Harry was surprised and looked at Dumbledore: "Germany, so far?"

The Wild Hunt is not about traveling around the world.

They will just follow in Ciri's footsteps.

Their appearance there proves that that is where Ciri left the most traces.

Harry realized this, and so did Geralt and Yennefer.

“Where’s that Geralt?” Geralt asked.

Harry waved his wand and a map flew out of the Sorting Hat and was displayed in front of the two of them. It was a map of Europe.

"We are here now." Harry said, and a pea-sized light flashed in the upper left corner of the Great Britain plate on the map.

"The Germanic region is here," he continued.

To the lower right of Great Britain, on the continental plate across the channel, and across several countries, an area shines brightly.

"About 8,000 miles." Harry paused for a moment, counting on his fingers and converting the units. "Geralt, that's about the same as the miles we usually use."

“So far?” Geralt was surprised.

Demon hunters never stay active in a certain area. They often move around in various regions and villages and are very sensitive to distance.

If I go at my own pace and don't accept any commissions...

A hundred miles would take at least three or four days.

Eight thousand miles...

This will take nearly a year.

“What about that motorcycle?” Geralt turned his head and looked at the two quiet cars in the corner of the room. “It played a joke on me, but it can drive such a strong wind, so it must be very fast. And it’s flying, so it doesn’t need to consider the terrain too much.”

The Sorting Hat muttered, "I suggest you take a plane."

"It's comfortable and fast, and it's easy for me to fall apart when flying for so long at a time."

"Sirius said that his car fell apart several times when he was crossing the Atlantic."

Geralt murmured, "Plane? Harry, I think I heard you mention that."

"I did." Harry nodded, "But don't worry, I have to get you an identity first, Professor Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course no problem. We haven't paid attention to the Ministry of Magic these days. Scrimgeour seems to be making some moves."

"Oh, by the way, I have to tell him a little about what happened tonight."

He waved his wand and the quill began to write the letter.

Voldemort died again.

Almost all the Death Eaters were wiped out, with only a few left fleeing.

This is a very significant event for the Ministry of Magic.

Scrimgeour had been waiting for an opportunity, and this might be the opportunity he wanted.

"Shall we rest here tonight?" Harry took the memory out of the Pensieve, put it back into the bottle, and stuffed it back into the Sorting Hat. "Write letters tonight, and I'll take you to see Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid tomorrow."

Geralt nodded.

Yennefer took a deep breath.

Dumbledore waved his hand at them: "I'm sure you all have a lot to say."

They walked out of the office, led by Harry.

"It reminds me of Kaer Morhen," Geralt said as he walked out of the hallway. "But it's much more elegant and cleaner. It must be very difficult to clean this place."

"I think Yennefer will like it here very much." Harry said softly.

Yennefer sneered: "Because you are an old woman, do you have to like this dark living environment?"

Harry snapped his fingers: "Crow!"

With a snap, a house elf appeared in front of them: "Dear Mr. Potter, how may I help you, Crowe?"

"Prepare a comfortable room for these two guests," Harry ordered.

Having said this, he paused and looked at Yennefer: "You can ask for anything you need, and it will satisfy you."

"No matter how tricky it is."

Yennefer smiled and said, "You make it sound like I've always been an unreasonable old woman."

Geralt and Harry looked at each other.

Who dares to say yes?

"I want a big, soft bed." Yennefer thought and ordered, "and some magic props."

She began to babble.

It is so detailed that it includes the placement of the bed, the size of the unicorn doll, the type of books...

Which floor should the room be on and what kind of view should it have?

The only flaw is probably that the two worlds are different, and many magic materials and magic props do not exist.

Geralt felt overwhelmed by what he heard.

Yennefer finished her last request and looked at Harry provocatively: "Well, can you do all of this?"

"It's ready for the lady!" Kro responded excitedly, "Dear guest, please follow Kro."

Yennefer was stunned.

Geralt was also a little surprised.

They followed Kro's footsteps, went up to the fourth floor, and pushed open the door of a classroom - it had been converted into a bedroom, with a large, soft bed, a brand new mattress full of the scent of sunshine, and a bookcase with the books that Yennefer wanted to read, all of which were taken out by the elves from the library.

Light aromas of cloves and gooseberries.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window faces the star-studded Black Lake. Several mermaids are playing on the water, but they are too far away to make out clearly.

