Who is the Hunter?

Who is the prey?

Now those who are caught are the prey, even if before this, no matter how self-righteous they were, they thought they were the hunters.

Karanthir said nothing, holding the staff, and magic power quietly gathered in his body.

Even if he is a prey, he is the most ferocious one.

Harry flicked his wand.

The thick staff shrank to the size of a finger in the blink of an eye, and before he could react, it flew up and fell into the Sorting Hat.

The armor also melted and flowed down his body like water.

It turned into a piece of iron the size of two fists, and also flew up and fell into the Sorting Hat.

Revealing the true appearance of Caranthir.

A thin, pale man with two slightly pointed ears.

His eyes were sharp and frosty.

"Don't try to play any tricks." Harry said softly, raised his wand again and chanted a spell.

Ropes burst out from the tip of the staff and bound him.

The iron chain spread out from the rope, like a poisonous snake, staring at Karanthir's fingers, biting them one after another, wrapping around his fingers and eliminating even the slightest chance for him to cast a spell.

The remaining Wild Hunts were also dealt with by Dumbledore and Geralt.

Not a single person was left alive.

"The Wild Hunt picked a good time." Harry picked up Caranthir with one hand and walked back.

Christmas.

It is an extremely important festival in the eyes of both wizards and ordinary people.

Scrimgeour was breathing heavily. The potion had taken effect for a while and the side effects were coming on. He was sweating profusely and his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural color. He spoke slowly, his voice trembling a little: "What's more terrible than disturbing Christmas is making such a big noise."

"Oh my god, damn it."

He didn't dare look at the streets or the buildings.

Although the Aurors worked very hard, they did not forget to protect the safety and property of ordinary people when fighting against the Wild Hunt and Caranthir. But facing the surging offensive, it was already difficult for them to save their own lives, and it was difficult for them to have spare energy to protect other things.

Ordinary Wild Hunt Knights are okay, they use long swords.

But the Wild Hunt who was dressed differently and could cast spells was different. His magic was extremely powerful.

The damage caused to both wizards and buildings was huge.

This was fatal for a Minister of Magic.

Wizards have always hidden themselves well from ordinary people, and staying unknown to ordinary people is their creed. But now, this creed has been broken - whether the Ministry of Magic does it actively or passively, they have to accept this fact and then take great pains to deal with the aftermath.

Can……

How many ordinary people know about this?

Scrimgeour was not an old fogey. After becoming the Minister of Magic, he would never be like Fudge or Thicknesse, who knew little about Muggles.

He knew very well that in recent years, Muggles had created something called "the Internet".

That thing spreads much faster than newspapers or telephones.

How come they always come up with inventions that make the Ministry's work more cumbersome and frustrating?

Dumbledore thawed the ice on Norbert's body, and while he was still not fully recovered, he and Scamander stuffed Norbert back into the box. Then he came over and comforted him: "Rufus, if you need help, you can come to Hogwarts to find me."

Scrimgeour sighed and was about to speak.

Ding-ling-ling, a rapid ring rang out.

Scare the Aurors.

Harry and Geralt looked at Kingsley's pocket.

The Auror awkwardly took out a black box-like object and opened the lid: "Hello?"

Both demon hunters could hear the furious curses and questions coming from the other end of the black box.

Kingsley didn't answer him. He put the phone down and covered the receiver. "Minister Scrimgeour, it's the Prime Minister calling. He wants to know what's going on. How should we answer?"

"What is this?" Scrimgeour frowned. "Hasn't the Ministry of Magic stipulated that magic items cannot be given to Muggles, even if he is the Prime Minister?"

"This isn't a magic item." Kingsley shook his head. "It's a mobile phone."

"It's an invention of the Muggles. It just came out this year."

"It was not easy to get it. I even had to ask the prime minister for help."

"Minister, so how should I reply to him?"

Scrimgeour raised his head. The urging from the Muggle leader, this unusual sense of urgency, forced him to muster up the courage to look at his surroundings.

The road was almost completely destroyed.

The affected area may be as large as two streets.

Of course, a few officials from the Ministry of Magic and a few repair spells could make up for it.

But... such a large affected area means that countless people know about this.

"Oh my God." Scrimgeour raised his hand and rubbed his head. "Tell him that I will visit him in an hour and we can discuss it in person then."

Kingsley followed his instructions and replied.

The cursing on the other end of the phone became more intense.

The new prime minister has only just taken office, and this incident happening at this time is also a huge threat to his votes.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Dumbledore, what should I do with these Wild Hunts..." Scrimgeour was embarrassed. He looked at them and asked.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The air twisted slightly, and an invisible shield enveloped the five of them, including Scamander, isolating them from the others.

"You can speak safely now. No one else can hear you." Dumbledore said softly.

Harry was silent: "You can explain to the outside world that it was the Death Eaters who were unwilling to accept the Dark Lord's death and subsequently gathered the forces."

Scrimgeour nodded and looked at the man Harry was still holding. "Then Mr. Potter, the one you caught…"

"It has to stay in our hands." Harry shook his head, "Including those Wild Hunts that were killed, I'm afraid we have to take them away too."

"But you can use it for publicity."

Scrimgeour had no objection: "Mr. Potter, I don't want to take these people away. I want to ask what this person's position is in the Wild Hunt so that I can give an explanation to both the wizards and the Muggle Prime Minister."

"Caranthir." Harry lowered his head and looked at him. "The golden boy of the Ironthir clan, the most outstanding navigator, and one of the most important advisors to the King of the Wild Hunt."

Scrimgeour nodded thoughtfully. "About the equivalent of a Director of the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry shook his head. "No."

"Eredin, the Lord of the Wild Hunt, is the equivalent of Dumbledore."

"Caranthir, roughly equivalent to you."

Scrimgeour's eyelids twitched.

He knew what Harry meant.

The Minister of Magic doesn't have the same influence on the wizarding world as Dumbledore, but... it's not so blunt.

He sighed. Even if it was to elevate the value of Karanthir, it was still sad to say this.

"That's even better," he said. "I think I can at least give a satisfactory explanation."