Witcher at Hogwarts

Reznov seemed to no longer want to discuss this topic. He kept changing the topic and led Ethan and Tonks towards a slightly larger house with smoke coming out of the chimney.

As we got closer to the village, the road conditions got worse. There were a lot of feces of large livestock on the muddy road. The feces soaked in the muddy water on the roadside, exuding a suffocating stench.

The two of them carefully avoided the feces on the road and looked for a slightly cleaner land that they could step on on the muddy road.

On the way, Ethan kept observing everything around him. There were very few pedestrians on the street, and most of them were wearing dirty, tattered coarse cloth clothes that seemed to be from the last century.

The villagers all looked thin and disheveled. When the three of them passed by, the villagers who were still hanging out at the door quickly grabbed their children playing on the street and ran home.

Then he quickly closed the door to his home, leaving only a pair of alert eyes behind the window. Occasionally, a dog barked from inside the house, but it was quickly stopped by the owner.

At this moment, Ethan had the feeling of dreaming back to Willen.

In the world he used to live in, demon hunters would often be treated this way when they entered the village, which made Ethan feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Believe me, they didn't do this to you on purpose. We have suffered too much over the years, and these monsters have done us a lot of harm!" Reznov sighed to Ethan.

Then Reznov felt that he had let something slip, and he closed his mouth with a somewhat ugly look on his face and stopped talking.

Fortunately, the three of them had already reached the house. Reznov couldn't wait to push open the door and welcomed Ethan and Tonks into the house.

"This is Aunt Oni's tavern. You must have been cold and hungry all the way to the village. Come and have some hot food! The village will pay for it!" Reznov said enthusiastically.

"Oni! We have a guest! Bring us your order quickly!" Reznov then shouted into the room.

After entering the house, Ethan noticed that this was a dilapidated pub, dirty, much dirtier than the Leaky Cauldron.

The benches and tables in the room were dirty, with a sheen of oil on them, and they looked like they had been repaired many times.

Even so, the tables and benches still don't match, and several wine tables don't even have benches under them.

"Coming! Coming!" Two high-pitched female voices came from the room.

Then a typical Slavic aunt with a plump face and a red face, with a waist as big as a bucket, appeared in front of everyone.

The aunt had a smile on her face, but after seeing the two outsiders, Ethan and Tonks, she quickly retracted her smile.

"Reznov, who are these two?" Aunt Oni asked cautiously.

"They are what everyone has been saying, the demon hunting experts invited by Sir Sapkov!" Reznov enthusiastically introduced to Aunt Oni.

Aunt Aoni quickly put on an enthusiastic expression.

"Thank you! You must be very tired after coming all the way to help us. Come in quickly!" Aunt Oni greeted warmly.

The three of them chose a table that looked a little cleaner and sat down.

"Your gun is very interesting." Ethan said to Reznov.

"Yes!" Reznov was obviously very satisfied with the gun and said with a proud look on his face.

"Do you want to see it?" Reznov took the gun off his back and showed it to Ethan.

When Ethan got closer, he realized how extraordinary and terrifying this gun was. To be precise, this gun was more like a cannon because it was an elephant hunting gun.

The 33.7mm caliber shotgun represents its fierce and terrifying destructive power, and the bullet alone weighs half a kilogram.

The muzzle kinetic energy of an elephant hunting gun exceeds 17,000J, which can cause fatal damage to large animals.

This terrifying gun was used by some hunters in the 19th century, mainly for hunting giant beasts with rough skin and thick flesh such as elephants and rhinoceros.

Because if one shot fails to kill these large beasts, it will be these hunters who are unlucky.

Such terrifying lethality is of course matched by terrifying recoil.

Generally, when adults use this kind of shotgun, they will always be thrown away.

Therefore, when Muggle hunters use this kind of gun, they usually work in teams of two, with one person shooting and the other standing behind to assist, so as to prevent the shooter from being thrown away.

"This kind of gun -" Ethan gasped looking at the huge barrel.

"What kind of horrible monster are you dealing with?" Tonks murmured.

Reznov's expression turned bitter. He felt that he had missed something again.

At this time, Aunt Oni came to the three of them carrying a big iron pot.

"Hey, hey hey hey hey, here comes the rabbit soup!" Aunt Oni enthusiastically brought a large pot of hot rabbit soup to the table.

"You are so lucky. Peter brought some fresh rabbits a few days ago. I wanted to make them into bacon, but I didn't expect to use them today!" Aunt Oni said enthusiastically.

"Where's Peter, Reznov, you should really call him here, he loves rabbit soup the most!" Aunt Oni asked.

"Oni, Peter, and he died outside one by one." Reznov said to Aunt Oni with some difficulty.

Aunt Aoni froze on the spot for a moment, and then her eyes quickly turned red, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

"Oh my God - poor Peter! Poor Peter!" It was obvious that Aunt Oni had a good relationship with that Peter.

Unable to conceal her grief, Aunt Oni stumbled into the room inside the tavern and closed the door.

Reznov looked in the direction of the door and sighed deeply.

Then he stood up, walked skillfully behind the bar, pulled out an oak barrel, and then took out a few glasses from the bar.

Ethan and Tonks were filled with malt wine and brought over. Reznov slowly drank a glass of malt wine as soon as he sat down.

"Peter is a good old man -" Reznov began to tell while sitting on a chair.

"He went out that day to greet you. He was afraid that you would get lost in the wilderness." Reznov murmured.

"Oh my God!" Tonks said in shock, covering her mouth.

"It's not your fault - it was his own choice," Reznov continued.

"He's a squib, just like me." Reznov drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Only useful people can survive in this village, Squib. Wizards must find their own place, otherwise they will not be able to survive here."

"Life here is really too hard. Those guys - those guys - they just won't let us go! They won't stop until they kill us all!" At this point, Reznov's face turned pale. got up.

Then he realized that he shouldn't have said this, and he stood up.

"Your guest room is upstairs. You should stay here first. Sir Sapkov will see you tomorrow!" Reznov finished his instructions and hurriedly left the bar.