Harry took the letter down, and the owl hopped into Aberforth's arms.

There are three people in the room.

Don't mess with them.

Harry was not troubled by his style of doing things, but by Hedwig. As the bully of Hogwarts, Ms. Hedwig made a stern statement that it was okay to deliver letters, but no owl or cat was allowed to deliberately approach their master Harry under the pretext of delivering letters or for any other reason, and then act cute and beg for food.

If an owl did something like this, it would be left to Crookshanks to deal with it. The ginger-faced kitten was an expert at catching owls. Even Hedwig and Bows would be no match for the cat if they fought alone, unless they joined forces.

If any other animal did something like this, depending on the size of the animal, Ron could send out Hedwig and Bowes, or call on Crookshanks as well. If that didn't work, he could call for outside help. Ron would always be a qualified fighter.

This owl has never been beaten.

But it saw its colleague being beaten with its own eyes.

Three cats, no, two owls and a cat grabbed the postman who was just sticking to Harry and asking for a bag of owl food, and they were pressed into the corner and beaten. Of course, Hedwig and the others didn't kill him, but they just hoped that all pets or postmen would remember one thing, that is, they are not allowed to privately possess a large amount of owl food, the kind made by Aunt Petunia.

The poor postman lost a total of five tail feathers and was depressed in the owl shed of the Ministry of Magic for several days. Only after other owls secretly fed him some owl rations did he cheer up and continue working.

Snape looked too cold, even colder than the water with ice in his hand.

It just flew in from outside.

Dumbledore looked like someone who was easy to bully, but... Owl knew him and knew what kind of person he was. Of course, he was indeed a good and gentle person, but his identity made even Owl feel pressured.

There were four people in the room. The last one left looked sloppy, but the owl would not despise him. He flew up and jumped, and snuggled comfortably in Aberforth's arms.

The letter is not long.

After Harry finished reading, he looked at the letter in Dumbledore's hand: "It's the same as mine."

"It seems that Scrimgeour is really a little panicked."

Dumbledore nodded and sighed, "It's not his fault that this happened."

Snape looked at the two of them in confusion, wondering what they were talking about.

"The Wild Hunt showed up," Harry said simply, "and they took someone away."

"You said Scrimgeour was panicking." Snape imitated Harry's previous behavior and looked thoughtful. "Did the Wild Hunt capture Thicknesse?"

Harry shook his head and looked at him in surprise: "Why would you think so?"

"If it was Thicknesse who was captured, Scrimgeour would be so happy that his biggest trouble would be solved by force majeure."

Snape frowned.

Dumbledore looked at Aberforth and said, "The people who were taken away are Midalan Goshawk and Bathilda Bagshot."

"I am deeply sorry that Lady Goshawk was arrested," Aberforth said, "but Bagshot...she should have been arrested sooner."

"Hmm?" Harry asked doubtfully.

He was very familiar with these two names, or rather, any young wizard born in Hogwarts would be very familiar with them.

Miranda Goshawk is the most famous and recognized spell master of this century. Whether from the degree of social recognition or Professor Flitwick's private discussions, he believes that Goshawk is better than himself. This can be seen from the fact that the textbooks for grades 1 to 7 at Hogwarts are all written by Ms. Goshawk, The Standard Book of Spells.

As for Bathilda Bagshot, the young wizards may not be as familiar to her as Ms. Goshawk, but she is also the compiler of Hogwarts textbooks and the author of "A History of Magic".

Both of them are excellent white wizards.

But why...

Aberforth actually looked so disgusted when he mentioned Bagshot.

"There are some complexities here..." Dumbledore began tactfully.

"Bagshot is the aunt of that bastard." Aberforth didn't have as much concerns as he did, and spoke directly, "After he was expelled from Durmstrang, he had nowhere to go, so he had to come to his aunt's house for a vacation in shame."

"That is the source of all evil and chaos."

"If Bagshot had been captured by the Wild Hunt earlier, none of this would have happened."

Dumbledore said nothing.

Harry shook his head. "That's not the case."

Aberforth looked over, his eyes becoming fierce and dangerous.

"He is looking for the Three Hallows. As long as he is looking for them, he will come to Godric's Hollow sooner or later." Harry said softly.

Aberforth froze.

"He has clairvoyance," Harry reminded him.

Aberforth gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Over the years, he had had countless beautiful dreams - Bagshot was dead, Grindelwald could not find any reason to come to Godric's Hollow, Dumbledore would at most be depressed at home for a while, and he would become a professor at Hogwarts safely.

Ariana wouldn't have any problems either. Perhaps, without so many tedious things to deal with, Dumbledore could focus on Ariana and get rid of the Obscurus, which would at least allow her to live happily for a few more years.

My family won’t...

"Harry, you shouldn't tell me these things." Aberforth took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Harry looked at him and said, "You can't get out of the past if you dwell on it."

Aberforth said nothing.

"Why arrest them?" Snape couldn't understand.

Those two respected witches were already very old. Goshawk was younger, but she was also seventy-five years old. Moreover, they never participated in any activities, whether it was Grindelwald in the past or Voldemort now.

"The Wild Hunt are not fools." Harry finished the water in the cup, his teeth aching from the cold. "I'm afraid they have developed some interest in our world."

“Magic is the mind.”

"I'm afraid that Crouch, or Voldemort, or that unknown helper, let the Wild Hunt know that our magic may be able to control the Hoarfrost."

"They want the Ancient Blood in order to avoid the White Frost, but if this can be solved, then I think they would be happy with it."

“If you want to conquer the world, you have to understand the world.”

"What better way to understand this world than through a historian, a spellcaster?"

Dumbledore secretly made the water in the cup disappear and placed it next to Harry's cup: "So now we have to officially face the Wild Hunt?"

Harry nodded, "Come on, I'm afraid we need to go to Godric's Hollow."

"By the way, Albus, remember to block the secret passage."