"food".

When this word was uttered, Geralt, who was trying to find a way to hide the weapon, was startled.

He looked down in disbelief.

This feel, this weight...

Is this food?

Even the hardest black bread he had ever seen was not as good as this piece, and it was difficult to saw it with a saw.

"Sorry, it's a matter of custom. I've never seen this kind of food." Geralt apologized earnestly, put the cake into his mouth, chewed it, and with a crunching sound, he broke off a piece with his back teeth with great effort. "It tastes very good! Really good."

Hagrid was honest and had a panicked look on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you."

Harry coughed twice: "Hagrid, let me talk about what happened before first."

Hagrid nodded repeatedly and looked at Geralt. "This gentleman wants a child. Is that normal?"

He asked cryptically, his face turning even redder.

Although more than a year has passed, he has not yet confirmed his relationship with Ms. Maxim.

There is no doubt that he is more innocent than almost any young wizard in Hogwarts who is above the fourth grade.

"It's normal and very pleasant." Geralt looked at Yennefer with a smile in his eyes.

Hagrid nodded.

Geralt patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, sir. I am a very good man. I am excellent in all aspects, including that aspect."

"Sometimes it's not like that." Yennefer said.

Geralt gritted his teeth: "Sometimes it's just too tiring."

Yennefer turned her head away and laughed.

"It's mainly because their bodies have undergone some mutations and are not the same as ordinary people." Harry continued softly, "Just like unicorns and thestrals."

"Reproductive isolation?" Hagrid uttered a very professional word that was very inconsistent with his appearance.

Harry nodded. "Almost the same, but the details may be different."

Hagrid stared at Geralt and Yennefer thoughtfully: "You are human beings, this is not easy."

Um?

Geralt and Yennefer narrowed their eyes.

"I mean, I can't just look at you guys the same way I look at magical creatures," Hagrid stammered as he explained, "It just so happens that I'm going to see Mr. Scamander next week. Can you give me a copy of your genetic information?"

Harry said softly: "Yennefer has been injured, I'm afraid she can't provide it for the time being."

"Only Geralt's?"

Hagrid looked at Yennefer somewhat bewilderedly. He didn't quite understand what the injury had to do with providing that thing.

But Harry said no, so no.

"Only male samples? That's fine, Mr. Scamander and I will study it first." Hagrid nodded and looked straight at Geralt.

Harry and the others also looked over there.

They stared at Geralt together.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Geralt lowered his head and looked at his belt. “I can’t take it out now.”

Harry chuckled and said, "Geralt, we are all men. The only lady is Yennefer."

Geralt looked at the bed, and it seemed as if his eyes could see through the bed and see Fang shivering under the bed.

"That's a male too." Before he could speak, Harry took the lead.

Geralt sighed. "I don't think this is a good idea. How about I collect some tonight and give them to you tomorrow?"

"It will lose its activity," Harry said.

Hagrid was very honest and didn't understand what Harry meant. He said honestly, "No, as long as it is stored properly, it can usually be kept for one to three days."

"I'll write you a preservation method."

"This can also be used to verify that if there is no problem with the preservation method but the activity is lost quickly, the cause of the problem can be found directly."

He waved his wand, and a large piece of parchment and a peacock feather pen flew out, and he wrote a few lines on them.

Geralt narrowed his eyes and looked at his beloved son: "Harry."

"Isn't it interesting?" Harry asked calmly.

Geralt waved his hand. "I'd find it interesting if you did it."

Hagrid finished writing quickly, and considerately shrunk the parchment to a size suitable for a normal person. He held it carefully and handed it to Geralt: "Just follow the instructions. It's not complicated."

“Thank you.” Geralt accepted it.

Harry spoke again: "Hagrid, are the Thestrals still in the Forbidden Forest? Prepare four for us."

"Thestrals?" Hagrid tilted his head. "If we want to go out, wouldn't a motorcycle be better?"

"We are going deep into the Forbidden Forest." Harry cleared up his confusion.

Hagrid nodded: "Then I'll go find them for you."

He raised his hand and tapped her breasts lightly: "Ya Ya, we have to go out."

Under the bed, the sturdy hound didn't move or even make a sound.

"Fang?" Hagrid called again.

There was no response from under the bed.

He muttered, "Where's Fang going, Harry? I thought I saw him running under the bed just now."

"Ya Ya probably wouldn't dare to come out right now." Harry looked expressionless under the bed, "Give it some time to rest."

In the room, there are two demon hunters.

When it comes to special attacks against animals, Yaya is very keen to notice that the danger is doubled.

