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Chapter 609 Peter Addicted to Gwent
It was drizzling as Peter carried Ciri back to the farm from the tavern.

"You really can't leave yet, Ciri?"

Feeling the girl's breath behind him, Peter asked her.

"I'm hurt, Peter, oh sorry, it should be the teacher."

Ciri confidently stated that she was a patient.

"You can't stand up because of the bleeding, Ciri?"

"You know, teacher, women become weak when they bleed."

Peter: "."

He felt that Ciri was making dirty jokes to him, but he had no evidence.

Peter coughed, pretending he didn't hear it, and asked Ciri, "Can you hold the umbrella for me?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Ciri was carried on his back, but not only did she not shield him from the rain, she also let the rain pour down on him.

"of course."

Ciri took the umbrella from Peter.

It was the umbrella Peter had taken from the Three Broomsticks.

"You must know that black dog, Peter."

Ciri, who was holding an umbrella, said after adjusting a comfortable angle behind Peter.

Peter didn't bother to correct her, "Why do you think so? Ciri."

"Because you could have killed the black dog just now, but you didn't do it."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, I can understand that, Peter. You are neutral and would not show mercy to a dangerous creature for no reason."

Ciri held up an umbrella and said behind Peter: "You, like Geralt, are both neutral. You will not sympathize with others out of pity, nor will you lose your mind because of anger. I have always wanted to do this, but I can't do it."

Her eyes dimmed. "At first, I didn't care about Geralt's request for me to remain neutral. For me, I will not let go of those who massacred the people of Cintra and bullied me. I will definitely ask them to pay with blood."

"But later, Geralt rebuked me. He said: You are not allowed to pick up a sword until you understand what a sword is and its use in the hands of a witcher. You are not learning to use a sword to kill and be killed. You are not learning to use a sword to kill out of fear and hatred, but to save lives - your own life and that of others."

Peter's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this, "It sounds reasonable."

"Later, I accidentally broke into the ruins of the elves. I was finally persuaded by Geralt and gave up my revenge. Geralt was willing to pin a white rose, a symbol of beauty and prosperity, in my pocket to remind me of the importance of reason. He told me to keep the rose pure."

Listening to Ciri's words, Peter shook his head and said to her: "You can't do this, Ciri, because as long as you love the people around you, you can't be neutral."

"You're right. Later, Geralt gave up his vow of neutrality for me."

As she spoke, Ciri pinned a white rose that she had picked at some unknown time on Peter's chest.

"Today, in this world, I hope that when I see you, when I see the white rose on your chest, I can be reminded of the importance of reason. I want you to be someone who is entangled with my fate, and also someone who warns me."

Peter looked down at the white rose on his chest and nodded.

On the rainy night, the two men didn't say anything else and continued walking forward.

a week later.

Hagrid's forest cabin.

After Harry, Ron, Mark and Hermione entered, they saw Hagrid who looked a little strange.

Hagrid sat in a chair, slumped over the table, and cried uncontrollably.

The other's face was wet with tears, and the tears flowed onto his shaggy beard.

"Hagrid, what happened?"

Seeing Hagrid's miserable condition, Hermione asked him in surprise.

Harry looked over and saw an opened official letter lying on the table.

"What's that, Hagrid?"

Hearing Harry's question, Hagrid cried even louder.

He pushed the letter from the table towards Harry.

Harry and Mark read the contents of the letter with confusion on their faces.

"Dear Mr. Hagrid: Following a detailed investigation into Buckbeak's attack on a student in your class, we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you were entirely innocent of this regrettable incident.

"That means you're all right, Hagrid!"

Ron heard this and patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

Six days ago, because of Ciri's friendly interaction with Buckbeak, Hagrid thought that Buckbeak could also get along well with the students.

So Hagrid sent Buckbeak to the classroom to interact with the students.

As a result, an accident happened - Malfoy was kicked away because of his wild words to Buckbeak.

The consequence was that Malfoy's arm was broken.

Hearing Ron's comfort, Hagrid did not stop crying. Instead, he waved his big hand, motioning Harry to continue reading.

"However, we have discussed the Buckbeak issue, and we have now decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy's complaint and hand the matter over to the Dangerous Animals Extermination Committee. The trial will be held on the 20th. Please bring your Buckbeak to the committee office in London. In the meantime, this dangerous animal must be controlled.

Salute, everyone."

At the end of the letter was a long list of government officials.

