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HP transmigrated into Domeric Bolton (GOT and HP crossover)

Harry Potter dies at the age of 28 in an accident by falling through the Veil. His soul travels through dimensions and end up in the body of 7 year old Domeric Bolton who recently died due to a horse accident. Plus, If you like my work and want to support me, then please do so at- patreon.com/ankit1 Upto 100 additional chapters in Patreon.

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Chapter 346

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

Now that they had taken the Golden Tooth, it was only a matter of time until the nearby castles found out that the Tooth has been taken and will then inform the Lannisters about this.

Which meant that time was of the essence.

Which was why once he put all the castle servants inside the prison cells, put Lady Lefford inside her room and garrisoned the castle with 300 infantry and 300 crossbowmen, he and the remaining 8,000 men left for Casterly Rock the very next day.

"You sure leaving the old man in charge of the castle was the right thing to do?" Bronn asked as they travelled through an unknown path in the forest once again.

He gave a sideways glance to General Bronn "For all his faults, Ser Barristan Selmy is a man of his words." He said "So if he said that he would hold the Castle till his last breath then that's what he'll do."

Bronn shrugged. "We could have used those men."

"500 more or less men won't make much difference to us." He said "But by holding the Tooth, we'll deny the Lannisters any chance of entering the Westerlands."

"He could still come from Deep Den." Bronn pointed out.

"Yes. But he would have to go 300 miles further south to do that. And that would give the Nothererns and the Vale men enough time to reach Kings Landing and put the city under siege." He said "Not that we need to care about that. Right now we only need to focus on destroying the gathering army."

"And taking Casterly Rock." Bronn said and chuckled to himself "I am not even surprised you would go after the Rock."

He chuckled with the man.

"The bards made a song for you. For your victory against the Lannisters." Bronn said "Slaughter of the Green field. Even the battle is named after the song."

"I've heard of it." He said "Terribly boring. The bard called me the 'hungry beast', can you believe it."

"Easily." Bronn said and chuckled at his betrayed look "Theon Stark was called the hungry wolf because of the constant wars against the Andals."

"You know your history." He quipped.

"Because you forced me to learn it." Bronn said "Like Theon Stark, you yourself have sent men to the Land beyond the Wall a good few times. And now you're here. Fighting battles after battles when the Northern host has not even begun their skirmish with the Lannisters. Even the Baratheons have yet to take part in any battles."

"Stannis took Storm's end." He said.

"By assassinating the Castellan." Bronn said.

He opened his mouth for a retort but none came to his mind. Huh…

"Okay. I think I can see why they call me the Hungry Beast now." He said and started chuckling with Bronn.

"Think they wanted to call you Hungry Wolf but you're not a Stark and hungry Weirwood would sound terribly unimpressive so they called you a Beast instead."

He shrugged.

He had gained too many names in his past life and more than a few in this life as well.

At this point, he was beyond caring about the names that people gave him.

With that said, once this war was over, he would have to pay a good bard to write a decent song for him.

He was allowed to feel vain every now and then.