Dumbledore lived for more than a hundred years, and his understanding of the wizarding world was even better than his understanding of himself.

Who are these masters and where do they live?

Even if Dumbledore didn't know the exact address, he knew which country they were in.

Added many masters that Kingsley had not expected.

Until noon.

A list of more than one hundred people was compiled.

The Sorting Hat came back once, tickled Harry's palm, and informed him that Sirius had been safely taken to Hogwarts.

"We will try our best to negotiate with the Ministries of Magic in other countries." Kingsley wrote down the names one by one.

Tonks sighed, "How come there are so many masters?"

She had always thought that masters were rare.

But one unexpected name after another came out of Dumbledore's mouth, making her feel like pulling carrots from the ground, grabbing one at a time.

"This is for the whole of Europe." Kingsley shook his head.

I don't understand what Tonks is thinking.

More than one hundred is already a huge number, involving wizards from forty-four countries across Europe and even some other more remote areas.

This is too difficult for the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain.

"Voldemort may not know as much as Albus does." Harry said softly, "Also, although the Wild Hunts don't mind where these masters are from, the channel through which they get the information is from the Death Eaters."

"So it is more likely that he will attack the wizards in Great Britain, especially those who are likely to become our helpers."

Kingsley suddenly realized and nodded heavily.

They parted ways.

Harry and the others returned to Hogsmeade. This time, Geralt did not resist Apparition. He finally understood why Harry had no complaints about this terrible way of appearing - the other ways of travel for wizards were not very reliable.

Just stepped into Hogwarts.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map and saw Sirius' name in Lupin's office, pacing restlessly.

They walked straight over.

Just pushed the door open.

Sirius in the room was startled for a moment, and immediately raised his wand. When he saw who was coming, he let go of his wand with a sigh of relief: "Harry, and Geralt, what's going on? Why did you call me to Hogwarts in such a hurry?"

"To keep you safe." Harry said directly.

Sirius frowned slightly: "Hasn't Crouch been caught? Even if there is still a Death Eater outside, I am not afraid..."

"Of course it has nothing to do with the Death Eaters," Harry interrupted. "It's the Wild Hunt."

"Last night, Bagshot and Lady Goshawk, a master of history and a master of spells, were captured by the Wild Hunt."

Sirius was puzzled: "What does this have to do with me."

"The Wild Hunt are now targeting those masters." Harry explained for him.

Sirius was still confused: "So what does it have to do with me?"

"You are a master of Transfiguration." Harry was silent for a while, staring at Sirius, and said this calmly.

Sirius was surprised and pointed at himself: "Me?"

It was hard for him to imagine that such a serious word as "Master" could be associated with himself, especially since the master of Transfiguration he knew was "Professor McGonagall". He felt that he was far inferior to Professor McGonagall.

"You're an Animagus," Harry said unhappily. "Apart from Professor McGonagall, the only Animagus."

Sirius scratched his head, "Is that so?"

"So I'm actually no worse than Snotlout?"

"He's the Potions Master and I'm the Transfiguration Master?"

Harry sighed and said nothing.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Of course, Sirius, you have always been excellent."

Harry didn't continue the conversation, but told Sirius in detail what had happened since last night.

After listening to this, Sirius nodded blankly: "So, why do you suspect that Crouch has another helper instead of the You-Know-Who has been resurrected?"

"Of course it's possible." Harry nodded. "If that's the case, it would be the best development."

"But I'm afraid the chances of that happening are very small."

"If dear Tom was resurrected, Crouch would never try to believe Snape. It's just that he hasn't been resurrected yet, and there's something missing. Crouch is not ready yet. There is no other way but to choose to believe Snape."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

For a long time, he was unable to sort out his tangled thoughts.

"So, I have to stay in Hogwarts until Voldemort is caught?" Sirius shook his head and simply changed the subject, asking naturally.

"I'm afraid so." Harry nodded.

Sirius sighed: "There's a concert at Christmas..."

Harry said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

Sirius was helpless: "I know, Harry, I know, I won't be so willful."

Geralt glanced aside.

This way of getting along always feels refreshing no matter how many times I see it.

Sirius was of course not so quiet when he lived in Hogwarts. With permission, he would cover for Lupin in a few classes. The completely different kind of enthusiasm was almost immediately noticed by the students, which made the Gryffindors cheer. In one school year, they could briefly have two of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at the same time.

Dumbledore also wrote a letter to Newt Scamander, hoping that he and his wife could come to Hogwarts to stay for a short time.

But Scamander did not agree. He would rather live with his family. Especially now that Christmas is approaching, he would rather spend the holiday at home.

If there really is a Wild Hunt...

Norbert is a big girl now.

The Ministry of Magic was not having an easy time contacting the Ministries of Magic in other countries. Just like in Great Britain, characters like Dumbledore, Harry, and Snape didn't pay much attention to the Ministry of Magic. In other countries, other masters were similar. They were free and didn't obey the Ministry of Magic's orders.

It was only for the sake of Dumbledore and the famous Mr. Potter that he was able to meet with the officials of the Ministry of Magic reluctantly.

I don't know if I heard those words or not.

The only good news is that the Wild Hunts seem to have not made any movement since their actions that night, as if they had disappeared.

Until Christmas came, and on Christmas Eve, a heavy snow fell.

Dorset, Great Britain.

The Scamander family was in a lively atmosphere, gathered around the long table. Not every elderly wizard was as lonely as Dumbledore. He had a perfect family and three cats, purebred Kneazles. They were hunched over, their hair standing on end, breathing out at the door.