They all looked over there.

Only the Baron stared at the hat: "Anna, she... there is someone else inside."

"Don't worry, there's plenty of space inside." Harry said softly, pointing his wand at the children. "Although this hat looks a bit shabby, it can protect Anna's safety."

The Sorting Hat is a legendary item.

It has been in operation for over a thousand years.

When it was born, four of the greatest wizards cast a spell on it, and in the long years it has been around, every Hogwarts headmaster has maintained it. There may be a headmaster like Phineas Black who is not very popular with students, but there is no doubt that he is powerful.

The Baron stared at the hat, doubting what Harry said.

but……

Although the demon hunter spoke very impolitely, his words were undoubtedly correct.

"Really?" the Baron asked again.

Harry didn't answer him and continued to cast spells on the children.

They are naive, but not stupid.

Harry's attitude and Anna's attitude are enough to explain a lot.

The children who disappeared in the swamps and forests, were they lost, or were they destined to meet another fate...

They all know it very well.

They all held their heads and cried bitterly.

"Take the children and get out of the way." Harry said to the Baron after the last defensive spell fell on the children.

The baron was startled. He placed one hand on the sword and pointed at himself with the other hand, looking a little incredulous: "Me? Why me?"

He is a warrior!

Besides, isn't it women who should be responsible for taking care of children?

His eyes turned and fell on Ciri.

Oh...she can't.

He had seen Ciri's strength. Although this little girl had only begun to master the power of the ancient blood, her strength should not be underestimated. She had once saved him from the attack of a petrified chicken snake.

Then he shifted his gaze to Hermione.

This little girl looks so delicate and weak, she should...

"Hermione is better than you," Harry said softly, "She's a very good witch."

"Remember what I showed you?"

"So can she."

The Baron opened his mouth, and finally sighed, lowered his hand from his sword, and held out his hand to the children: "Come on, children, I will take you out of hiding."

"There will be a war here soon."

The children followed the Baron, crying.

In that house, the noise gradually died down.

A gray mist surged out.

Before Hermione could wave her wand to disperse the sudden, strange and weird fog again.

Three people quietly emerged from the mist.

A thin, hunched man wearing a pointed hat.

A bloated, giant-like figure, with his entire head covered by a bamboo basket from the front, and his body bound with tortoise shells and ropes that were embedded in his flesh.

The last one was tall and big, but there was a bag on his belly, and there seemed to be a corpse inside.

No matter what they look like, there is one thing in common.

They seemed to have no skin, with flesh and blood exposed, and a swarm of flies swarmed around them.

"Anna has disappeared," said the tallest of the witches, the eldest sister, Whispering Woman. "We thought she had escaped."

"It seems that you were the ones who did it?"

The fattest of them, the old witch who cooked, said greedily, "Welcome back, Ancient Blood. I miss the taste so much."

"I knew you would come back." The remaining weaver in a pointed hat stared straight at Ciri, "Our destinies have long been intertwined."

Harry looked at Ciri in surprise: "You can do that to them?"

"Harry!" Ciri called his name fiercely.

Hermione was puzzled.

Why can't I do it?

The three of them didn't look unpleasant. In fact, their looks were the kind that would make people feel disgusted at first sight.

Dirty, ugly, bloody...

People always feel sorry for cute and beautiful creatures, but not for such ugly things.

etc……

Take action?

I'm afraid it's not the kind of approach I understand.

She looked up, at Ciri, then at Harry.

Harry nodded. "It's what you think."

Hermione moved quietly, moving closer to Harry.

She was a little worried about Ciri's appearance. Would Harry...

Wrong, all wrong.

Instead of worrying about Harry, you should worry more about yourself.

Shiri wanted to say something else.

Whispering Woman said, "A handsome man, a beautiful woman, and the blood of the ancients. Is this the reason you came to see us?"

"He does have some skills." The weaver looked around. "Anna is gone."

"I can't feel her fate."

Whispering Woman shook her head: "She can't escape, just like the Ancient Blood, she can't escape."

She raised her hand and made a quick stroke on the palm of her other hand.

But nothing happened.

It was quiet in the Sorting Hat.

"It's no use." Harry looked at them. "Call out Imlerith."

The Whispering Woman tilted her head: "Your target is Ilerith?"

"Walk into a trap!"

"Isn't the Ancient Blood fleeing from the Wild Hunt?"

The three of them were talking to each other.

The whispering woman's voice became fierce: "We can't let Imlerith know about you!"

"He won't let us get the ancient blood." Zhupo's tone was still greedy.

Harry whispered, "Then stop talking nonsense."

He reached into the Sorting Hat and pulled out the snake bone sword.

Whispering Po raised her hand: "You will regret it."

"We will enjoy you, Demon Hunter, and then we will..."

This time, Hermione reacted quickly and almost immediately heard the charming and teasing tone hidden in the words of this inhuman monster.

Fainted!

She shot a spell at the person who spoke.

Quack——

A crow appeared out of nowhere, blocking the red light, and fell straight to the ground before it could even flap its wings a few times.

"Strange magic." The whispering woman said with a hint of laughter in her voice, "But it only causes coma?"

"It's soft and has no lethality."

The weaver woman's figure suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly appeared behind Hermione.

Armor protects you!

Harry cast a spell with one hand and stabbed with the sword again.

The weaver's hand was pierced.

But she seemed to feel no pain, and with a "swish", she pulled out her arm and grabbed Hermione's hair.

Hermione waved her wand.

Her robe rustled, and a huge lion appeared from behind and pounced on the weaver woman, aiming its bloody mouth at her head and biting it hard.

Click——

Bit nothing.

The weaver lady disappeared again.

Whispering Po raised her hand.

Flocks of crows gathered in the sky, dark clouds destroyed the city, and patches of blood-red light gathered among the crows, emitting a strong, disgusting and foul smell.

It rolled in and hit them like a wave.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it lightly forward.

The crows in the sky just stopped and didn't move at all. Only sporadic blood energy diffused out, but it was to no avail.