Yennefer is not an easy person to get along with.

The witchers knew it well.

Madam Pomfrey also realized this during the brief contact, and if it wasn't for Harry and Dumbledore's sake, she would not have wanted to examine the body of such a person.

But soon, her eyebrows twisted in another way.

"The lady is not in good health," she said, waving her wand again.

Geralt whispered, "What happened to her?"

Madam Pomfrey: "The body is very young, just like the appearance, in the twenties, but the internal organs are very old, even a little fragile, in the forties or fifties."

Geralt was startled.

"Ma'am, I have to remind you." Yennefer sneered and said, "In Harry's mouth, I am an old woman. In five years, my age should exceed three digits."

Three digits...

Madam Pomfrey was stunned, and it took her a while to react before she understood what Yennefer meant.

"You look very young." Madam Pomfrey was very respectful to her elders. "But you need to correct some of your living habits. You can't be like Headmaster Dumbledore. You need to pay attention to your health."

"besides."

"There are problems with her shoulders and spine. There are traces of corrections, but the level of the surgeon who performed the surgery on the lady was quite poor. They only corrected the appearance. In most cases, magic has to be used to maintain the condition. Hmm... It's a very special kind of magic that I have never seen before. It's very interesting."

"I'm sorry, what I meant is that this is very hard, it's better to just use magic to completely correct it."

Yennefer said nothing and pursed her lips tightly.

"These are still minor problems." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "The worst is the lady's... ovaries and uterus, which have shrunk like wrinkled dead leaves."

“It’s not a physiological reason.”

"It was destroyed by magic. It's a very special kind of magic, the same magic that the lady uses to protect her spine and body."

Yennefer whispered: "This is the price of learning magic."

"Studying the Dark Arts?" Madam Pomfrey was very calm, as if she was used to this kind of thing. "It doesn't feel like a curse, nor is it a punishment for breaking the oath. There is still a chance to save it, but this is the first time I have encountered such a situation. You have to give me some time to study it."

If it was simply internal organ damage caused by magic, she would have handled it very skillfully - after all, anything could happen in Hogwarts, to these young wizards who had just been exposed to magic.

But it happened to an elder, and it was a curse that he had never encountered before...

"What kind of magic have you studied that caused this?" Madam Pomfrey tried to cast a healing spell, but it was of no use. Those organs that had been eroded by magic and atrophied for nearly a lifetime could not be easily fixed by a spell.

Dumbledore said, "Another system of magic."

"Lady Yennefer, I wonder if you would like to tell Poppy?"

Yennefer lay down: "Harry, are they trustworthy?"

"Madam Pomfrey can definitely do it." Harry nodded. "So can Albus. He has a lot of knowledge. With him around, it should be faster."

Yennefer nodded: "That's no problem at all."

"Have you finished checking now? I don't have much experience lying in front of so many people."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, her tone as gentle as possible: "Of course."

Yennefer climbed down and walked over to Geralt. "Now can we talk about Harry? What's that soul on his forehead? I examined him before, but didn't find anything."

"The essence of a Horcrux is simply a soul," Dumbledore answered her, "and the soul on Harry's head is very weak. It can't even condense the independent consciousness of Voldemort or the owner of the Horcrux."

"I didn't notice it either. It was Harry who reminded me."

Ye Naifa said aggressively: "Can't you peel it off?"

"If I had discovered it at the beginning." Dumbledore said with some guilt, "But it has been so long that they are almost grown together. With my current ability, it is hard to say whether it will not damage Harry's soul if I want to separate them."

"Harry told me that you are the greatest white wizard." Yennefer said with a hint of sarcasm.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Yennefer waved her hand: "Harry mentioned that magic related to the soul is in the restricted area. I want to go in and look for a solution."

"I don't think you will refuse. Only a madman would think it's safe for Harry to have a piece of someone else's soul on his head."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then raised his hand and pushed up his glasses: "Of course, I welcome you."

"It's just... Lady Yennefer, we are from two different worlds after all. Although we both have magic, it doesn't look the same. In our world, black magic can distort a person's soul, so every book you bring out needs to be reviewed by me."

"And I'll have the house elves keep an eye on you."

Yennefer glanced at the man next to her: "Just don't stare at me when Geralt and I are doing something happy."

"Don't worry, I don't have the habit of prying into other people's privacy." Dumbledore promised immediately.

Harry and Snape immediately sneered.