Exactly as Yennefer requested.

"So fast?" She was surprised and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Crowe said proudly: "Now that the little wizards haven't come to school yet, we can concentrate on serving the two guests!"

"Hogwarts' house-elves are the best house-elves!"

"No elves anywhere else can serve so many people at once like we can."

Harry waved his hand.

Kro understood immediately, and with a snap, he disappeared before their eyes.

"This is a special creature here. The purpose of its existence is to serve wizards." Harry waved his wand, dragged a chair over, and sat down by the window. "They are very good at this. If you have any needs, just tell me directly."

"I called it out this time so that you can get to know it."

"In fact, this creature prides itself on providing the best service without appearing in front of its master, quietly."

Yennefer was very excited: "Where can I catch this kind of creature?"

Harry shook his head: "It's much more regulated here than there. Yennefer, if you want, I can buy you one, but I'm not sure if I can take it back."

"You never told us that there are wizards in your world." Geralt sat down on the sofa, feeling its softness and elasticity.

Harry smiled: "I didn't know that either."

"I learned my identity after I received a letter from Hogwarts after I came back."

Geralt looked at his chest. “And you call yourself a school of the Griffin?”

"Although Vesemir said you might be more suitable for a griffin..."

Harry shook his head: "Geralt, listen to my explanation, it's not what you think."

Yennefer thought this sentence sounded familiar.

Harry continued, "This is something given to me by Hermione, a witch, my lover."

Geralt raised an eyebrow.

Yennefer leaned forward and listened carefully.

"There are four schools in Hogwarts School of Magic: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," Harry introduced. "They are the Gryphon, Badger, Eagle, and Snake, respectively. I was sorted into Gryffindor, so I received this badge."

"I have always been a wolf school."

"I can prove it myself."

"My dear White Wolf."

He took off his wand and the Sorting Hat, waved his hand, and the small round table flew over, swaying and spinning, just in time to catch the two things.

Animagus!

The spell begins.

Before their eyes, Harry's limbs twisted and turned into a handsome white wolf, and then quickly changed back.

"Look." Harry spread his hands.

Geralt was surprised: "Now you are also a white wolf."

"So I have always been a member of the Wolf School." Harry emphasized seriously.

Geralt whispered, “It would be more convincing if you didn’t wear the emblem of the School of the Griffin and couldn’t conjure up that silver griffin.”

"Okay, tell us about the situation you are facing now. We are still confused."

Harry nodded.

He told her about his entanglement with Voldemort and everything that had happened over the years without reservation, even about Snape.

There is no one in this world who is more worthy of his trust than Yennefer and Geralt.

"The scar on your forehead sleeps another person's soul?" Yennefer's face turned gloomy and she clenched her fists.

This gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.

She had clearly examined Harry's body carefully back then, so she certainly did not miss the scar on his forehead.

Can……

The result he came to, he did not notice that the soul did not belong to Harry, he just regarded it as a natural strong soul.

Harry whispered: "Yennefer, there is no need to do this. Voldemort is very powerful."

“No one is better than him when it comes to soul.”

"And these are two magic systems."

Yennefer took a deep breath and said, "It seems that we have more troubles to solve than just the Wild Hunt. Let me study it."

"Maybe I need some books on soul magic?"

She said this, but nothing appeared in front of her, which made her face become even gloomier.

"House-elves belong to Hogwarts." Harry read the thoughts in her eyes, "Anything related to the soul is dark magic. Those books are stored in the restricted area. Only with Albus's permission can they be read. And... those house-elves are not qualified to touch those things."

Yennefer stood up.

"Have a good rest tonight." Harry shook his head. "It has been in my head for decades. There is no rush."

Yennefer looked at Harry's forehead unwillingly and sat back down.

"Okay, then I'll go ask him tomorrow." She sighed.

Harry stood up and waved his wand, pushing the chairs and table back to their original positions. "I won't disturb you. I have to go back to rest."

"We're all going to be very busy over the next few days."

"There are still traces left by Ciri waiting for us."

He walked to the door.

The two people in the room looked at each other in silence.

Harry suddenly turned around: "By the way, let me remind you."

"Professor Dumbledore lives on the eighth floor and I live further up the tower."

"House elves don't monitor, they just read the emotion 'need service', and if they don't sense that emotion, they won't appear."

"You are free tonight."