“Let me take another look here.” Geralt squatted down and picked at some other patches of moss.

Harry waved his wand.

The moss peeled off and the dead grass quickly merged into the soil.

There was a buzzing sound in the pavilion.

The stone platform in the center twisted and opened like a door, revealing a downward passage - this was the way to the room where Godric was, and it could still be opened without inserting the Sword of Gryffindor.

Geralt examined it carefully.

But the final result was the same as Harry's, there was only a small mark on that stone pillar.

Swallows spread their wings and flew thousands of years ago.

But now it is a thousand years later, where did she fly to?

They boarded the Thestrals and returned to Hogwarts.

In the auditorium.

Harry conjured up parchment and floated it vertically in front of them. "Let's sort this out."

"Now we have to do two things. One is to find Voldemort, and the other is to look for Ciri's traces and what she might have left in this world."

Because I am in this world.

Geralt and Yennefer have also been sleeping in this world, and Ciri knows that she will find a way to wake them up.

"The memories in Bella's mind may not be true. I tried it last night and it was severely damaged. Some memories were even stripped away and cannot be restored."

"But his desire to find the Wild Hunt should not be false."

"He can't find the three Hallows, and Grindelwald won't join forces with him."

As Harry spoke, the quill drew a map of the European plate on the paper, with the Germanic region shining brightly.

"Dumbledore said that the Wild Hunt had frequently appeared in this area. It is obvious that Ciri had been active in this area."

Here Harry paused and tapped his wand on the parchment.

The map of Great Britain instantly enlarged.

"Of course, the most important thing should be something related to Galahad. Ciri has the blood of the ancients, and she can see the future." Harry continued softly, "She should leave some key intelligence information there."

Dumbledore thought.

Yennefer curled her lips and said, "The woman in Avalon should have had contact with Ciri. Did the man named Voldemort read the woman's memory like you?"

Harry nodded.

“Then the question now is not whether Voldemort will look for the Wild Hunt, but whether that person will attack Ciri!” Yennefer slammed the table and emphasized, “He knows Ciri’s ability!!”

Harry comforted her: "Yennefer, there is no legend of 'Ancient Blood' in our world. Time and space are both very advanced magic. Voldemort knows Ciri's ability and only regards her as a very powerful witch. He is a weak person and dare not provoke Ciri easily."

Yennefer pursed her lips.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "That's right. With Harry and I's current level of magic, we can only play with space in a superficial way. As for time... we can't do anything about it."

Yennefer sat back and said nothing more.

Harry tapped the parchment again, and the map was enlarged again. The Scottish Highlands and Hogwarts appeared in front of them one by one. "Albus, do you remember the saying we cared about two years ago?"

"Are you saying that Voldemort hid a Horcrux in Hogwarts?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore said softly, "But we have been looking for two years and have never found it."

"Voldemort won't be found so easily." Harry sighed, "He's lived here for seven years, and he comes out every night to look for the women's bathroom..."

"Since the secret room was leaked, hasn't anyone found it except him?"

"Including you."

Dumbledore nodded. He had indeed been searching for the Chamber of Secrets for a long time but couldn't find it.

"What else is hidden in Hogwarts?" Harry looked up at the transparent ceiling that showed the sky outside. "No one can tell."

"Although I haven't found it yet, I still hold this suspicion."

Having said this, he clapped his hands lightly.

“Now it’s clear what we have to do.”

“We have to go to the Germanic region and look for traces of the Wild Hunt and Ciri…” Harry’s eyes moved around the remaining three people in the room and finally stopped on Geralt.

"That's fine with me." Geralt nodded.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, "Put a man with Geralt who doesn't know as much about the world as a wizard."

"Let Lupin go with him?" Dumbledore suggested a candidate.

Harry smiled slightly. "George and Fred have just graduated, and you poached their most capable staff."

"And with Geralt."

Dumbledore hummed in confusion.

Harry went on to say, "Lupin, my uncle Remus, is a werewolf, but he has never hurt anyone as a werewolf. Now Professor Snape and I are studying how to cure his lycanthropy."

Geralt nodded: "Don't worry, I will be gentle with him."

