The Death Eaters were not so perceptive.

They looked especially nervously at Dumbledore and Harry.

The former, of great reputation, is the greatest white wizard.

The latter, whose reputation was rising rapidly, made them more afraid of this young wizard who had not yet graduated than Dumbledore. Countless Death Eaters had died at his hands.

Harry raised his head and looked towards the stairs.

Rodolphus walked down slowly.

"Tom." But he called his name accurately.

Voldemort drawled: "Potter, you still recognize me..."

"Of course, you smell like you've been surrounded by old women, which is really strong." Harry said sarcastically.

Yennefer's eyes turned dangerous.

"Mrs. Malfoy." Voldemort looked at the most vulnerable woman, and said with regret: "I never thought that the person who betrayed me would be you."

"Where do you get the courage?"

Narcissa clenched her fists and said nothing.

“Master! Master!” Lucius rolled over and crawled, lying on the ground in front of Voldemort. “Leave that damned bitch to me. She actually dared to betray the master and tarnish the honor of my Malfoy family. I will definitely…”

Voldemort waved his hand, interrupting him: "Lucius."

"My dear friend."

"I gave you chances, but time and time again, you always let me down."

"Dear little Mr. Malfoy, a fifth-year wizard can escape from the hands of Death Eaters again and again. Is he Potter? When will such an outstanding child appear in the Malfoy family?"

He points to a wand.

Avada Kedavra!

The green light was so powerful and thrilling that it instantly fell on Lucius.

There is no sign of death.

Lucius, who was about to speak, froze and fell backwards, his arms still open and stretched out, falling at Voldemort's feet and in front of Narcissa.

There was no fear on his face, but rather a hint of relief.

Narcissa covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.

"It seems you still have a lot of strength." Harry waved his wand and the Transfiguration Spell took effect.

Dumbledore raised his wand, and magic surged, covering the entire manor.

Geralt drew the sword from the lake, rushed forward, and fought alongside Harry.

Yennefer and Dumbledore worked together to deal with the remaining Death Eaters.

Sudden.

A green light came from the second floor.

Geralt and Harry rolled over, and the spell hit the sofa, which exploded.

"I'll deal with that woman." Geralt looked up and saw Bellatrix with messy hair in the corridor on the second floor. She said this and, under the protection of Yennefer, she ran upstairs through the crowd of Death Eaters.

"Catch him alive," Harry reminded him.

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged.

Dealing with Harry.

The battle started and soon came to an end.

With a puff——

Harry stabbed the heart of Voldemort's new body with his sword, and even though blood splattered all over his face, his expression remained calm.

"Potter, you win again." Voldemort was also calm.

Harry cast a Disarming Charm, knocking the wand out of his hand, and Dumbledore waved his hand and caught it in his palm.

"Thank you." Harry nodded at him, "But I don't feel honored to have defeated you."

Voldemort grinned. "Really?"

"Then I hope you can keep winning."

He raised his hand.

The Death Eaters who were restrained by Dumbledore with Transfiguration all exuded an extremely evil aura, including Bellatrix who was still fighting with Geralt - Geralt was facing a wizard for the first time, so he was cautious and steady, not seeking to kill with one blow, but more to play it safe.

She smiled at Geralt, dropped her wand, closed her eyes, turned to her master, and stretched out her arms.

"Albus!" Harry turned and looked at Dumbledore.

He immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"No, it's Bellatrix." Harry shook his head, then looked up again, "Geralt, take this crazy woman away."

Yennefer raised her hand and teleported to the second floor, grabbed Geralt, tied up the defenseless woman with magic, and raised her hand again to teleport them out of the courtyard.

"She is very decisive." Dumbledore's wand had not yet reached the place where Bellatrix had just stood.

Harry was more decisive. He kicked Voldemort, drew his sword, turned around, grabbed Narcissa's hair, dragged her, and retreated quickly.

Dumbledore was the last one.

"Hurry up, the magic on this person is very special and I can't control it." Yennefer spoke to Dumbledore in a very impolite tone.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

A breath like the Patronus Charm surged out and fell on Bellatrix, and the evil and hideous breath was slowly suppressed.

And in the house.

The aura became more and more ferocious, hot like fire, and fierce flames surged out and burned violently.

Narcissa fell to her knees.

Her heart, like Malfoy Manor, was being burned by the fierce fire.

Dumbledore turned, raised his wand, took a deep breath, and chanted the spell.

"All curses come to an end!"

His magic power was suppressed, and the fire gradually became weaker.

