This is very surprising information.

"Don't you have a spell that can falsify memories?" Geralt asked, gesturing.

Harry shook his head and replied, "His memory has not been tampered with."

"Moreover...given the character of this race, they would not allow a wizard who has only been in contact for a few days to cast a spell on their brains. Who knows what strange spells will be cast on them."

Geralt nodded.

"So Tom really only has two Horcruxes left?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

Harry said nothing, he looked towards the door.

Waiting for someone to come.

Dumbledore also began to wait.

Snape came over more than ten minutes later.

He held a bottle of potion in his hand and put it into Scamander's hand stiffly: "The Wild Hunt is out again?"

Harry nodded: "Professor, this is good news. Crouch may have completely trusted you."

Snape frowned.

This is not good news for me.

"You talked to Crouch?" he sneered as he sat down. "Are you starting to believe what he says?"

Harry shook his head and pointed at Caranthir: "This is an important figure of the Wild Hunt. Professor, before you came, I checked his memory. Something that looks like the Ravenclaw Diadem is in the hands of the Wild Hunt."

"Suspected?" Snape caught the most crucial word.

Harry nodded. "It's just a memory."

"While I can ensure that the memory is real, I cannot rule out whether the Horcrux is real."

He then recounted what had just happened carefully, not missing any details, including those details about Scrimgeour that Snape did not want to know and that he did not have to know.

Snape's face darkened.

He knew Harry too well to know what he wanted to do.

He pulled his wand out of his robes and raised his hand.

Not a word more was said.

In the abandoned classroom where Crouch was imprisoned.

The young man opened his eyes dazedly, and subconsciously moved his body like a bug, moving towards the room, towards the blazing fireplace. But it was in vain, as an invisible barrier formed by magic stopped him, keeping a safe distance between him and the fireplace.

"Don't struggle." Snape's voice sounded, "Potter won't give you a chance to escape."

"If he tortures me, he should find a better way to torture me." Crouch raised his head. In addition to his freedom in life, Hogwarts treated him very well, ensuring that he had three meals a day and nearly 24 hours of sleep, but this affluent life made his cheeks even thinner, like a skeleton covered with skin.

Snape sneered: "Good news, Potter may not be able to torture you for much longer."

Crouch looked up and stared at him in silence.

"Potter knows that one of his master's Horcruxes is in the hands of the Wild Hunt." Snape said softly.

Crouch narrowed his eyes, his expression sharp: "How did he know?"

"Put away your cruppy eyes." Snape said with disgust, the black fluid twisted into a ball, showing his emotions well. "He captured an important figure of the Wild Hunt, Caranthir."

Crouch was stunned, a little surprised: "Caranthiar?"

"You know him?" asked Snape.

Crouch nodded. "Has he been caught? It seems the Wild Hunt isn't as powerful as they say."

Snape bit his lips and said, "The problem has nothing to do with the Wild Hunt. It's that one of the master's Horcruxes was discovered."

"How do you know this?" Crouch suddenly asked about an irrelevant piece of information.

Snape sneered: "Crouch, if it weren't for the master's sake, I would really like to give you a bottle of potion that would turn you into an idiot."

"At this time, you still doubt me?"

"What's the point of you doubting me?"

Crouch stared calmly at the black fluid.

Snape said in a dissatisfied tone: "This is not a secret news. It will even be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. The Wild Hunts have made a big fuss. It can't be hidden from anyone."

Crouch said nothing and closed his eyes.

After a long while, he sighed, his voice sounding as haggard as his appearance: "Severus, let me think about it."

Snape said nothing.

After a certain period of time, the black fluid dissipated.

Crouch opened his mouth and mouthed the number "six thousand".

It still takes exactly ten minutes.

In the principal's office.

Snape opened his eyes. "Crouch seems to be in a desperate situation. He needs to think before he can come up with a solution. His voice sounds very tired, just like what you mentioned, Harry..."

At this point, he paused and looked at Scamander.

Harry nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Scamander should know about the relationship between Albus and Grindelwald."

Scamander nodded.

Snape continued: "His state is like your state, Albus, when Harry mentioned Grindelwald."

Dumbledore complained in a low voice, his tone was helpless and helpless: "Severus."

Snape nodded: "Yes, that's it."

"Is it real, or just a pretense?" Harry asked.

Snape sneered: "Potter, you have to understand that I am only a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not Merlin. I can't use Legilimency in that state. Even if I could, do you think I could use it against Crouch?"

"In Crouch's eyes, I am someone who can endure humiliation for the Dark Lord, and even endure Crouch's humiliation of me!"

Harry looked at Caranthias and was silent for a while.

"It seems I have to go back to that world."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Geralt responded: "You mean go back?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, let's go back and find Ciri."

"We have a lot of things we want to do, and we need her for that."

Geralt frowned: "But how can we go back without Ciri?"

He paused and looked at the only person lying in the room: "It's impossible for him to cooperate with you."

"Why won't you cooperate with me?" Harry raised his wand. "There are many spells that can do that."

Almost at the same time.

"no."

Dumbledore and Snape spoke at the same time, both knowing what spell Harry was trying to cast.

Harry turned his head to look over.

"Harry, I..." Dumbledore spoke hesitantly. He was not so averse to using dark magic. After all, he was also very good at it, but... he didn't want Harry to use this kind of magic.

Black magic is not a good thing.

In particular, the essence of magic is the reflection of the mind.

Using black magic once will inevitably affect the mind and spirit.

Snape interrupted Dumbledore without hesitation: "Potter, do you want to use the Imperius Curse?"

"I have to remind you that you have before you two of the most powerful masters of the Dark Arts, aside from the Dark Lord who may have been resurrected."

"It's not your turn to show off your superficial knowledge. Dark magic, like potions, is a profound art. You can't master it just by reading a few books, arrogant Potter. I think I should dig out the feces in Albus's brain and clean your brain."