Wait until the next day.

Geralt woke up refreshed, and two sets of clothes appeared on the hanger without making a sound.

A set of loose sportswear, ordinary people's clothing.

A set of black tight witch robes, prepared for Yennefer.

The clothes aren't difficult to wear.

Geralt put on his underwear, put on his sportswear, and stretched his fists and feet. The fabric was close to his skin but not irritating at all. It was more comfortable than the finest lambskin.

He quietly walked out of the room, closed the door gently, and looked around.

The castle is very big.

But where should I go? Harry said last night that he lives in the tower, so I...

Before he could put his thoughts into practice, the floor in front of him suddenly lit up and a small arrow flashed, indicating the direction.

Geralt followed the arrows, walked down the grand staircase, bypassed some areas that suddenly appeared and disappeared, and stepped on several staircases with people floating on them. He finally walked out of this complex interior and arrived at the auditorium on the first floor.

He pushed the door open.

There were four long tables in the hall, and Harry sat at one of them, waving at him.

"Harry, you're really early." Geralt walked over, and a plate and an empty cup immediately appeared in front of him.

"It's almost eight o'clock now." Harry raised his wrist to show him the time. The hour hand almost stopped at "VIII", and the minute hand was only a few small scales away from "XII". "It seems like you had a pleasant night last night?"

Geralt looked at the plate, then at the food on Harry's plate, and tried to whisper, "A serving of beef stew in red wine."

Juicy, plump chunks of beef immediately appeared on the plate.

The aroma is very nice.

He picked up the knife and fork skillfully: "Can the one in your hand accurately record the time?"

"Hermione gave it to me." Harry nodded. "It can be accurate to the second."

Geralt swallowed the beef. "I think I need a piece of it, too. Where do I get it?"

"I'll prepare one for you later." Harry said concisely.

Geralt was about to speak.

Harry continued, "Geralt, I'm rich now. I can save Vesemir from having to take on commissions for the rest of his life. I can also restore Kaer Morhen as he wished, so that he can live comfortably there."

"Even potions, weapons, and armor can be updated at any time."

Geralt was surprised: "You are so rich now?"

Restoring Kaer Morhen would cost nothing, just trouble.

You can live a comfortable life without taking any commissions and it won't cost you too much money.

But potions, weapons, armors and other things can be updated at any time, which shows that they are really rich. Even some small nobles dare not make a promise to support Vesemir for his whole life - he is a very old man, almost older than some countries.

"More money than you think." Harry nodded. "The Potter family lives on the heads of wizards throughout the wizarding world. That's a steady stream of income."

Geralt swallowed another piece of beef. "No wonder the armor you gave me was like that. It's still in good condition, but how long has it been out of service?"

"That's what it tastes like," Harry said, finishing the last of his food. "Made from troll skin, which makes sense if you've ever seen one."

Geralt shook his head. "It doesn't feel like a good thing."

Harry looked up and looked towards the door: "Oh, here I come."

Geralt looked over and whispered, "A very dangerous man."

Through the door, they heard hurried footsteps outside and a snake-like breath.

Bang—the door was pushed open.

Snape walked in: "Potter, you..."

He noticed the man sitting opposite Harry in the hall, who had the same eyes as him.

"Let me introduce you, this is Geralt." Harry stood up and sat down at the Hufflepuff table. He waved his wand and brought Geralt's plate over. "He's someone I trust very much. Like you, he's worthy of my life."

"This is Severus Snape, a great potion master." Harry turned his head. "I trust him very much."

“Hello,” Geralt greeted him.

At first glance, he didn't have a very good impression of Snape, with his loose robes, greasy hair, lifeless eyes, and the evil and dangerous aura lingering around him.

The same goes for Snape, he even has nothing but dislike for Geralt.

Especially those amber eyes with vertical pupils.

"Another Potter?" Snape whispered.

Harry shook his head: "Geralt is Geralt, it has nothing to do with Potter. As for the eyes, it is a very complicated matter. I can explain it to you slowly."

Snape sat down and a plate appeared in front of him.

His appetite was not as good as the two witchers, so he only asked for some green beans and potatoes: "See you in Dumbledore's office later, there is something..."

"Did you write from Barty Crouch Jr?" Harry asked him.

Snape paused and looked at Geralt: "Potter, sometimes people with the same eyes as you are not necessarily trustworthy."

"Geralt and I have lived and died together many times." Harry shook his head. "You can say that he is my father."

