Geralt looked at his expression and said, "It seems that our times are indeed different."

"That was four years ago." Harry nodded. "You were attacked in Rivia, and Ciri rescued you. Some people rumored that you were dead, but soon the rumors about you reappeared. There was only a gap of half a year at most."

"I have met Letho. You probably don't know him yet. He is a demon hunter from the Viper School. He and you have experienced some things together."

"During this period, I don't know what happened to you. We finally found you in Kaer Morhen, unconscious, and without amnesia. It was only about a year ago."

Yennefer raised an eyebrow.

Geralt frowned. “That sounds terrible.”

Harry shook his head: "It's worse than this. Ciri brought you into this world at least a thousand years ago."

"Hogwarts hadn't even been established yet."

Yennefer sneered: "So I really have become an old woman?"

“Where’s Ciri?” Geralt asked.

Harry shook his head: "I don't know, I only found some traces of her, but I haven't actually seen her yet."

"But she shouldn't be in this world."

Dumbledore listened quietly.

Geralt and Yennefer glanced at him from time to time.

"Albus is trustworthy." Harry saw their doubts, "He won't have any thoughts about Ciri. In fact, he is very resistant to any power and has no curiosity."

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "I am old enough..."

"Geralt and Yennefer are not much younger than you," Harry interrupted. "They just look young."

"Even if you don't count the thousand years."

Geralt nodded. "My hair is the same color as yours, Mr. Albus."

Yennefer said nothing, just stared at Harry.

Harry sighed: "Yennefer, I didn't mean that. I'm not Dandelion. I just wanted to express that you are experienced and wise enough."

Yennefer sneered.

"Not much younger than me?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Harry nodded. "In that world, witchers and sorceresses can have relatively longer lifespans and look younger. I remember Geralt was about a hundred years old."

“Maybe?” Geralt nodded.

As we get older, we neither have the need nor the energy to keep track of our age one year at a time like we did when we were young.

Yennefer shook her head: "I'm not even a hundred years old yet."

She stressed this point.

"Madam Yennefer looks very young," Dumbledore praised her.

Yennefer's expression softened a little.

Harry continued, "It's a good thing for you to come into this world."

"At least, it can solve the problem of the witcher and the sorceress."

They were both stunned.

"The magic here is amazing." Harry smiled slightly, "I know a friend who can give birth to new life from two completely different races."

Fertility has always been the most troublesome problem for demon hunters and sorceresses.

Demon hunters have undergone mutations, and except for their basic body structure, they can almost be said to be two completely different races from ordinary people - they have reproductive isolation.

The sorceress paid the price for her power, magic that caused her uterus to shrink.

"Are you serious?" Yennefer was surprised and moved.

Harry nodded. "Of course."

He raised his wand: "The magic here, at least white magic, doesn't require a price."

"As long as you stick to your beliefs, the power of magic will not betray you."

"Yennefer, when we get to Hogwarts, you can ask him for help. Oh, and of course Madam Pomfrey, they should all be willing to help you."

Yennefer raised her hand and subconsciously covered her stomach.

Childbirth is the most painful thing for her.

Of course... she had children, a son and a daughter, and she poured her motherly love into Harry and Ciri - although Harry and Ciri both agreed that Eskel was more suitable for the role of mother.

"I assure you that the problem of fertility is easily solved." Dumbledore said softly, and then he paused.

The four of them raised their heads together.

There was a slight, faint breeze in the sky, and the air suddenly became cold.

"It's snowing?" Dumbledore was surprised and raised his hand. Snowflakes fell on his fingertips, bringing a bone-chilling chill. His flesh and blood were almost frozen in an instant.

It is July, summer, the time of the year with the highest temperatures.

This kind of snow is very unusually cold.

"It's hoarfrost," Harry and Geralt said at the same time.

"The Wild Hunt is coming."

They drew their swords and put on a layer of Quen shield for themselves. The golden light reflected faint patterns in the wind and snow.

A milky white portal opened before them.

Knights riding skeleton horses stepped out of the portal, three in a team, wearing luxurious, metallic, full-body heavy armor.

"The smell of ancient blood." A knight spoke, staring at Geralt and Yennefer.

“Catch them!”

Another knight spoke up, raising his hand.

The wind, snow, and frost became more severe.

One after another, creatures with hunched backs and rugged gray-white scales on their backs pounced out and rushed towards them, biting them.

Yennefer opened her arms.

A milky white barrier spread out from beneath her, resisting the force of the white frost.

Geralt kicked away a wild hound that was approaching, and used the Alder Sign to knock away another group.

"I'll go deal with that portal." Harry waved his wand and put two layers of shields on himself.

"Albus, try to suppress the white frost."

Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed it at the sky. The power of the weather spell surged. He tried to summon a clear sky, part the dark clouds, and let the scorching sun come out, but the snow did not melt. As the portal expanded, this strange coldness attacked this small piece of land more violently.

All curses are over!

He tried to use the spell to stop.

But hoarfrost is just a natural phenomenon. It contains magic, but it is not magic.

However, this spell did have some effect, preventing the white frost from expanding.

Harry stepped out from behind the barrier.

The Wild Hunt knights drew their swords.

He flicked his wand.

The dead trees nearby changed, and with a few whooshes, they bound the bodies of the wild hunters and flew them backwards. He strode to the front of the portal - he didn't have the magic-blocking gold bomb, but he still had the Aden Seal. He slapped the ground lightly, and a lavender magic circle surged out. The breath of magic disintegrated the portal, and in a flash, it disappeared.

As the portal closed, the power of the White Frost gradually subsided.

The Wild Hunt do not have the ability to control the white frost, they just attract the white frost that is chasing them.

It's just that they adapt to the hoarfrost.

The Wild Hunt Hounds were killed one by one. The three Wild Hunt Knights tried to open the portal again, but to no avail. They were quickly destroyed and turned into ashes.

"This is terrible news." Harry frowned. "They are so quick..."