Hogwarts.

When Harry and the others returned, they happened to meet Geralt who came out in a short shirt, ready to exercise.

"Were you so busy that you didn't sleep all night?" He could immediately see the deep fatigue hidden on Dumbledore and Snape's faces.

"That's obvious." Harry nodded. "Geralt, I'll see you in the headmaster's office later."

Dumbledore kindly reminded him: "The password is sour lollipop."

Harry and Snape looked sideways.

Strictly speaking, sour lollipops are similar to cockroach piles. In the minds of most young wizards, they are not interesting snacks like "strange-flavored beans". They are more inclined to regard them as prank props.

Sour candies have always been very popular, but this "sour lollipop" is an exception.

It is so acidic that it can cause harm to the body.

When Ron was a child, George and Fred used this candy as a prank on him, burning a hole in his tongue.

He cried so hard that his cries could be heard in every corner of the Burrow. Of course... not as loud as George and Fred's cries. As a result, rumors of haunting the village of Ottery St. Catchpole spread for a while. Although such rumors often occurred in this village, those strange things usually happened on the nearby mountain called Stoat.

That time was different. It actually happened in the south of the village, facing the White Weasel Mountain in the distance.

Even adults will feel uncomfortable in their throat and tongue after eating this kind of candy.

"Don't look at me like that." Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't like this kind of candy. I'm just not feeling well lately. It's like eating a sour lollipop."

Snape turned his head back and pursed his lips.

Geralt continued to go out for his morning exercise.

Snape didn't have to prepare for class and went back to his office to rest. He had to get ready and wait for Harry and the others to come back. He would then go find Crouch and find out what he had to say.

Harry and Dumbledore got busy, blocking all the secret passages they knew about.

Call the house-elves as well. The castle is everything to them, and they know everything, big and small, better than the wizards.

only……

Harry and Dumbledore knew from their experience that these creatures were sometimes unreliable, even if they were loyal and had no ulterior motives, their brains were barren and they were too easy to be manipulated. They had no ability to resist the spells of wizards.

Harry checked their memories to make sure that the only memory that had been erased from their minds was the Room of Requirement, and no other secret passages.

Wait until they return to the principal's office.

Geralt also returned from exercise.

Harry told him what had happened in the early morning, emphasizing the two letters in particular.

“The Wild Hunt is not so eager to find Ciri?” Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good news.”

Harry shook his head, "Not that good, I'm afraid."

"If magic can't solve the white frost, Ciri is their last guarantee."

"But if we can solve the White Frost, Ciri is the Ancient Blood."

Harry didn't know how the Wild Hunt performed the magic that allowed them to teleport between the worlds, but judging from how eager they were to capture Ciri, their travel between the worlds was probably not as free and convenient as it seemed.

If you can deal with the white frost, you can even use the power of the white frost for your own benefit.

The extremely fanatical and warlike race of Ain Hill would probably crave the ancient blood even more urgently.

Geralt reacted immediately when Harry said the first sentence.

He sighed.

"Did you get anything from Yennefer?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "You know Ye."

She was an aloof woman, as free as a floating cloud. Unless she found something really necessary, she would rarely take the initiative to pass on any information.

"I might know something," Dumbledore said.

They both looked over.

"You should have guessed it." Dumbledore continued, "She asked me for permission to use two house-elves. I use them every day, so I can get some information from the house-elves."

"She seems to have discovered Galahad's tomb and dug it open, finding something."

At this point, Dumbledore paused.

"That's Galahad."

The most holy knight, he holds a high position in British legend and is the only one who can hold the Holy Grail.

Harry and Geralt looked at each other.

"Same for us," Harry began, speaking softly.

Dumbledore was startled, looked at them, and sighed: "If Lady Yennefer makes any major discoveries, the house elves will inform me immediately."

I forgot...

This group of people is lawless and has nothing to fear.

"Next, we have to go to Godric's Hollow." He stood up and held out his hand to Harry and Geralt.

Geralt looked up. "Can we try another way?"

The situation wasn't urgent enough to require immediate rush.

If possible, he didn't want to go through something so painful for the witcher on such a refreshing morning.

"Don't like Apparition?" Dumbledore pulled his hand back. "How about the Knight Bus?"

Harry's face changed.