Mark put the letter down and said to Hagrid, "Well, but you said Buckbeak wasn't a dangerous animal, Hagrid. I'm sure it'll be fine..."

"No, you're not familiar with those weirdos on the Dangerous Animal Elimination Committee."

Hagrid wiped his tears with his sleeve and said to the others, "They are particularly interested in animals!"

As they were talking, a voice suddenly came from the corner of Hagrid's hut. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Mark all turned their heads.

Buckbeak was lying in the corner, biting something hard, and the blood of the small animal he was biting dripped onto the floor.

"I can't leave Buckbeak tied up in the snow."

Hagrid wiped the tears from his face and said to the others, "It will be lonely all by itself."

Harry and Mark looked at each other when they heard what Hagrid said.

The few of them had an unprecedented sympathy for the many "interesting animals" here at Hagrid.

The same goes for Buckbeak, it doesn't look dangerous at all, as Hagrid always says, it's just very cute.

"You'll have to provide strong evidence, Hagrid."

Hermione sat down and put her hand on Hagrid's arm, giving him encouragement: "I'm sure you can prove that Buckbeak is a safe animal."

"No, it's no use."

Hagrid shook his head in frustration. "Those guys, Malfoy's group, are very scared of Buckbeak. If I lose, Buckbeak will..."

"Perhaps we could ask my father for help."

Mark interrupted him and spoke to the crowd.

"If it's Dad who takes action, I believe he can protect Buckbeak."

"Mr. Padraic, there is no way to influence the judgment in London."

Hermione felt that even if Peter took action, he would not be able to influence the opinions of London.

Padraic Farm.

Peter didn't know that Mark was thinking of asking him to rescue Buckbeak. At this time, he was playing Gwent with Persephone.

Gwent is a deck of cards that Ciri brought from the Demon Hunter continent.

I heard that this kind of card game is very popular in the Demon Hunter Continent, and many people are addicted to it.

When they heard that they wanted to play cards, the armor master threw away his hammer, the swordsmith dropped his iron sword, and even the Bloody Baron, who was always known for his infatuation, ignored the safety of his wife and daughter and was determined to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

Villager: "Demon Hunter, my wife and children have been captured, please save them!"

Geralt: "Let's play Gwent!"

Villager: "Come on, I've never lost at Gwent."

Standing by the window, looking at the lingering autumn rain outside, Ciri felt very melancholy when she saw Peter obsessed with Gwent.

If I had known this, I would have definitely not taken out the deck and shown it to Peter.

"Ciri, I built a Scoia'tael deck. Do you want to try a game with me?"

Ciri: "Come on, my deck is one of the best."

Ciri's eyes sparkled, and she expressed her confidence in defeating Peter. "How about this, if you lose you have to agree to one unconditional request from the other party, teacher."

Feeling that it was not exciting enough, Ciri added conditions.

Peter looked towards Ciri, nodded and said, "Okay, but are you confident that you can beat me? Ciri."

"Of course, I have won many battles during my travels, and my deck contains many rare cards that I won."

Ciri sat down with great interest and laid out the Gwent cards on the table.

Mark in the room originally wanted to talk to Peter about Buckbeak.

Now seeing my father addicted to Gwent, I sighed with some melancholy.

"Mark, what's wrong?"

Baobao saw Mark sighing, and came over and asked him curiously.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something else."

Mark didn't tell Boom about Buckbeak.

It’s better not to tell my sister about this kind of thing that affects my mood.

"Really? You're definitely not telling the truth, Mark, because you're not the type to hide your feelings. You show it on your face."

Baobao shook his fingers, took out a piece of dark chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Mark.

"Dad said that if you feel bad and feel as miserable as if your soul was sucked away by the Dementors, you can try eating a piece of chocolate."

Mark took the chocolate from Baobao in a daze and thanked him: "Thank you, Baobao."

"You're welcome, if it makes you feel better."

Boom Boom said, shrugging his shoulders.

"of course."

Mark put the chocolate in his mouth and felt a little better. "I feel much better."

into the night.

Ciri's room.

Ciri, who was falling into a deep sleep, was playing cards with Peter in her dream.

Ciri was forced to agree to Peter's condition because she lost so badly during the day. She was so depressed that she had to defeat Peter in her dream to vent her anger.

A dark shadow slowly entered Ciri's room, who was in a beautiful dream.

A black shadow sneaked into Ciri's room.

(End of this chapter)