Hermione waved her wand.

Their memories and cognition have been tampered with.

This group of beggars and refugees walked out in a daze and lined up.

"It's really convenient. We don't have to deal with these things anymore." Zoltan was surprised.

Hermione took a deep breath, "They won't come again."

"Not again?" Zoltan watched her chant the spell to make the broom and mop move, and the surprise in his tone did not fade.

Hermione hesitated about how to respond.

The magic of modifying memory is common sense to them.

But for the people in this world, it is not common sense, and... modifying memory does not sound like a very decent thing, even if the "Forgetfulness Spell" does not belong to black magic.

Just because of the difference in eyes, people in this world can speak bad words to a stranger.

She was very worried about the impact that would occur if she spoke out about this.

"A small magic to modify memory." Harry answered, "I don't know what Hermione changed their memories to, but since she said those people won't come back, then they really won't come back."

"That's really cool." Zoltan poked his head out, "But what about Dandelion? Wasn't he rescued?"

Priscilla frowned and looked at the two of them worriedly.

"They've been rescued," Harry replied.

Zhuoltan looked around blankly: "Did he ask you to continue to cast the invisibility spell on him? Is he going to play a joke on us?"

Priscilla tried poking around, but all she touched was air.

Harry flicked his wand: "Here he is."

The stoat flew out of the pocket, swearing and barking loudly, and swung towards Priscilla.

"Oh, my God." Priscilla hurriedly caught it. "Is this Dandelion?"

Zoltan stood on tiptoe and looked over: "You turned that damn thing into a white weasel?"

In Priscilla's hands, he stopped barking and became docile and well-behaved.

Priscilla corrected: "No, this is a stoat, which is different from a weasel."

"I think this creature would suit him perfectly," Harry replied.

Dandelion went further and rubbed Priscilla's hand, even leaning forward and trying to climb on top of her.

Priscilla was happy and didn't care at all.

"I must remind you, Miss Priscilla, he is Dandelion, not a real ferret," Harry said softly.

Priscilla reacted and grabbed the cute creature by the scruff of its neck: "You actually want to take advantage of me in this state."

The ferret turned its head and looked at Harry, chirping.

Harry raised his hand and pointed his wand.

The stoat flew back to the ground, its magic power surging, and its body twisted and returned to its original shape.

"This is such a wonderful experience!" Dandelion waved his hands with excitement, "I feel like inspiration is gushing out like a spring."

"The adventure of a white stoat traveling through the city of Novigrad!"

"To write a great epic from the perspective of a small animal that almost no one cares about."

"Thank you, Harry, for facilitating another great work by the great poet Dandelion."

Harry nodded, expressionless. "Congratulations, Dandelion, the bard who is as great as a ferret."

"But before you get too cocky about your new creation, I have to ask you a few questions."

"How many days have you been captured by the Eternal Flame?"

Dandelion frowned. "How many days? If tonight passes, it will be four days."

Four days...

Harry frowned.

One step too late.

"Are you looking for Ciri?" Dandelion asked tentatively.

Harry nodded. "It's obvious."

"I don't think you need to worry about her." Dandelion said softly, "Ciri is a big girl now. She is very strong and can wield a steel sword just like you witchers."

"She can take good care of herself."

Harry glanced at him. "If she had gotten into a playboy like you, I don't think either Geralt or I would have been worried, but you know what she got into."

"I know it's the Wild Hunt," Dandelion sighed, "but the Wild Hunt can't catch her."

"And she will definitely return to Novigrad."

Harry said, "Because of the small box given to Hawthorne II?"

"Yes." Dandelion nodded. "It seems that you have tracked it down and got it?"

Zoltan cleared his throat. "Damn you Dandelion, I have to remind you that Harry only arrived in Novigrad this afternoon."

"That thing is not important." Harry shook his head.

Dandelion frowned. "But Ciri treasures it very much. It is related to a curse."

"But Ciri didn't want to talk about the curse, and I didn't ask any more questions."

Zoltan was surprised: "Ciri is cursed?"

"She didn't." Harry shook his head before Dandelion could speak. "The one who was cursed was a friend of hers, an Ain'el elf, a great sage, and once an advisor to Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt."

"It seems... we completely missed Ciri."

"She should have run to the Misty Island by now."

Harry had always been very clear about Ciri's experience; both Geralt and Ciri had mentioned it when they were in Novigrad.

But the exact time has never been clearly stated.

but……

The only thing that is clear is that Ciri did not stay in Skellige for long. After causing a big commotion, she left in a hurry.

Maybe one day, maybe two days...

But four or five days is too long.

Moreover, even if they rode on brooms, it would take more than a day, six days, or even a week to get from Novigrad to Skellige, and they still could not catch up with Ciri.

"So Harry, you are now aware of Ciri's situation?" Zoltan asked.

Harry nodded: "She is safe now."

As he turned his head, he also spoke to Hermione: "Rest here for today. Bring Uma with you tomorrow. We have to end our short journey."

Dandelion whispered, "Harry, you haven't introduced me to this beautiful lady yet."

"Hermione, my lover." Harry looked at him and introduced briefly.

"Lover? Are you finally settled?" Dandelion was surprised.

Harry emphasized his words. "Unlike Geralt, I don't mess with so many sorceresses."

"Of course." Dandelion nodded. "It's always you who gets provoked, our handsome snake tongue master Harry."

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

Hermione poked her head in, looking curious.

After thinking for a while, she waved her wand and said, "Dandelion, you have been imprisoned for so long, you probably haven't had a good meal for a long time. What do you want to eat? I know some food magic, I should be able to make a dish that will satisfy you."

"There's nothing better than a piece of juicy roast and a glass of wine." Dandelion was not polite at all and sat down at the table. "Harry, you should come and chat too. We haven't seen each other for a long time. How are Geralt and the others?"