Geralt smiled softly and nodded slightly.

No wonder.

Snape suddenly realized.

No wonder I disliked this person so much at first sight.

"You don't even have that much respect for that guy Black." Snape sneered.

"I love my Godfather and Geralt equally," Harry retorted. "My Godfather would be very sad to know that you said that."

He paused for a moment. "Of course, my dear Severus, I love you just as much."

Snape touched the plate: "I'm eating, don't say such disgusting things."

"Last night, Barty Crouch Jr. wrote to me, saying that he needed my help in mixing some potions, and asked me to find some information about the Wild Hunt at Hogwarts."

"What's the address?" Harry asked him.

Snape shook his head, "Crouch is almost as cunning as the Dark Lord. He did not reveal his address. I tried to track him with magic, but failed."

"You didn't succeed?" Harry was a little surprised.

Snape emphasized: "It was unsuccessful, not a failure. The distance was too far, and the magic could not take effect."

"We'll discuss this matter with Dumbledore later." Harry refilled his glass of water. "Have you read the letter I wrote you yesterday?"

"You are only in the sixth grade now." Snape looked at him and said, "It is too early for you to think about having children. At least wait until you graduate."

Harry shook his head, "Not me."

Snape looked at Geralt, hesitated, and took out a bottle of potion from his pocket: "Deer blood potion, it can be used in an emergency, but for problems like this it is best to go to St. Mungo's. There are some magic that can easily solve these problems."

"My dear sir, I am very happy in that area and do not need these things to help me." Geralt put the potion away.

Harry explained: "It's other issues."

"We'll talk about this later when Madam Pomfrey comes over."

Snape ate in silence.

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat and pulled something out, placing it on the table. "Speaking of gains in Avalon, I got this."

The golden apples glowed faintly on the table.

"Golden Apple?" Snape sniffed gently. The rich apple fragrance made him sober up. "The one in the legend?"

Harry nodded.

"Want to make it into a potion?" Snape didn't touch it. "You should give it to Sprout. Maybe she can grow it."

Harry shook his head. "Its power is dissipating, very slowly, but compared to yesterday, it has dissipated by nearly one percent."

“Is there any way to save it?”

As he spoke, he took out a bottle from the Sorting Hat, which was filled with milky white liquid that emitted a dim light.

"It is the sap of the golden apple tree."

"The situation is worse than the golden apple. Almost one third of the magic power has been lost."

"If you can't preserve it, make it into a potion as soon as possible."

Snape said sarcastically: "Is Professor Potter giving me homework now?"

"I'll keep a copy." Harry shook his head. "In case I fail, I still have Master Snape as a backup."

Snape snorted, said nothing, waved his wand, and put away the golden apple and sap.

"The Thunder Potion we used in Avalon was created by Master Snape," Harry introduced to Geralt. "Many of the ingredients are not available here. They were all improved little by little by him."

Geralt's eyes immediately turned respectful.

Brewing potions is not difficult, but adjusting the potion formula is very difficult.

Snape narrowed his eyes, noting the single word "here" in Harry's words.

Yennefer also got up quickly, and like Geralt, she was guided by the house-elf to go to the hall to eat.

"Where is Mr. Dumbledore?" Yennefer poked her head in after putting the last piece of muffin into her mouth.

"Here it comes." Harry said softly.

A flame appeared before them.

Dumbledore appeared with someone in his arms: "I'm going to pick up Poppy."

"Mr. Snape knows about Harry's affairs. Does this lady know about it?" Yennefer asked bluntly.

Dumbledore shook his head.

Yennefer waved her hand and said, "Then this lady, please leave for a moment. Let's discuss Harry's matter first?"

"Madam Pomfrey is trustworthy." Harry said softly, "It's just that Dumbledore didn't tell them before because he was afraid that they would worry about me."

"But compared to what's in my forehead, let Madam Pomfrey examine you first."

Yennefer frowned: "Harry, I have been like this for decades."

"Me too," Harry interrupted.

"Ye, listen to Harry." Geralt said, "He is a very reliable person."

Yennefer chuckled: "At least more reliable than you."

Geralt shook his head helplessly.

At least……

So Yennefer agreed.

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath, waved her wand, and conjured up a bed: "Madam, please lie down on it now."

Yennefer followed her instructions.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand lightly, and a spell fell on her. Soon, her eyebrows were twisted.