The magic is stilled?

Ciri looked at Harry in surprise.

Has his magic reached this level?

No time to think about it.

She swung her sword, unleashing her own power.

Tick-tock——

Time slowed down, as if stuck in sticky mud. Except for her, no one else could move freely, not even Harry or the old witch. Only Hermione noticed that something was wrong. She turned her head slowly and with difficulty to look in Ciri's direction.

The next breath.

Time returns to normal.

Ciri appeared behind the cook and slashed at her with a sword.

Her skin and flesh were enlarged, and the sword in his hand could not penetrate her body's defense very well. It only cut a few ropes, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the fishy smell became even worse.

Whispering Po clapped her hands again.

The crows that Harry had imprisoned did not react.

The magic didn't work.

She was so angry that she grabbed the rotten hand hanging out of her breast pocket and threw it forward.

The dead body squeaked and roared after falling to the ground, and the walking corpse pounced on Harry.

The cook pulled a bottle of potion out of her pocket, laughed miserably, and threw it at her feet.

A green mist rose.

It rolled and spread towards Xili.

That was bad, a potion made to be a curse.

Harry's eyes lit up.

A very peculiar use of potions.

Ciri also sensed that the power of her blood was surging and disappearing.

Hermione raised her wand.

She took a deep breath.

"Clear water like a spring!"

A rush of water gushed out from the tip of the staff, fell on the ground, and in the blink of an eye gathered into a pool, making the ground wet.

"Are you truly kind, or are you just using this magic for fun?" the weaver woman whispered, sneering.

"Are you begging for mercy by having fun with us?"

"You will definitely die here."

They talk big.

Hermione waved her wand.

Three feet of ice!

The flowing water suddenly froze, freezing the feet of the three of them and sticking them to the ground.

In terms of magic power, Hermione is not as powerful as Harry, and is just at the level of a normal young wizard. If she outputs her magic power at all, she can also create huge transformations. However, in a battle, such a desperate move is obviously not a smart move.

time.

What Hermione was most proud of was how she used her time.

She was not a master in any field, but in terms of the breadth of knowledge, she was confident that she could rival or even surpass Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

She is nowhere near as powerful as Harry.

but……

She was sure that she knew more spells than Harry.

The old witches felt something was wrong.

Whoosh whoosh——

The dirt and gravel around them flew up, twisted into sharp pieces of iron, and scattered towards the three of them in a disorderly manner.

Control the field, attack, and finish off.

Hermione used the most wizarding and, for her, most effective fighting method.

Arrows flew through the sky.

The weaver woman reacted too quickly. She conjured up a group of crows and hid herself among them.

The boiled woman has rough skin and thick flesh.

Whispering Woman was the oldest, but she seemed to be very old and did not react in time enough, so she was pierced by the iron sheet and turned into a hedgehog.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the crows.

Flames surged up from the center and spread to the surroundings, and the pungent smell of burning feathers and flesh filled the air.

He waved to Whispering Woman.

Whoosh, she flew over quickly, unable to control her body.

Harry raised his sword and stood there, waiting without moving.

Puff——

The Whispering Woman flew over, her neck pierced by the snake bone sword.

The body continues to fly.

The head fell where it lay, two steps behind Harry.

Whispering woman is dead.

The remaining two people who had just started to mock were now filled with fear and anxiety.

The flock of crows transformed by the weavers flapped their wings and flew high.

The cook dropped the potion and also turned into a crow.

Want to escape?

Harry looked at them calmly.

But he only allowed one person to escape, especially the cook, who was not allowed to escape.

The wand flicked.

A tree in the forest transformed into a giant hand, grabbed the crow that Zhupo had transformed into, held it tightly, pulled it down from the air, and then threw it heavily to the ground.

The weaver-like crow screamed in fear and flew faster.

Harry ignored him and walked straight to the cook: "Don't you want to change back to human form?"

"Do you still want to humiliate me?" The cook turned back to her ugly appearance, her face covered by the wicker basket and could not be seen clearly, but her whole body was filled with an aura of extreme disgust and hatred.

Wand raised.

The wicker basket on her face dissolved.

A face was revealed, as bloated as her body, with the skin peeled off and strips of flesh and blood spreading out.

His eyes were gray and didn't look like normal, healthy eyes, but at least they were there.

Capture the mind and thoughts.

Harry looked at her and ruthlessly forced his way into her memory, from the time she was born to before she was killed by him.

That is a long memory.

Harry was somewhat surprised by the old witch's origins.

She was originally a kind village witch, staying away from the villagers but living in symbiosis with them, exchanging herbs for treating diseases for resources needed for life and research.

but……

Good people are destined to live a short time in this world.

Her home was suddenly broken into, a group of villagers bullied her and tied her up, and a fire was set to destroy the evidence and all traces of her existence.

The Lady of the Woods used magic to resurrect them and made them look like this now.

Harry didn't care about that.

But these are closely related to the potion recipes she created.

He searched slowly, bit by bit.

From time to time, I would pull out a silver thread of thought and put it into the bottle.

"Harry, what is this?" Ciri asked in confusion, frowning as she walked over to Hermione.

Hermione distanced herself a little, "I'm searching her memory. She must have found the potions she used very interesting. She plans to take them back and teach them to Professor Snape, our former Potions Professor. He has a complicated relationship with Harry. We can talk about it slowly after we get back."

Ciri still frowned: "A kind of dark magic?"

Hermione looked at her in surprise: "No, why would you think so."

"In our world, this is a forbidden spell, but it is not dark magic."

Ciri nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is."

"I noticed that you seemed to have sensed that I used the power of the Ancient Blood just now?"

Hermione nodded.

"How did you detect it?" Ciri asked. She had the blood of the ancients, but she had not developed the power of this blood very well. Of course, although her progress was small, it was a power that controlled time and space after all, and it could almost be said to be the greatest power in the world.

Hermione is excellent.

But she is not yet that strong.

"In order to be able to stand here now, I have been using a prop called a time converter." Hermione explained simply, "It allows me to have more time to study. I often deal with time, and I am somewhat sensitive to this aura."

Ciri nodded.

The Baron and the children came over in a panic: "Ciri, and the witcher!"