The fire spread quickly, and it was obvious that the fire safety in the fairy tale world was indeed not very good, and Harry looked around and found nothing that could be used to put out the fire.

With magic? Harry won't.

"Roar—" The werewolf whose legs were controlled by the pitchfork stared at Harry and roared, but it didn't make much movement. It seemed to know that if it ate the little meatball that was trying to save it in front of him, it would also Become a wolf meat barbecue.

The smell of meat really came, mixed in the smoke, Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to pull the pitchfork. Sirius was anxious. He saw that the wooden stairs were crumbling, and the beams above his head couldn't support it for long. , If you don't leave, the fairy tale will really become a ghost story.

\'Don't save him! Harry! \'Sirius bit Harry's cape, trying to pull him out of here.

But Harry didn't understand what the dog meant. He thought that Da Hei was here to help him. He encouraged him, "Well done Da Hei! Just push harder and the pitchfork will come out!" But in fact the pitchfork is still Unmoving, the hunters in Wonderland Village are as powerful as cows, which is quite a fairy tale.

Sirius spun around in a hurry, his tail almost on fire, and finally, he noticed Harry's coreless wand in the pocket of his cape.

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A hand stretched out from behind Harry and caught on to the pitchfork, and Harry almost screamed because he didn't hear the slightest movement.

It was a man with a savage haircut, unshaven beard, wearing a normal black shirt and black trousers, and his beautiful eyes made him look like a down-to-earth painter rather than a tramp.

"Uh... sir?" Before Harry could react, the pitchfork had already been pulled out by the man, the werewolf cried out in pain, gave Harry and the man in black a deep look, did not launch an attack, dragged his injured leg and disappeared into the in the firelight.

"Ka... ka..." The beam finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it fell down with a roar. The man in black grabbed Harry and started running, while waving his wand and using the \'Bubble Head Charm\', "Bubble Flying!" He Yelling, putting bubbles on yourself and Harry to avoid inhaling too much smoke.

Harry who was picked up didn't have to run. There was something like a goldfish bowl on his head, which made him very curious, "Sir, are you a wizard?"

It's not the right time for Harry's question. There shouldn't be too many problems when running for his life. The man ignored him, "Oops!" Harry suddenly remembered something, "Sir! Let me down! Dahei is still inside!"

"That black dog, it has run away!" The man replied Harry, this was the first time Harry heard his voice, hoarse, but very reassuring.

The hotel collapsed shortly after Harry escaped. There were many people on the street, but few of them were holding buckets.

The bubble on Harry's head disappeared, as did the man in black who had just lifted him out. Da Hei ran out from a corner with Harry's wand in his mouth.

"Da Hei!" Harry took the wand, thinking that he accidentally dropped it and was picked up by Da Hei, "The wand is not cheap, and it would be troublesome if it were dropped!"

Dahei pulled Harry's cloak and motioned him to look in one direction. Harry looked up and found two malicious eyes in the crowd looking at him. It was the village chief and hunter who had just appeared in the hotel corridor and set the fire It's also them...

Harry took a few steps back, trying to blend in with the crowd, when suddenly a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Come with me," it turned out to be Mrs. An Qi, who had just lost the shop. She was expressionless. Losing the shop didn't make her feel bad. Harry hesitated for a while, noticing that the village chief and the hunter also started to move, and could only temporarily follow Step up to Mrs. Angel's pace.

"It's all fake, it's all fake..." Mrs. An Qi muttered, numbing herself, and walked past the burning hotel without looking at it. After walking through an alley, I turned around, and after ten minutes, I came to a dilapidated log cabin near the forest.

"This is the house of the werewolf girl," An Qi paused for a second. "No one will come near here before. You can stay here for a while and leave when it's dawn." An Qi handed Harry a map, "Go in the direction of the capital."

Harry took the map handed by Angel, "Mrs. Angel, it was the village chief and the hunter who set the fire... I saw..."

"I know," An Qi nodded, "I knew it for a long time."

"Mrs. Angel, I have a question... I know that werewolves won't eat human internal organs, and they won't specifically place corpses in conspicuous places," Harry looked at Angel, "So, the dead people in the village are really Was it killed by a werewolf?"

An Qi was silent for a while, and finally said, "Some nobles, in high positions, enjoy all the glory and wealth, but they are still not satisfied, longing for more, longing for a longer life..."

"They listened to the words of the palace wizards and thought that the internal organs of human beings have magic power and can keep them young forever, so they spend a lot of money to buy internal organs. The goods always need to be supplied, so where do the internal organs come from?"

"Village chief, hunters...a group of lunatics..." An Qi lowered her head, "Take all the people in this village as cargo."

"Oh, I almost forgot, and me, I'm a lunatic too, watching the villagers and travelers get drunk, watch them walk out of the store...and watch them die under the butcher knives of fake werewolves."

Harry felt that his three views had been subverted. He touched his arm, not knowing what to say.

"Little devil, the werewolves in Fairyland Village are all trash, they don't bite people," An Qi walked back along the road where she came, kicking away the stones on the road, "It's always only people who bite people."

Harry looked at Angie until she disappeared into the night, very emotional.

Fairy tales in the magical world are really a bit of something... Harry scratched his head, thinking that he had just experienced an ordinary fairy tale, \'These are all fake~lightnovelpub.net~ He encouraged himself, Refreshing himself, he pushed open the door of the wooden house behind him.

Sirius silently followed behind him.

Surprisingly, the wooden house was relatively clean, not as dusty as Harry had imagined, and although crude, it was much better than the cramped, spider-infested closet.

Habitable, Harry nodded secretly.

There is very little furniture in the room, three wooden cots have taken up most of the space, and the rest of the space is barely squeezed by a sofa, a round broken wooden dining table, and three chairs, and more corners Occupied by some paint, the place of the horns is filled with a large number of painting tools.

Harry used a lighting spell and wandered around the room while holding his wand. There were three wooden cups, three sets of tableware, and even three potted plants on the window, but two pots were dry and the remaining pot was one. Still stubbornly alive.

Sirius jumped onto the only sofa in the room, stirring up fine dust, "Ding Ding..." The empty wine bottle placed behind the sofa was knocked over, making a noisy sound.

A rolled up painting fell out of the gap of the sofa and fell to the ground.