"Professor Snape," Harry began.

But I didn't have time to say anything.

Snape interrupted immediately: "Shut up, Potter."

"Talk back to the professor, Gryffindor will deduct twenty points!"

"Don't show off your Gryffindor shortcomings here. Jump out and act like a hero? But what else do you know besides the Imperius curse?"

"You know how to cast a spell?"

"Do you know how to control people's minds?"

"Do you know the rules for casting the Imperius Curse?"

"You know nothing, Potter. I know without you telling me that your brain is empty and you know nothing."

As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Dumbledore, "Including Albus, you too, don't laugh, I admit that you know a lot about the Dark Arts, but you know nothing about the Imperius Curse."

"In this world, the person who is best at using the Imperius Curse is Voldemort, and the best group of people are the Death Eaters."

"As far as I know, Grindelwald didn't seem to have used the Imperius Curse?"

"Professional matters should be left to professionals."

Snape pulled out his wand. His wand.

Harry looked over.

Birch, snake nerve, thirteen and one-half inches.

This is a wand that is completely different from Snape's temperament, and can even be said to be the opposite.

Ollivander rarely uses "birch-type" materials to make wands.

He also mentioned the reasons in his own published book.

Of course, birch and birch are two completely different materials.

Umbridge used birch, a material that Ollivander described as mediocre, almost without talent, and difficult to adapt to a normal little wizard.

However, white birch received completely different and quite high evaluations.

The reason why Ollivander did not choose this material was not because it was difficult to use, but because it was too special - unlike the elderberry that symbolizes death and the English oak that symbolizes new life, birch is a kind of wood that symbolizes both life and death, sacred and beautiful.

It is rare to find a wizard who can meet all these qualities at the same time.

And Professor Snape holding a birch wand.

Neither holy nor beautiful.

"Out of body." Without waiting for Harry to say anything, Snape raised his wand and recited the spell almost impatiently.

On the ground, Karanthir's body trembled and his eyes became blurry.

Snape's wand exuded an extremely evil aura.

Even his shadow cast on the wall was slightly crooked, with an irregular and piercing blur.

One spell after another was cast.

Snape completed the final completion of the Imperius Curse.

"From now on, you will obey Harry Potter's orders completely." He began to command.

Karanthir said in a trance: "Yes."

Geralt shuddered. "What a terrible magic."

Snape glanced at him and put away his wand.

"Are you and Yennefer going back with me?" Harry invited him.

Geralt was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I think Ye should be more willing to stay here."

"Even if we don't look for Ciri's trace, the thing on your head is a very tricky thing."

He paused for a moment and said, "Harry, you are now a very reliable witcher."

"We still have a lot to deal with the Wild Hunt, and that Voldemort."

"Go find Ciri and bring her here. With her here, we can go back anytime and at the right time, right?"

Harry flicked his wand and stuffed Caranthide into his pocket.

"Potter, I have to remind you." After Harry and Geralt finished speaking, Snape added, "No magic can last forever."

"I don't understand the difference between the Wild Hunt and wizards, or hemp... or ordinary people."

"I'm not sure when the Imperius Curse will take effect, but with your attainments in Cerebral Defense and Legilimency, it shouldn't be difficult to tell whether he has tried to break through the Imperius Curse's control."

"If you find out, don't hold out for anything. Come back to me to consolidate your magic."

Harry looked at him.

Snape glared back unceremoniously.

"Thank you, Professor Snape," Harry said softly.

Snape frowned and tilted his head back. "Don't say such slimy, slug-like and disgusting things, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor because you disgust me."

Harry smiled at them.

After talking to Geralt for a while, he left the principal's office.

Even if it was not confirmed that Voldemort's Horcrux was in the hands of the Wild Hunter, since Caranthir had been captured, Harry had to go back anyway, find Ciri, and then protect her in Hogwarts, which was much safer than Ciri fleeing alone.

Gryffindor common room.

As lively as ever.

Neville is no longer the same Neville as before. Although he is not handsome enough, he has a strong body. Since he killed Bellatrix with his own hands, his personality has become much more cheerful. Although there are not more girls who like him, Neville is very popular among the lower grade students.

Who can resist a good senior who is like Big Bear, gentle, gives a sense of security, and whom you can ask questions and even copy homework from anytime and anywhere?

Harry walked in and waved to Hermione, Ron, and Neville.

They were stunned and walked out of the lounge.

The little lions didn't dare to stop Neville. A group of them held parchment and watched Neville walk away with regret.

Tower rooftop.

Harry persuaded a few couples on a date to leave, waved his wand, checked to make sure there were no other people or Animagus on the rooftop, and cast a spell to block the entrance to the rooftop.

"So cautious?" Ron looked back at the golden thread on the ground.

It was exactly the same spell that Dumbledore had cast for the Goblet of Fire during the Triwizard Tournament.

"I might have to take a long vacation." Harry looked at Hermione and said softly.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat: "Long vacation?"

"Where are you going again?"

Harry explained simply, "The Wild Hunt went out tonight and attacked Mr. Scamander. He is fine, but we were lucky enough to capture a Wild Hunt pilot. I may have to go to that world next."

"Searching for the Ancient Blood?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded.

Hermione took a deep breath, clenched her fists, hesitated again and again, and still did not ask to go together.

"I'll go alone this time," said Harry, waving his wand.

The Sword of Gryffindor came out of the Sorting Hat and fell into Neville's hands.

Neville looked at him puzzledly.

"Neville Crouch, Barty Crouch Jr. is at Hogwarts." Harry looked into his eyes.

Neville exerted his strength and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword: "When can I kill him?"

"Be patient for a while." Harry said gently, "During my absence, the sword of Gryffindor is in your hands. If anything unexpected happens and Crouch escapes from his chains, he will be in your hands."

Neville nodded and replied very calmly, "Of course, I will."