"Then I will go to look for Ciri in Great Britain?" Yennefer said impatiently, "Give me a helper. I think those house elves are great."

Dumbledore responded, "Of course, Lady Yennefer."

"I can go with you before school starts, Yennefer," Harry said. "If you don't hate teleporting, Geralt, you can actually come back every day via the portkey."

Geralt raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, and muttered in distress: "Please spare me."

An occasional teleport is fine.

But teleporting back and forth every day is tantamount to torture for a demon hunter.

They discussed.

Dumbledore was very interested in the magical knowledge of another world, and so was Yennefer. They communicated with each other, and Harry listened quietly and offered some opinions from time to time. Only Geralt sat aside like an outsider - although he also had the qualifications to become a warlock, he did not know magic.

at the same time.

In the Ministry of Magic.

In the Auror's office, Scrimgeour took a deep breath and called out to his subordinates: "Good news, Voldemort is dead."

The Aurors blinked and stared at their director in disbelief.

this……

This news is a bit hard to accept.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore told me." Scrimgeour emphasized, "This news cannot be false."

"Tonks."

He called out a name.

Tonks responded.

"You will take a team of Aurors to Malfoy Manor and clean it up," Scrimgeour ordered. "And the rest of you, come with me to the Department of Mysteries. This is the best opportunity. We need to settle accounts with these..."

He didn't finish his words.

A piece of paper suddenly flew in front of him and was quickly unfolded.

It was a notice from Thicknesse, asking him to attend a meeting.

"What's the matter, Mr. Scrimgeour?" Tonks asked, leaning over, eager to read the contents of the note.

Scrimgeour did not stop her: "Take the people to Malfoy Manor first."

"I'll go see what Thickness wants to do at this hour."

He straightened his robes, cast a beauty spell, fixed his hair, and ran upstairs.

Just pushed the door and walked in.

Scrimgeour realized that he was the last one to be notified.

Officials from other departments of the Ministry of Magic, including some in logistics, and those with the title of "official" also appeared here.

The most eye-catching.

Still, there were two people tied up in front of the minister’s desk.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you are finally here." Thicknesse greeted him cordially. "Now that everyone is here, I have a few things to say to you all."

Scrimgeour's heart skipped a beat.

Thicknesse bowed. "First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone for being too aggressive towards Mr. Potter and Hogwarts some time ago, causing the Ministry of Magic to suffer considerable financial and reputational losses."

"Of course, this was not my intention, but I had to do it."

He said, taking a deep breath: "I was controlled by the dark... the dark devil."

"I knew exactly what I was doing, but I couldn't resist."

In the office, people who didn't know what was going on were in an uproar.

Scrimgeour's face grew grave.

Sinix continued, "Don't be so surprised. It's not that I have the ability to escape the control of the mysterious man, but that the mysterious man is dead."

"Just yesterday, he was defeated and killed by Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore himself."

Scrimgeour clenched his fists - he should have been the one to tell the news.

There was another huge uproar in the office.

Thicknesse waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet. "In the Ministry of Magic, there have always been You-Know-Who's lackeys, termites called Death Eaters! It is these two, the Unspeakables lurking in the Department of Mysteries, who have been providing assistance to You-Know-Who."

"As soon as I found out that I could break free from the mysterious man's control, I found them and captured them as soon as possible."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"I know very well that even if I do this, it cannot make up for the losses caused by the mysterious man, nor can it completely clear myself."

"I just want to prove two points."

"First of all, my heart is always on the side of justice."

"Secondly, I hope that others who have been coerced by You-Know-Who will stand up bravely like me. You-Know-Who is dead. What we need to do is to completely eliminate the influence of You-Know-Who. We can't let the Death Eaters cause trouble in the Ministry of Magic like Fudge did when he was in power."

He glanced at the crowd.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other with suspicion and suspicion of each other.

Thicknesse raised his hand. "And one last thing."

"My experience has made me no longer qualified to serve as Minister of Magic. In exercising my last power as Minister of Magic, I propose that a new Minister of Magic be selected."

"I think Mr. Scrimgeour would be perfect for that."

"He has always performed very well. He has always stood with Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Potter at the forefront of the fight against Voldemort."

As soon as he said this, Scrimgeour's face became even uglier.