Priscilla is optimistic.
Losing the most important thing in life does not mean losing the meaning of life.
But her face looked haggard and her eyebrows drooped, revealing her depression.
Losing the most important thing in life means that her world lacks the brightest color.
"Open your mouth," Harry whispered.
Priscilla shook her head, she was somewhat resistant.
Dandelion had consulted many doctors and had them diagnosed, but without exception, none of them could save his voice.
There is hope, and when it cannot be accomplished, there will be disappointment.
Harry raised his hand and snapped his fingers briefly.
Priscilla raised her head uncontrollably and opened her mouth. Hermione took out her wand and chanted the spell "Lumos" to illuminate her mouth.
Harry looked at it and quickly made a diagnosis in a relaxed tone: "Destroyed by some highly corrosive substance."
"It's not a curse, nor is it magic."
“That’s easy to fix.”
Compared to simple destruction, curses and magic are more troublesome. The magic and curses in this world usually need to find a specific medium or the person who casts the curse to break them.
Priscilla looked surprised.
Dandelion clenched his fists.
Harry reached out and tapped the Sorting Hat lightly, and a bottle of potion was spit out and fell into his hand.
He handed it over: "Drink this bottle of medicine."
Priscilla took it without hesitation.
It didn't taste very good, very bitter and sour, and the burning sensation irritated the lining of her mouth, with a faint itching sensation surging.
"This doesn't feel good." Priscilla frowned, "And it's itchy."
Harry shook his head and whispered, "Don't talk. Your throat is growing again now. It will probably be healed by evening."
Priscilla closed her mouth and nodded heavily.
"Harry, I love you so much! I knew you could do it." Dandelion raised his hands and cheered, "I will definitely create a beautiful song for you, Priscilla and I will do it together."
Harry took a step back and said, "Thank you. You should confess your feelings to Miss Priscilla or other ladies."
"No, no, no, Harry, I am concentrating now." Dandelion shook his head, "I can understand you and Geralt now. There is nothing more pleasant than being with a lady you love."
Priscilla's eyes became increasingly dangerous.
Dandelion was not a good lover, but he was very good at pleasing girls. In Novigrad alone, he had more than ten, maybe twenty, or even more lovers.
He noticed something and changed the subject forcefully: "Let's talk about Geralt's marriage to Yennefer."
“Are they really ready?”
He paused for a moment, pulled a chair over, and sat down next to Priscilla. "I don't mean to offend you, but is it really necessary for a witcher and a sorceress to have a marriage contract?"
"They're going to have a baby," Harry said softly.
Dandelion was startled.
Harry repeated, "They're going to have kids."
"Oh my god, this is even more incredible than the Eternal Flame mistaking you and Hermione for dragons." Dandelion rubbed his face. "You did it?"
Harry nodded: "Some magical techniques."
“Then I must congratulate you and Geralt.” Dandelion spoke sincerely from the bottom of his heart. “In this case, the wedding is indeed necessary.”
"Half a month later? Can we make it there?"
"Don't worry." Harry nodded, "We have plenty of time."
They were chatting, and soon Zoltan downstairs closed the door and went upstairs.
As promised, Harry told them slowly, bit by bit, what he had not had time to say before.
Dandelion and Priscilla were serious, realizing that this would become a new source of creation, even more legendary than Geralt's story.
Harry also learned some things that Geralt had not said at Kaer Morhen because he was drunk.
Same as past experience.
Geralt found the Baron and solved a small problem that Harry had not solved - the aborted baby, which was made into a house fairy by Geralt using an ancient ritual.
Help the Warlocks escape from Novigrad.
Then it was off to Skellige.
The news of a giant dragon wreaking havoc in the ocean forced the already poor demon hunter to rack his brains and bleed heavily.
night.
Priscilla was finally able to speak, and her voice became as clear as ever.
But at this time, except for Harry and Hermione, the other two were no longer able to enjoy the long-lost singing, as they were already drunk and unconscious.
Three days of rest in Novigrad.
Harry took Hermione on a thorough tour of the city, and they continued on their journey to Toussaint.
This was a much longer journey, and they had to cross all of Temeria and along the border of Cintra to arrive.
It wasn't until one month's deadline that it finally arrived.
This country made Hermione's eyes light up.
It is different from any country I have ever seen before, and it is difficult to find such scenery even in my own world.
The sun is shining, and the scenery that comes into view seems to be saturated, with mountains, clouds, and tall trees on both sides of the road hanging heavy with fruits.
Her childhood imagination of the forest in fairy tales has now become the reality of her life.
They met Geralt again in Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint.
“You’re finally here.” Geralt was relieved. “Yen almost couldn’t help but let Ciri go find you.”
"The scenery along the way is very nice." Harry said softly, "This is the first time I have traveled from such a perspective."
Without any purpose, just be with the person you love and feel relaxed and comfortable.
There is even an atmosphere group.
Dandelion and Priscilla listened to Harry's stories along the way, including the stories of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and were inspired to create many poems.
It's a pity that the Sorting Hat isn't here.
It chose to stay and race, and made a grand plan with Sirius. They would travel around the world, starting from Felixstowe, passing through the North and South Poles, and finally returning to Felixstowe in two months.
"This is my first time experiencing this as well." Geralt shook his head. "She'll feel more at ease seeing Yen. She's been in a bad mood lately."
"It's a marriage after all." Dandelion laughed, "Every woman facing marriage is like this, moody..."
Priscilla coughed violently.
Dandelion shut up.
Harry asked, "Where are the others? Are they here?"
"We're all here." Geralt nodded and led the way. "Harry, if only you had come earlier. You've missed something really exciting."
"Wonderful?" Harry looked at his flamboyant, undisguised excitement.
“Vesemir met his old lover here.” Geralt smiled. “I always thought he was so serious when he was young, but it’s really surprising that he has a wonderful past with a countess.”
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