Several dwarves struggled and yelled.

"What do you want to do, Demon Hunter?"

"Damn it, let us go."

The noise is giving me a headache.

Hermione waved her wand and their mouths opened and closed, but no more sound came out.

She frowned and looked at Harry uneasily, her peripheral vision paying attention to the naked woman.

Dead.

No need for witcher senses, no further inspection.

She could tell that the woman was dead and had no life.

"She's Ciri?" Hermione asked, "I don't think so."

She stared into Harry's eyes, unable to see any emotion, not even she could tell anything.

The words that came out of his mouth carried a hint of luck.

Hair, looks, description...

All fit the description perfectly: "a young, gray-haired woman with a scar on her face."

I don't have any special feelings towards Ciri and Hermione.

I know that she is like a daughter to Yennefer and Geralt, and like a sister to Harry.

She was worried about Harry's condition.

A person who had been searched for a long time and was of vital importance, after searching across two worlds and without sleep, only to find a corpse in the end.

"She's Ciri." Harry started, his voice was soft and hoarse.

Hermione didn't know what to say, she grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"It looks like she's dead, but maybe this is a way to escape the Wild Hunt." Harry said, his voice firm and self-comforting. "Go back to Avallac'h, he should know something."

At the first sight, panic and fear inevitably arise.

Death is hard to deceive.

But why?

It was obvious that in his previous timeline, Geralt took Ciri back.

Butterfly effect?

Or some weird effect?

What irreparable consequences will the confusion of the timeline bring?

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed Hermione's hand.

Hermione was surprised, she was surprised at the temperature of Harry's palm - she had never felt Harry's hand be so cold, but without hesitation, she immediately held it back, both hands together.

"And I don't sense the breath of death on her." Holding Hermione's hand, the warmth from her palm gave him some strength to continue speaking. "You know, I've been to the underworld and felt the breath of death, but she doesn't have that."

Hermione said nothing, but held his hand tightly and moved closer to him.

"No matter what, we have to take it back." Harry raised his hand and waved his wand.

He recited the levitation spell cleanly and clearly.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Ciri floated up and was about to fly into the Sorting Hat.

The ball of white light flew towards Ciri and merged into her forehead.

The breath gradually returned.

The heartbeat gradually began to beat faster.

Harry looked surprised, breathed a sigh of relief, and regained his strength. He clasped hands with Hermione and said, "It looks like the elves' strange magic."

"The life force has been sealed."

Can hide from the eyes of the demon hunter.

He waved his wand and Ciri fell back to the ground.

She just woke up, opened her eyes, and saw two people at the door: "Harry, and this..."

"My lover." Harry raised his hand and took Hermione's hand. "The first time I met her, she was Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Ciri's eyes lit up: "Lover!"

"It's been a long time since we last met. It seems like a lot of interesting things have happened to you."

Harry nodded. "It is indeed very interesting."

He raised his wand, lit a fire in the fireplace, and conjured up two chairs, one for him and one for Hermione, with Ciri sitting on the middle.

“Is this the magic from your world?” Ciri asked with interest.

"Didn't you see that when you met Merlin?" Harry asked her.

Ciri shook her head: "At that time, the magic in your world was not mature enough, and casting spells required chanting long and long passages of chanting."

“It’s not nearly as convenient.”

Hermione took out tea and dessert from the Sorting Hat, conjured up a table, and closed the door to prevent the cold wind outside from coming in.

"Were you preparing for this when you returned to Old Britain?" Harry inquired.

Xili nodded, poured out the tea, and nodded in thanks: "Yes, you can hardly imagine, a character who lived in my bedtime story when I was a child suddenly appeared in front of me, what kind of surprise is this."

There is an age difference between Ciri and Harry, more than ten years apart.

After she was brought back to Kaer Morhen by Geralt.

As the youngest and closest to the children, Harry naturally also has a responsibility to take care of them.

So he brought out some stories from his own world.

There are also stories like King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, the wizard Merlin, and of course the Three Little Pigs.

She took a sip of the black tea and said in surprise: "Oh my God, not only magic, but also the taste of food has evolved a lot."

"No, I don't think anything has changed." Harry shook his head expressionlessly. "The tea is from Sri Lanka, the desserts are from France, and except for Hermione and me, nothing else is from Great Britain."

"That's terrible news." Ciri sighed.

She continued, "Especially after I met Merlin and Pendragon, I was even more certain that that was your world, Harry."

“Many things that puzzled me suddenly had answers.”

"Why do you have so many wonderful powers? Why do you learn the seals so quickly and why do you have such powerful power in your hands?"

"At that time, I was actually most concerned about Geralt and Yennefer."

"Merlin told me that the Golden Apple Island has the power to resurrect Geralt and Yennefer, but... I have signed a vow with Lillian and cannot enter the Golden Apple Island again."

"As for Merlin, although he could get in, he was kicked out a long time ago. For some special reasons, he couldn't get in either, and the others didn't have that ability."

At this point, Ciri took another sip of black tea, picked up a macaron, swallowed it, and continued, "So I tried to use some of the power of the ancient blood to predict the future related to you, Harry, and asked Merlin to help build a garden in that forest and leave some traces."

"Harry, you will definitely find the clues and revive Geralt and Yennefer."

"What was the result?"

Harry nodded and smiled: "Geralt and Yennefer are doing well now, alive and well."

"That's good." Ciri looked at the teapot happily.

Hermione waved her wand and gave her another refill.

“Thank you.” Ciri nodded and tilted her head. “But how did you get to this world? Have wizards developed magic to travel through worlds?”

Harry shook his head: "Actually, we caught someone."

He's on the Sorting Hat a little bit.

A person floated out.

The dwarves were horrified.

Ciri also exclaimed: "Karanthir, you caught him?"

Of course she knew this man.