Yennefer watched him cast the spell, thoughtful.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix's head: "Let me see..."

He placed the tip of the staff against her temple, pulled gently, and took out a long silver thread, which he carefully put into the bottle.

The flame went out.

Dumbledore turned back and said, "Harry, shall we go back to Hogwarts now?"

"Wait a minute." Harry put the bottle away. "I'll go check it out."

He walked into the ruins of Malfoy Manor, sword in hand.

He passed by one charred corpse after another, examining them carefully, making sure that each one had lost its life force, and that there was no trace of soul left in the body that Voldemort had invaded. He waved his wand, carefully lifted up a corpse, walked out of the ruins, and came before Narcissa.

With a flick of his wrist, the charred corpse fell to the ground.

"This is Mr Lucius Malfoy," Harry said softly.

Narcissa sobbed, but made no sound.

"I'm very sure it's him. There's no mistake." Harry emphasized.

Narcissa remained silent.

Harry sighed.

Walk over to Dumbledore.

He reached out and was about to grasp Harry's wrist.

Harry dodged swiftly: "Give me some mercy, Albus. I've Apparated many times today."

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled helplessly.

“On horseback?” Geralt asked.

Harry shook his head and raised his hand to tap the Sorting Hat. "No, something more exciting. I think you will really like it."

The Sorting Hat purred, "Harry, why did you call me?"

"I was so worried. I couldn't contact my real body today. I thought something happened to you. Thank God, you all look fine."

Geralt and Yennefer looked at the hat in surprise.

A talking magic gadget?

"Bring your body here, and bring an extra motorcycle," Harry said to it, "We have to go to Hogwarts."

"You let a motorcycle drive a motorcycle?" The Sorting Hat sneered.

Harry patted it. "Hurry up."

It muttered, "Okay, okay, I'll come as fast as I can."

The aura of flexibility on the hat dissipated and it became ordinary again.

"Harry, why don't you introduce these two friends of yours to me now?" Dumbledore took them away, away from the ruins of Malfoy Manor and away from the sad woman Narcissa.

"Yennefer of Fangerburg, an old woman." Yennefer spoke and introduced herself calmly, emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "old woman".

Harry stiffened.

"Geralt of Rivia, a demon hunter." Geralt was a little helpless and introduced himself.

Dumbledore nodded: "Fangerburg and Rivia are both place names?"

"So I'm supposed to be Dumbledore from Hogwarts?"

Harry introduced him: "Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts - a wizarding school, similar to Ben Ader and Aretuza, but peaceful."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

Ban Ade and Aretuza were two names he had never heard of.

Some of the guesses in my mind are gradually coming true.

"The situation is a little complicated now." Harry took a deep breath and explained, "Albus, thank you for always trusting me and not asking me about the source of these knowledge and abilities."

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry continued, "This happened before my eleventh birthday. A phenomenon similar to the celestial intersection occurred to me. The so-called celestial intersection is the intersection of two worlds. Species, creatures, and environments invade each other. But at that time, I was the only one who traveled to Geralt's world."

“I chose to become a demon hunter there and met many reliable elders.”

Yennefer nodded: "For example, an old woman like me."

Harry made a bitter face: "Yennefer, I don't mean to tease you."

"Really?" Yennefer said expressionlessly.

Harry sighed, "I'll talk to you about Tom later."

He paused for a moment and said, "Just before the final battle with the Wild Hunt, maybe it was the intersection of the celestial spheres, or maybe it was Ciri. Anyway, I returned to my own world and my age returned to eleven. Everything seemed like a dream, but the mutations that happened to me and the knowledge I mastered were all brought back intact."

"Wait, what did you say, a decisive battle with the Wild Hunt?" Geralt's expression didn't change much, but his surprise was evident.

Harry was startled, then nodded: "Yes, a decisive battle with the Wild Hunt, that was what you proposed."

Geralt frowned. "Ciri has dealt with them before, but... a decisive battle with them?"

"What's your timeline?" Harry asked him.

Geralt joined in. “I’m afraid we’re experiencing different times.”

Both of them were stunned.

Geralt went on: "I didn't fight the Wild Hunt. I was in the Welthin Tavern with Dandelion, Zoltan, and Yarpen. There was a riot in Rivia, and I was unlucky. I was stabbed by a pitchfork. I thought I was going to die, but Ciri took me and Yennefer to a place called Avalon, and then you woke me up."

"The Rivia Massacre?" Harry was a little surprised.

This happened four years ago when he returned to his own world.