The Baron raised his head and looked at Harry.

What else could it be?

He knew where his daughter was, but he had kept his wife's whereabouts a secret. He also had his own passport ready...

He knew that he couldn't issue a commission to the demon hunter for the time being.

"Do you know Uma, the ugliest man in the world?" Harry asked him.

The baron looked up, his eyes filled with even more surprise.

"Witcher, you are like a prophet." He pushed the table and stood up. "Of course I know. In fact, I won him from playing cards a few days ago."

"You sound like you knew all along that he's in my hands."

Harry didn't give him an explanation: "Take care of him."

"Hmm?" The Baron was a little confused.

Harry whispered, "He was a sage who was cursed by the Wild Hunt to protect Ciri, and eventually had to become that ugly."

The baron was surprised and nodded: "Ciri's benefactor?"

"Well, we thought he was just a clown."

"Where's your pass?" Harry held out his hand.

The Baron waved his hand.

Sergeant Adar handed Harry two envelopes.

"Thank you," Harry thanked her and took Hermione's hand.

The baron didn't realize what was going on, and waved his hand towards the table: "Enjoy your breakfast..."

He didn't finish his words.

Then Harry took out a small wooden stick from his pocket, waved it gently and chanted a spell.

With a snap——

After making a loud noise, it disappeared from his sight.

The baron stared blankly at the place where Harry and Hermione had stood, frowned, and spoke hesitantly: "It was the witcher who cast the spell just now, not the sorceress next to him?"

Sergeant Adar nodded. "It seems so, Baron."

The Baron bared his teeth, "Damn it, I wanted to ask if what he said was true."

If he really finds Ciri, will she come to help him rescue his wife?

"Eat, eat!" The baron slammed the table and started cursing.

Harry and Hermione, Apparated to the nearest location to Novigrad.

The Transfiguration spell conjured up a horse, which quickly rushed towards the city.

Just as they were tracking Ciri.

Hogwarts has begun the busy second half of the school year.

Not only Gryffindor, but students from other colleges also noticed that the school was missing two people who were always well-behaved but had a strong presence - Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

Ron and Neville obviously knew something.

But no matter who asked them, they didn't get a clear answer, just a vague response of "they are busy".

Both of them took Harry's instructions to heart.

Every morning when leaving the tower and every evening when returning to the tower, I would check whether the Room of Requirement could be opened.

Neville will also make an extra trip to the fourth floor.

He stared at the magically protected classroom in a daze for half an hour or an hour, and only left when Filch appeared.

Basement floor.

In the principal's office.

Snape slowly closed his eyes, and the next second, a black substance surged out of Crouch in the classroom on the fourth floor.

"It's still winter." Crouch woke up, his voice hoarse, looking at the blazing fireplace in the house, and spoke heavily.

The time is too long.

He thought that the days he was locked up in the Crouch family's basement and controlled by the Imperius Curse were the longest and most difficult days of his life.

But the pain brought by that experience was not even one percent of what it is now.

In a dream.

He has been through decades.

But when I woke up, it was still winter. Maybe ten days had passed, maybe a month had passed, maybe even longer...

But I can't tell the difference.

"Really? Spring is coming soon." Snape answered him briefly. "I'm here to tell you some new news."

Crouch looked up.

He couldn't feel the breath of spring at all.

His eyes were numb and his expression was cloudy.

"Potter has left Hogwarts." Snape said softly.

This news cannot be hidden from others.

Harry was not at Hogwarts, which was something that students from several colleges knew. Sirius volunteered, saying that he could take Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as Harry, or let Lupin disguise himself as Harry and Tonks disguise herself as Hermione.

but……

Professor McGonagall disagreed.

She didn't want Sirius or Lupin, the two little rascals who had been a troublemaker for Gryffindor for a while, to come back.

George and Fred finally graduated.

No new mischief had emerged from Gryffindor.

Under the influence of Harry and Hermione, studying has become a trend in Gryffindor College - although not as strong as in the neighboring Ravenclaw College, at least it is not like before, where someone would be laughed at for studying with a book.

Such a Gryffindor would be great.

Snape's words made Crouch stunned. His eyes regained some color and he asked, "Is he going to the world of the witcher?"

"Did you expect that?" Snape's voice suddenly became low, and he didn't even notice it.

Crouch nodded: "Of course."

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

His voice regained some vitality: "Ciri, the girl with the ancient blood, is in that world."

"Compared to those pathetic Death Eaters."

"One of me is imprisoned, Severus you are just suspected and under their surveillance, and the other one escaped and disappeared..."

"Father only has two Horcruxes left."

"Compared to us, the Wild Hunt, who own an entire world, aren't they a greater threat?"

"Not to mention, they already know that one of my father's Horcruxes is in the hands of the Wild Hunt."

Crouch analyzed for Snape.

Talk incessantly.

Get out everything you've been holding back and haven't said.

"This is obviously a good opportunity." Snape said slowly, "Is there anything I can do?"

Crouch lowered his voice: "No."

Snape's voice became sharp: "Crouch, you still don't trust..."

"No, Severus, I trust you." Crouch interrupted him, "I really trust you now."

"But Severus, I was always on guard against getting caught."

"I had arranged everything before this."

As he spoke, he paused.

"Although I am not sure what I have arranged, the capture of the Wild Hunt's navigator and Potter's trip to another world are all things I expected."

Snape's voice sank unnaturally again: "Even the capture of the navigator was within your expectations?"

Crouch looked meaningfully at the liquid darkness in front of him and nodded slightly: "Of course."

Snape wanted to find out more information.

Crouch is sincere too, but he has dealt with his memories and no matter how much he says it.

Ten minutes are up.

Snape opened his eyes gloomily and looked at Dumbledore. "This is terrible news. Crouch had already thought that the navigator would be caught. He also anticipated that Harry would go to that world and made arrangements for it."