will break your dog legs, shove them in through your ass and out through your throat!"

Harry removed the Disillusionment Charm for himself and Hermione and walked in.

In the hotel, a large group of vagrants and ruffians were staring at Zoltan with a fierce look in their eyes. Under him, they were stepping on several beggars who were screaming in pain.

Priscilla held her lute and hid behind Zoltan.

"Uncle Zoltan." Harry called him softly.

"Harry, you're back so soon?" Zoltan was a little surprised.

Harry nodded and looked at the beggar: "Get out of here."

The demon hunter's vertical pupils look even colder in the dark night.

"You freak..." a beggar cursed.

But he didn't finish his scolding.

Hermione drew her wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red light flashed, and it hit the man, who slammed heavily against the wall with a thud.

"Hanging fuchsia!"

With a flick of the wand and another spell, a person floated upside down out of thin air.

"Everyone is petrified!"

A person froze and stood there stupidly, not moving an inch.

She let out a long breath and stared at the group of people fiercely: "So, can you understand what people say now?"

Whipping these people with spells was something she had wanted to do for a long time.

Maybe……

Harry was used to these people cursing him like this, but Hermione was not used to it at all. From the first village she saw, she had been holding a grudge in her heart.

"Warlock, she is a sorceress." A beggar said in a horrified voice.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Forget everything!" A milky white spell shot out and landed on the man's head.

After beating them up, I must not forget to modify their memories.