Hagrid stood up, holding his knees. "Okay, I'll go find the Thestrals for you."

They followed Hagrid out and watched his figure disappear into the dense woods. After a while, he reappeared, grabbing four skinny, dark horses and coming out of the woods - it could be seen that the four Thestrals were a little resistant, but they were no match for Professor Hagrid and were dragged out.

"Can you see it?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

Geralt and Yennefer were a little confused.

"Dumbledore, let me introduce you to Geralt. Like me, I have a butcher's nickname, the Butcher of Blaviken." Harry said softly.

Dumbledore was surprised.

Geralt was also surprised: "Harry, you are the same as me?"

"The Butcher of Blaviken" was not a very flattering title, and he had never disliked it, but for some reason, he had never objected.

Harry nodded. "More than a year ago, the Death Eaters, the group of Voldemort's henchmen, set a trap but I killed a group of them. The Ministry of Magic has always had some problems with their brains and refused to admit that there was a problem with the Death Eaters' identities, so they deducted the honorary title of the Butcher of Little Hangleton from me."

“Because more Death Eaters are Ministers of Magic?” Geralt followed them, towards the Thestrals.

Witchers don't get involved in politics, but that doesn't mean they don't understand it, especially Geralt.

He was always more or less, actively or passively involved in those court struggles.

Harry made no comment.

As they approached, the four Thestrals gradually calmed down, blinking their eyes and staring at Harry curiously.

They knew this person, who had once caused chaos in the Forbidden Forest.

but……

I haven't seen him for so long, he has changed.

There was a pleasant, familiar scent on him.

A night marmot came close boldly, sniffed, and then came up to him affectionately, caressing his arm.

"Harry, when did you become so familiar with the Thestrals?" Hagrid was a little envious. Thestrals were not very close to humans, and their natural attributes determined this. Even Hagrid, as a master of magical creatures, could not be so close to the Thestrals even though he was trusted by the unicorns.

Except when feeding, Yezhi would occasionally act coquettishly towards him, but most of the time he would ignore him.

"It should be because of the breath of death." Harry touched the Thestral's head with his backhand, and his actions became increasingly excessive.

After returning from Avalon, the information that was tainted from behind the veil has never faded.

"How about taking us to the heart of the Forbidden Forest?" Harry asked a Thestral.

Ye Qi snorted and nodded in response.

They each rode a horse and sat astride it.

This kind of horse is not comfortable to ride. It is too thin, with bones pressing against the hips. There are no stirrups, and the feet feel empty. You have to hold the neck to make sure you won't fall off.

The Thestrals flapped their wings and flew up.

Harry gave directions in its ear.

They were flying quite fast and soon arrived at the place Harry pointed out. They landed smoothly from the high school and left a series of clattering sounds of horses' hooves.

"Wait for us here for a moment." Harry patted its head, took out a large piece of raw meat from the Sorting Hat and threw it on the ground.

Dumbledore watched his movements and said, "Fortunately, the Sorting Hat made an appointment to go out with Hideaway today, otherwise it would have complained about why you stuffed weird things into it."

Geralt was a little envious: "This is a really good thing. It's so small, but it can hold so many things."

"Don't worry, I'll prepare everything for you." Harry comforted him and led the way forward.

A ruined garden soon appeared before their eyes.

It is not large in scale. More than two years later, some walls collapsed in the wind and rain, allowing us to see the scenery in the garden more intuitively.

Harry had been here once before and knew there were no traps.

Lead them straight to the pavilion.

The moss climbed up again and covered the mark again. Harry waved his wand, and the moss grew faster and withered quickly, peeling off from the stone pillar and falling to the ground, revealing a sloppy mark - a swallow flying with its arms and wings spread.

Ciri's mark, it has always been here.

This is the only one in this garden.

“Is this trace related to Ciri?” Geralt asked.

Harry nodded. "The elves call Ciri, Jivielle, which means swallow in the Elvish language."

"Is this the only trace?" Yennefer tried to use magic to resonate with the trace - but there was no magic here as she had imagined, and the badge did not respond at all.

Harry said helplessly, "A thousand years is too long. All traces have been erased, except for this symbolic badge."

"However, during the Gryffindor Trial, I also learned about Ciri. It was related to a knight named Galahad. She is here and left me clues about Avalon."

“But that’s about it.”

"Avalon has to do with you, not Ciri."

Geralt thought for a moment, "Then we have to look for Ciri."

"The Wild Hunt in the Germanic region and the knight named Galahad are both key clues."

Harry nodded. "That's right."