Dumbledore emphasized: "Not really."

"Then let's go now." Yennefer said decisively, "Where is the library?"

Harry shook his head: "Yennefer, don't worry, we still have two things to do."

"Take you to see Hagrid."

"And go see the traces left by Ciri."

The former, going to see Mr. Hagrid, was not very important to Yennefer - there was hope for curing the uterus and ovaries, but it obviously would take time. Compared to things that were promising, she felt that the thing on Harry's head was more worthy of her concern. When she mocked Dumbledore, she was also mocking herself.

I didn’t realize it myself!

He was still complacent, thinking that this was a symbol of "talent", just like Harry's ability to talk to snakes.

But the latter, Ciri's trace, made her heart skip a beat.

One is a son and the other is a daughter.

Both are important.

She was conflicted.

"Come on, Ye, let's just follow Harry's arrangements." Geralt advised him, "It's not too late to read after we come back."

"Mr. Dumbledore, please prepare it for Yennefer."

Yennefer nodded: "Then we will go quickly and come back quickly. Please put the books about souls in the house we stayed in yesterday."

"Severus." Dumbledore turned his head.

Snape sneered: "Albus, Potter just gave me some very troublesome things."

"I plan to go with them." Dumbledore smiled, his voice as gentle as his smile.

Snape stared at him.

Dumbledore went on to say, "This is to deal with the piece of soul on Harry's forehead."

Snape tilted his head: "Albus, you are more troublesome than Potter."

Reluctantly, but still agreed.

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips and tried to hold back a smile: "Professor Snape, I also need to go to the library to look up some information. Let's go together."

They split up, one group went into the castle, and the other group went outside the castle.

Passing through the corridors and long corridors, we arrived at the edge of the forbidden forest, in front of a huge house.

Harry walked up and knocked on the door.

Inside the door, the dog was scratching at the door and barking happily.

The person in the room opened the door with a mutter, and the dog inside immediately became quiet. It sensed more than one dangerous aura, and with a howl, it ran back into the depths of the room.

"Harry, why is it you?" Hagrid was a little surprised. "I mean, it's summer vacation now, why are you still in Hogwarts?"

"And Mr. Dumbledore."

"Oh... there are two strange guests."

He stepped aside and made way for her: "Come in and sit down?"

Harry walked in, followed by Dumbledore, and then Yennefer and Geralt.

"Would you like something to drink?" Hagrid greeted warmly. Every summer vacation was the loneliest time for him. In the past, he could go to the Three Broomsticks or the Leaky Cauldron to have fun, but now he couldn't even go to those places often. There was always someone dragging him around, trying to use gold Galleons to persuade him to do something.

If Dumbledore hadn't been there to keep an eye on him, he wouldn't know how many times he would have been tricked.

"No, there is something I want to say." Harry shook his head.

Hagrid dragged a stool over. "Is it about finding the giant?"

"I have made an appointment with Ms. Maxime, but she has some school stuff to do, and I have a magical beast council to attend next week. We decided to set off in August, and Mr. Scamander will be there too. A month is enough time for us to find the giant."

Dumbledore was pleased: "Thank you for your hard work, Rubeus."

Things became more organized, and even Hagrid grew up.

Although he only started growing up in his seventies...

"No, not that." Harry shook his head. "It's about breeding magical creatures, like you breed Blast-Ended Skrewts."

Hagrid hesitated. He lowered his voice and said, "Harry, have you told anyone else about this?"

"It is illegal to breed magical creatures privately."

"I bred the Exploding-Ended Skrewts under the pretext of the Triwizard Tournament..."

"But if only Hermione and Ron know about it, I have no problem with that. What kind of new species do you want to breed? Do you have any ideas?"

Harry deadpanned, "No, not a new species."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Geralt: "This is an elder I respect very much, but due to some reasons, his body mutated and he can't make a normal woman pregnant, so I want to see if you can think of a solution."

"Harry, he has the same eyes as you," exclaimed Hagrid, who had just noticed this.

Harry nodded.

"The elders of the Potter family?" Hagrid asked enthusiastically, grabbing the thick wand beside the bed, and gently waving it. A large number of rock cakes flew over, "Here, you're welcome."

Geralt picked up a piece, weighed it in his hand, and tapped it a few times. "Oh, a very nice weapon."

"But I still prefer swords..."

Hagrid's face stiffened.

Harry reminded quietly: "Geralt, this is food."