This house is not far from Porter's old house, only separated by four houses and a small alley.

The yard was deserted and overgrown with dead grass. A landscape tree grew crookedly with its branches extending without any aesthetic appeal.

Several lines of fresh footprints spread to the door. The visitors who came before them were so careless that they didn't even wipe off the snow and mud on their feet when they stepped into the door, making a mess of the door.

"It looks like Ms. Bagshot's later years were not comfortable." Harry took a look.

A person’s living conditions can be seen from his courtyard.

Things like weeds, landscape trees, and gravel don't grow overnight.

If she still had some attitude towards life, she would not have sat back and let things become so messy.

For ordinary people, mowing the garden may be a big hassle.

But not for wizards.

Landscape magic is a compulsory course for wizards. With a wave of the wand, they can accomplish tasks that would take several days to complete. If all else fails, there are house-elves.

All I can say is...

I'm afraid there isn't even one person willing to visit Ms. Bagshot anymore, otherwise the yard wouldn't have been in this state even if the visitor had mentioned it.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Once, when I was young and Ms. Bagshot was young, she was very popular. Her suitors were so numerous that they lined up outside Godric's Hollow."

"But... my dear Harry, most people's pursuit is not because of her herself."

"Even if no one has publicized it, the news that Ms. Bagshot is Grindelwald's aunt will still be known to most people."

True love is like gold hidden in the desert.

At least Ms. Bagshot, who had countless Galleons thanks to the book "A History of Magic", did not find her gold.

Grindelwald's aunt's identity undoubtedly affected her.

Crunch——

The door of the house was pushed open.

Tonks stuck half of her head out of the house, and the Armor Protection Charm enveloped her, protecting her tightly.

Three familiar faces.

But the female Auror did not relax at all. She took out her wand, waved it lightly, and flicked her sleeves. With a click, something fell into her hand behind the door.

She heaved a sigh of relief when she found out nothing wrong with the spell test and opened the door completely: "Harry, Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Geralt, you are here very quickly. Minister Scrimgeour thought you would not be here until at least noon."

Harry saw what Tonks was holding in her other hand.

A looking glass.

It lay quietly in her palm, without any reaction.

"The Wild Hunt is not something the Ministry of Magic can solve." Harry shook his head. "So, did you find anything?"

Tonks shook her head, "I didn't find anything."

She paused and said, "We received a notification from Scotland Yard at three in the morning that something seemed to be happening in the wizarding residential area in Godric's Hollow."

"We have read the Muggle police's investigation report."

"Several Muggle witnesses said that the weather suddenly became colder, and then a group of knights wearing armor and leading black dogs appeared..." At this point, Tonks wanted to laugh, and her hair turned bright silver-gray. "Sorry, it was a group of knights who looked like the Wild Hunt in the legend."

"But the Muggle police investigated the scene, and apart from the unusually cold weather, everything seemed normal."

"So, we let the Muggles turn this over to us."

Harry nodded and walked towards him, asking, "Why is this matter left to you to take charge?"

Speaking of this, Tonks looked resentful: "Remus went to Hogwarts!"

"It's boring for me to be alone at home, so I might as well work overtime and earn some money for the milk powder in the future."

Harry looked at her in surprise.

"Ma'am, you are not pregnant yet." Geralt was experienced and could tell at a glance.

Tonks pinched her waist and said nonchalantly, "It's only a matter of time."

"I've already proposed to Remus. I'll have a wedding with him once this is over. I can't be behind you."

Harry walked to the door, stopped, looked at the snow in front of the door, and sighed: "How long did you stay at the door?"

"Not sure." Tonks shook her head. "Don't worry, we have the footprints. There are six people in total, and the footprints of the three-headed dog..."

"That's not all." Harry shook his head. "I also want to see if anyone else visited her before the Wild Hunt came."

"You can tell that?" Tonks was surprised.

Dumbledore thought of what Harry did in front of Riddle's house in fourth grade.

"It's snowing heavily these days, so it will be layered," Harry explained simply, "and it will leave traces."

Geralt looked at Tonks. "I remember Sirius told me that Aurors seem to be a group of people who are specifically responsible for investigating cases?"

Professionals should look professional.

This kind of common sense should not be unknown.

"Don't have too much faith in the Ministry of Magic." Harry shook his head with a regretful look.

"Harry!" Tonks's expression became dangerous.

Harry said softly: "Okay, let me put it another way. Aurors are also wizards. Wizards have many ways to solve many problems that are difficult for us to solve, so they are more accustomed to relying on magic rather than eyes and ears..."