Geralt didn't notice and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

He had taken the bus before. When he was in Germany, he loved that kind of transportation because it was convenient, fast and cheap. He was now similar to Harry who had just returned and could not adapt well to a wealthy life.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers and said, "Then let's take the Knight Bus. I haven't tried this way of traveling for a long time."

Harry sighed.

They walked out of Hogwarts and stood at the entrance of Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore raised his wand.

The breath of magic surged from afar. A purple bus flashed bright headlights, hopping and squeezing through the surrounding buildings, running like a rabbit. With a loud hissing sound, it hunched its back and stopped in front of them, leaving a long black tire mark.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

"The Knight Bus is here to serve you!" Stan Shunpike shouted the welcome speech cheerfully at the top of his voice. "No matter where or when, the Knight Bus will always open a helping hand to passengers in need."

"ah."

"Harry Potter?"

"Albus Dumbledore?"

"And this... a certain senior from the Potter family? The Potter family also has..." He almost spit out the rest of the sentence and smiled awkwardly at Harry, "Mr. Potter, you haven't taken the Knight Bus for a long time."

Harry nodded expressionlessly: "Thank you, you have been running the business for so many years, have you never changed your style?"

"We will continue to be enthusiastic!" Stan Shunpike opened his arms. "Where are you three going?"

"Godric's Hollow?"

"But today doesn't seem to be the weekend."

Dumbledore was the first to step onto the bus: "Dear Stan, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I have allowed Mr. Potter to have his holiday."

"The principal personally approves my leave, and I can even walk out of the school," Stan Shunpike said softly. "This is what I hoped for most when I was in school."

The Knight Bus driver, Ern Plan, said quietly, "However, what I want most right now is to throw down the steering wheel and go back to Hogwarts."

"Professor Dumbledore, does Hogwarts allow graduates to return to school for recasting?"

Dumbledore responded to him: "Ern, Pomona will be very happy, but Minerva will be very angry. I remember you almost got the certificate for Transfiguration."

Ern Plan said nothing more. He was still a little frightened when he thought of Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore took out three Galleons and asked for a cup of hot chocolate without giving any change.

Harry pushed Geralt onto the bus.

The Knight Bus was exceptionally quiet today, with no other guests besides them, which made Harry feel a little relieved.

"I feel a little regretful now." Geralt found a place to sit down, staring at the window, feeling a little helpless.

He had seen speeding cars.

Neither Sirius nor Mr. Arthur Weasley could accept that a vehicle without wings, which was supposed to run on the ground, could fly in the air.

I have also seen the means of transportation used by ordinary people.

The only thing I never thought was that a vehicle with several wheels could actually come jumping.

Ern Plan had finally welcomed the passengers and seemed a little excited, driving the car recklessly. Fortunately, they were the only passengers on the bus. No matter how excited he was, he only had half an hour to drive freely.

After more than 1,800 seconds that seemed like an eternity.

The Knight Bus stopped in front of Godric's Hollow.

"My dear passengers, we have arrived at Godric's Hollow." Stan Shunpike said in a cheerful voice.

The car door opened.

Geralt was the first to go down, breathing in the fresh, cold air.

In terms of feeling, the Knight Bus is not as good as the teleportation spell, but Apparition and teleportation spells are just a matter of blinking an eye or breathing, and the experience of the Knight Bus is too long.

Dumbledore handed him the hot chocolate in his hand, which he had never touched before and had prepared for this moment.

Geralt took it. "Thank you."

After drinking the warm hot chocolate, I feel much more energetic.

"I had thought it would be used on Harry." Dumbledore waved his wand and made the empty cup disappear.

"Harry, you should have stopped me." Geralt shook his head, stepped on the snow, and followed Harry into Godric's Hollow.

We are all demon hunters.

Shouldn't you be very clear about whether you can accept the Knight Bus?

"Geralt, you know what I'm going to say." Harry turned around and looked at him.

Geralt sighed: "If I knew magic, I would definitely turn you into a wolf cub."

Harry said nothing and used his Animagus.

A handsome white wolf landed lightly on the ground, looked back at Geralt, and walked forward with its head shaking.

Geralt rolled up a snowball and hurled it at him.

Dumbledore followed them, smiling kindly.

Just as Harry dodged the third snowball, which he swung away with his tail and headed towards Dumbledore, they finally reached the first house.