Sing along with the scenery.

Sirens are ferocious, but even the demon hunters who hate them the most have to admit that their entire race are natural singers.

The bait they use for hunting is their beautiful appearance when they turn into humans, and their psychic and sweet singing.

The siren had just raised its head and the sound had just come out of its mouth.

The harp bumped gently against her back.

She looked back sadly, picked up the harp reluctantly and plucked it gently. After she became familiar with the tune, the chaotic sound became pleasant and melodious, along with the sea breeze.

Crisp, ethereal, and as deep as the ocean.

Hermione held her head.

Occasionally look at the sea, occasionally look at the clouds, the ocean and the clouds are very close, within reach, including Harry, who is also very close to me.

That’s great…

If only it could continue like this.

But she knew that she couldn't be willful now. They were responsible for the fate of two worlds. She was already satisfied to take a break from her busy schedule and have such a brief enjoyment on this journey. They were still young and there was plenty of time in the future.

Without these things, wouldn't it be difficult to enjoy this kind of experience in Hogwarts?

She has a good attitude.

Time flows in the notes like a stream, and seems to be moving very slowly.

But it's just a feeling.

The boat floated automatically and gradually sailed into a sea area covered with thick fog.

"Here we are," Harry said softly, picking up the bottle.

The white light inside became more intense and moved towards the depths of the fog.

He uncorked the bottle.

The ball of light flew out and floated forward.

A wave of the magic wand.

A golden thread emerged from the sail and united with the light.

This is a real sea.

Thick fog and reefs.

Many Skellige ships had mistakenly entered here, and the place was filled with sunken ships, some very new, only one or two months old, some very old, several years old, with traces so old that Harry couldn't tell exactly how long they had been sunk.

The siren's song became low and plaintive.

Like a thick fog with a hint of gray.

Countless sirens lingered on top of the sailboat. They had set their sights on their prey, but when they heard the singing of their companions on the boat, they flew away reluctantly after a while.

They had been docked at the abandoned ferry and had not been attacked by the sirens again.

"You can go now." Harry waved his wand and released the binding spell on the Siren.

The siren hugged the harp, bared its teeth at Harry, and flapped its wings to escape.

The ball of light continued to float forward.

Harry and Hermione followed.

The fog on the island was still heavy and unusually quiet.

"Be careful!" Harry suddenly spoke when they were halfway there, waving his wand.

Armor protects you!

The spell was chanted and fell on Hermione.

Almost instantly, a pair of sharp claws grabbed from the mist, scratched towards Hermione, and hit the invisible armor with a clang.

Fainted!

Hermione's reaction was not as fast as Harry's. After all, she was just an ordinary person and did not have the extremely sharp senses of a witcher. But she did not panic after being attacked. She drew her wand and before she could even see clearly what was attacking her, she finished reciting a spell and fired it, hitting the monster.

Its body was unexpectedly light, and even a spell like the Stun Spell could send it flying, causing it to fall heavily to the ground in an arc.

Harry drew his sword, rushed forward to make the final move, and chopped off the head.

Hermione leaned closer.

Only then did I see the monster's appearance clearly. It was somewhat similar to the evil ghost I encountered before, but its chin was not as big, its ears were bigger and pointed upwards, and it also had a pair of claws that were as sharp as knives, which were different from others.

"What is this?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry dissect it skillfully.

Harry replied, "Little mist demon."

"A very difficult creature. Every demon hunter who has just started his journey is most worried about encountering this monster."

This kind of creature exists wherever there is fog.

Unlike other monsters, the little fog monster has the power to manipulate fog.

They usually hide in the fog, in a depressing and dull atmosphere, suddenly appear from behind, scratch their prey with a claw, and then disappear, repeating this process until they drive their prey crazy, drown it in the swamp, or kill it.

Of all prey.

The little mist elf was once ranked at the top of Harry's list of monsters he least wanted to meet. Even if he had to face off against an ancient leprechaun, he didn't want to meet a little mist elf.

Of course, things are different now.

Collect the materials and put them into the hat.

Harry and the others continued to follow the ball of light, going up along the winding mountain road, and finally the ball of light stopped in front of a fine, brand new house made of stone and wood.

"Ciri is in here?" Hermione tilted her head and waved her wand.

A stone at the door turned into an adult frame and I raised my hand and pushed it.

The door didn't move at all, and the stone man was pushed by the recoil and staggered back a few steps.

"The door is locked." Hermione waved her wand again, "No trace of curse detected."

Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Ciri, are you in there?"

"Open the door, it's me."

There was no response from inside the door.

Harry knocked on the door again.

Still no response.

"No one?" Hermione asked nervously.

Harry shook his head. The witcher sensed that there was heavy breathing coming from the crack of the door. He continued to knock on the door: "Is anyone inside? Answer me."

Hermione met his eyes, nodded, and waved her wand.

A whirlwind swept across.

A strong wind blew in from under the door.

Then, he pointed at the Sorting Hat.

A rope came out. This was a prank prop that George and Fred were researching. It could peek into what was happening behind the door. It followed the wind and went into the door.

"Oh!" The person in the door seemed to be surprised by the sudden wind and couldn't help but exclaim.

Harry lowered his voice and said, "Open the door."

"Who are you and what do you want?" There was a crisp knock on the head sound coming from the door, accompanied by a suppressed and dull male voice.

"Witcher," Harry went on. "Look for a young woman with grey hair and a scar on her face."

The man's tone became somewhat disgusted: "Oh, get out of here."

Hermione lowered her voice and took back her path: "There are four dwarves in the door. They are armed, but they don't look very dangerous."

dwarf.

Geralt did not describe in detail what happened on the Misty Island. In fact, after welcoming Ciri back, they had to prepare for the battle with the Wild Hunt without stopping. Geralt did not have time to explain these relatively unimportant things in detail.

Harry didn't know either.

but……

Since he is a dwarf.

Harry looked at Hermione and their eyes met.

Hermione raised her wand.

Ahola hole open!

With a click, the door lock opened.

Harry raised his foot and kicked the door open. The four dwarfs blocking the door had not expected the door to be broken so suddenly and so quickly.

Two whooshes——

Four ropes emerged from the Sorting Hat and tied the four dwarves up tightly before they could grab their weapons.

Two men broke into the house.

Look around.

A gray-haired, lifeless woman was lying on the bed opposite the door.

Demon Hunter's perception.

No breathing, no heartbeat.