Harry didn't say the next words, but raised his head to look at her head.

Tonks felt deeply insulted.

Before she could have an attack.

“Like?” Geralt asked, uttering two words.

Harry glanced at him dimly: "Geralt, you shouldn't ask such embarrassing questions."

“Your answer takes it to another level,” Geralt smiled back at him.

Tonks clenched her wand: "That's enough!"

"Okay, let's go inside." Harry glanced at the ground, which was not worth examining, and looked inside the house.

Geralt waved his hand: "You go in first, I'll see if there's anything else I can dig out."

Tonks' temper immediately shrank back: "Sorry, I'll keep it in mind!"

"Once Thicknesse is dealt with, I'll have Kingsley write this into the employee handbook."

They went into the house.

The Aurors who were coming and going inside paused for a moment when they heard Tonks' words, but soon lowered their heads and continued to pretend to work. They couldn't afford to offend her, couldn't afford to offend her...

Not to mention Tonks’ current identity.

Even with Tonks's abilities, as a natural disguiser, Magus was destined not to offend her.

Tonks waved her wand and two stacks of documents flew over: "These are the files from the Muggle side."

“This is our investigation report.”

The Aurors have indeed made some progress and the investigation reports are presentable.

There were no signs of a fight in the house. Only on the wall of the bedroom, there were traces of a spell, which was suspected to be an obstacle spell, a stunning spell, or a disarming spell.

All daily necessities were still there, but the study was in a mess and most of the books were taken away.

Just as Harry was looking at the investigation report, Geralt walked in.

"Did you find anything at the door?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head. "No, it was terrible. Two men had smoked there and were stamping their feet to keep warm."

Tonks looked back at the group of Aurors who were getting even busier with sharp eyes, and snorted.

"Think about it better. At least they know how to protect the crime scene, but they didn't expect it to be so large." Harry comforted Tonks and put down the file in his hand. "We have to go upstairs and take a look."

Harry was not completely reassured, so he went upstairs to check it himself.

After leaving Bagshot's house, they headed towards Goshak's house under the guidance of Tonks.

"I looked through the books in the study," Harry said softly. "The books that were taken away were all modern wizard history. No ancient history books were taken. There were also some miscellaneous books, such as Where to Find Fantastic Creatures. "

Dumbledore paused.

"That sounds pretty bad." He frowned slightly.

"As for other aspects, the Aurors were very careful this time, and there is almost no big difference from the inspection report." Harry made a final conclusion.

They reached Goshak's house.

Very different from the Bagshots.

It can be seen that this house was very exquisite when it was alive, with clusters of flowers planted in the garden, blooming beautifully, but it was frozen in ice, maintaining it at the last moment before death.

But this is not hoarfrost.

Kingsley was much more cautious than Tonks. As the current Prime Minister's personal bodyguard, he had the most contact with ordinary people and learned a set of professional criminal investigation methods from them. The scene was protected, and no one had ever set foot on the road from the entrance of the yard to the entrance of the house. The Aurors all Apparated over there.

Those whose Apparition was not so accurate were taken away by others.

This is very troublesome.

Two Aurors had already Apparated and were sent to St. Mungo's.

Harry and Geralt leaned over to take a look at the road, and they both sighed heavily at the same time.

"Isn't this protected?" Tonks looked at the two of them in confusion.

Not happy with the destroyed scene.

But now the site is well protected, so why are you not satisfied again?

"Ms. Goshawk is often visited. The footprints at her doorstep are of little investigative value. It is difficult for us to tell which footprints belong to Crouch's accomplices or the Wild Hunt's accomplices." Harry shook his head and looked at Kingsley. "Is the on-site investigation report out?"

Kingsley nodded, waved his wand, and a stack of papers flew over.

Harry watched in silence.

Ms. Goshawk was still very young. Unlike Ms. Bagshot who was over a hundred years old, she was only in her seventies. Moreover, as a master of spells, she still had certain combat abilities.

"A strange but powerful freezing spell covers the entire garden." Kingsley introduced, "This should be the white frost you mentioned, Harry?"

"This isn't Hoarfrost." Harry shook his head. "This is the magic of the Wild Hunt."

"Freezing spell."

"It reminds me of a man, Caranthir, the navigator of the Wild Hunt, a warlock who is good at freezing magic and teleportation spells."

Ciri had introduced them to the dangerous people in the Wild Hunt, and Caranthir was one of them, one of the most important advisors to Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt.