Chapter 139 Helga Hufflepuff (Third update~)

"It seems that that beast is a big threat to you?" Harry stared at their faces, "Do you need my help?"

"But your horse is dead." A young man laughed, "A knight who can't even protect his own mount."

Harry waved his hand: "Really, but that beast didn't cause any harm to me."

He stretched out his hand generously: "Look, do I look embarrassed?"

The men looked at it.

The armors were full of battle marks, some were new and some were old. They had seen many knights, but they had never seen any knight who could possess such a skillful armor.

The shoes are clean, and there isn't even much dust on them.

Hair is neatly styled.

those eyes

The man finally noticed this and couldn't help but scream.

"Perhaps the witch in the woods is their excuse?" Harry continued softly, "They use this to seduce passing knights or merchants, kill them, and plunder their belongings."

"But you know it!"

The man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Of course, Sir Knight, I wish you safety." He shouted an ancient syllable, which means "triumph and peace" in rune writing, but it did not have any magical effect.

The men don't trust him.

This is the magic riot of the little wizard.

The Sorting Hat nodded the tip of its hat and echoed: "She is indeed such a witch. Godric and Salazar both respect her."

"Ten, what do you think of ten pennies?" the man tried to persuade him to keep.

The Sorting Hat's voice became cheerful: "Is it Helga? Oh, indeed, she can do such a thing."

The man nodded and gritted his teeth: "Kill that witch, she is too great a threat to our village!"

"Obviously I'm saving people!"

The man continued.

"How old are they?" Harry asked.

Harry nodded.

The man shook his head and continued: "Then our child disappeared and was stolen by her! It must be like this!"

Harry made a quick decision.

"So you want me to find your child." Harry looked at him.

"If the little wizard becomes Obscurus, the little wizard will die and the village will be destroyed. Helga has good intentions."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

The Sorting Hat was startled, and his voice became angry: "Stealing, how can you call it stealing?"

Harry slowed down a little.

"Are you really not one of those aliens?" A person asked tremblingly.

The man was stunned: "One is eight years old and the other is six years old."

"I can solve your troubles, but I need to be paid."

He quickly changed his words: "We do have some troubles. If you can help solve it, we can pay you a very generous reward."

The silver-white griffon slowly walked toward the barrier. This ancient, powerful, peaceful, and symbolizing the highest level of white magic spell creation was not resisted by the barrier. It slowly walked in.

The men looked at Harry suspiciously. The most difficult thing for them to accept was Harry's strange eyes, which were like those of a cat. This strange feeling made them feel uneasy.

Not killing, just driving away.

Having said this, he suddenly raised his head: "Sir Knight, we haven't seen the witch since the child was lost. She just snatched our child away for no reason. People in the village want to find her. , they will all be driven away by her wild beasts.”

"Gryffindor's portrait trial, and such a kind-hearted witch, who did you think of?"

"Fifteen, fifteen pence!" The man also crawled to his feet.

He vaguely said some obscure words such as "Is it saving, not stealing", "How can saving be considered stealing?", "I clearly gave him money", etc.

The road is full of joy.

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip: thoughtfully.

"Twenty-one, at most twenty-one. As a small village, this is the most we can get together." The man began to grit his teeth, "We still have to pay the lord's tax."

"Tell me what it is." Harry waved his hand.

Harry got up and walked towards the outside of the village.

He spoke a few words to the patron saint and injected his own thoughts into it.

"The little wizards who use food and money in exchange for magical riots are worried that those little wizards will become Obscurus, right?"

The man hesitated and said, "How many do you want?"

The man was startled and buried his head: "How could we be able to see through the witch's abilities? We just think she did it."

The man sat down on the floor in front of Harry: "You know, wizards always bring bad luck."

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

"Do you really want to help them?" The Sorting Hat asked after they were far away from the village. "I have to remind you that people in this era are very cunning. I don't think they are good people."

Harry didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Fortunately, he sat down on the stone, took out a bottle of milk from the Sorting Hat, and drank it leisurely.

The young man pointed his pitchfork at Harry.

"Are you an alien, a wizard?" They raised their pitchforks high, their voices excited and angry, "Are you coming to steal our children again?"

Not entirely bad-hearted.

"The village smells of blood." Harry said softly, "It's still very fresh. It smells like human blood."

"But she has only lived in that forest for a month, and strange things happened in the village!"

Harry raised his hand and said, "Keep talking."

"Have you ever seen a wizard use this thing?" Harry pulled out the snake bone sword. The dark white sword was filled with a chill that was rare for ordinary steel swords. "Or do you want to try it yourself?"

"Our life has been very good before, although sometimes there are some minor troubles. There is no doctor, and the mill sometimes does not work. The lord rarely sends people to care about our small village on the edge of the Black Forest."

"Fifty." Harry opened his mouth and started bargaining.

Such familiar curse words, I haven't heard them again for several years, they are so kind.

Harry walked in the direction the man pointed.

The men called the women over and discussed for a long time. Finally, they recommended one person and walked up to Harry. He was not young, almost forty years old. He had many scars on his face and hands, left by bears and wolves.

, one leg is lame, but he can still walk with ease, and the other foot is wearing a deerskin boot that doesn't seem to fit well.

"Well, I always thought Hufflepuff was a highly respected witch." Harry sighed with emotion.

"That witch will exchange some potions and food for some resources from us. Oh my God, we really thought she was a good person at first."

"We are not so poor that we have to sell our children."

Harry turned back: "Very good, then get ready and wait for me to come back."

Harry tried to be as gentle as possible: "I heard you say 'again'. It seems that you have lost your child more than once? Tell me?"

Harry was stunned.

Harry couldn't help but sneer.

Harry nodded: "Of course, I can."

The Sorting Hat lowered its tip and began to argue reluctantly and with difficulty.

"Five silver pennies." The man gritted his teeth and spit out this number.

The Sorting Hat shook its tip.

The man frowned and struggled for a while. He thought for a while about what he had said before continuing: "The witch came over and asked Old Tom and John for their children, money, medicine, and food. She promised them all.

Come out."

They quickly walked into the woods.

"Is stealing a child considered virtuous?" Harry asked it in return.

This seems to be the same in every world.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Harry patted it gently: "So in history, Ms. Hufflepuff has done this kind of thing, right? If she couldn't abduct the little wizard, she would steal the child."

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To be continued...