The Gryffindors listened to the words of the Wizengamot wizard, as well as the envious voices of students from other houses, with complicated expressions.

What you want...

That was something Harry had just said he didn't really want.

The award ceremony took place.

If it can't be held at the Ministry of Magic or the Wizengamot, then move it to Hogwarts.

But all this had nothing to do with Harry. He left after dinner and no one stopped him.

It doesn't matter to the Wizengamot whether Harry is present or not. In fact... Harry's absence is actually a good thing for the Wizengamot. They have more and bigger space to perform.

Winter had come long ago, but they were enthusiastic and indignant.

In the Germanic region, Geralt lay comfortably on the soft bed, next to him was a huge French window, with howling wind and blizzard.

This was the most comfortable and enjoyable trip he had had in all these years.

No need to worry about food or accommodation.

Even the time I stayed in the palace was not as good as any hotel I stayed in on this trip.

He turned the letter in his hand.

It was written by Yennefer to herself, telling about her discovery in Great Britain.

Ciri did leave some traces.

But these are just traces, and we haven’t found anything key or other clues yet.

The remaining text is a collection of sentences that express lovesickness without revealing the emotions too explicitly and seem a little awkward.

Geralt put the letter down and glanced out the window.

Yennefer gained nothing, he gained nothing - the Wild Hunt became a legend in this world, and he even found the corpse of a Wild Hunt dog, proving that the Wild Hunt had indeed visited this world thousands of years ago, but he still could not find the Wild Hunt now, at this time.

Winter is here, and the snow and wind are so strong that it's difficult to move around.

Wait until the snow stops a bit...

And in Great Britain.

In a small canyon, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the scene in front of him with fanatical eyes.

The milky white portal opened.

A group of men in armor walked out.

The first thing they noticed was Barty Crouch Jr., and they drew their weapons.

A different kind of wind and snow rushed out from the portal, making the already cold weather even more biting.

"Put down your weapons, we can be friends. Don't you want Ciri?" Barty Crouch Jr. said, waving his wand. The magic temporarily stopped the White Frost and the group of Wild Hunt Knights.

He is a very good wizard.

Although it is a simple matter for Harry and Dumbledore to get twelve "O's", it does not mean that getting twelve "O's" is easy. The three Weasley children, Charlie, Bill and Percy, are all excellent and got twelve certificates, but not twelve "O's".

Barty Crouch Jr. was very talented, which was why he was recognized by Voldemort and became his godson.

The Wild Hunt Knights stopped moving.

One of them said, "Do you know Ciri?"

"Of course, I know." Crouch nodded. "Are you looking for her because of the Ancient Blood?"

The Wild Hunt's voice was as sharp as a knife: "You seem to know a lot?"

"I know more than you think." Crouch lowered his voice, raised his hand and pointed at his head, "It's just not easy to find you. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"For example, the blood of the ancients can travel through time and space."

"For example..."

"Ciri came to this world a thousand years ago and left behind her bloodline."

Wild Hunt was shocked: "Bloodline?"

Crouch nodded: "Yes, I know where he is."

"Where are the descendants of the ancient hemostatics?" The Wild Hunt took a step forward, and the White Frost pounced on him even more fiercely.

Crouch shook his head: "Can you let your master or commander talk to me?"

“I think we need to work together.”

The aura of the Wild Hunts became dangerous.

cooperate?

Ain El needs no allies, only the conquered and the conquered.

"This world is much more dangerous than you think." Crouch said softly, "Wouldn't it be easier to find the Ancient Blood if someone helps you?"

"As a gesture of sincerity."

"I can tell you the name of the descendant of the Ancient Blood. His name is Harry Potter. He is a very powerful and difficult wizard."

He had no idea about Harry and Ciri's relationship.

In the memories left by Voldemort, there is only the message that Geralt and Yennefer are not from this world. Ciri also travels through the world and introduces Geralt and Yennefer as father and mother-like figures.

So take a wild guess.

Ciri and Harry may be related by blood.

After all, Geralt and Harry have the same eyes.

The Wild Hunt fell silent.

News about the descendants of the Ancient Blood is extremely important.

"We will report this matter back." One person said, turning around and walking towards the white portal. "Wait here, we will be back."

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded.

When the Wild Hunt and the portal disappeared, he waved his wand gently.

The white frost that had not yet dissipated was surging.

It was filled with a strange magic that resisted Crouch's magic.

Crouch was very curious about this kind of thing, but when he was at Malfoy Manor, he only dared to take a quick glance and did not dare to stay too long, for fear of being caught by Harry.

This peculiar nature did not disappoint his expectations.

When the Wild Hunt came back again, Crouch collected some hoarfrost and preserved it using magic.

"Lord Eredin wants to see you." A Wild Hunt spoke.

Several other people came out carrying a bunch of instruments that Crouch had never seen before, placed them on the ground, and then cast magic, reciting a complex and elegant text in a strange language he had never heard of. A subtle light surged on the instruments, and a light curtain of light spread out, revealing a human figure.

He is a tall, strong man with fair skin and dark blue eyes, like the moon reflected on the sea.

Dressed in luxurious, ancient robes, he looked majestic and superior.

"Harry?" he asked, his voice full of magnetism, "Are you sure he is Ciri's child?"

Crouch asked, "Do you know Harry?"

"I've heard of it before." Eredin nodded, "But what I know is that he is just a child adopted by Geralt and Yennefer."

"Geralt and Yennefer are also in this world." Crouch caught the expression that flashed across his face.

Eredin whispered: "They are also in this world?"

Crouch nodded: "Of course."

That was all he had to say. He just uttered these two words and didn't intend to continue.

"Then tell me what you want as a reward." Eredin nodded and glanced down at him condescendingly.

Crouch whispered, "I want two things."

"It's the same knowledge, the magical knowledge of your world."

"It's the same force of wind and snow that follows you."