"In a hurry?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head: "It would be best if we could find it sooner."

"But there's no rush for one or two days."

"Do you want to try another method?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, Lady Yennefer has been living in the library lately, and I haven't been able to find much time to discuss magic with her, not to mention that she is a lady."

"If possible, I want to see what this curse looks like."

Harry tilted his head and looked at Wuma: "Those three days."

"No matter what happens, the curse on Wuma must be removed in three days."

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course not."

They were talking.

The office door was pushed open again.

Snape walked in and saw Harry. He looked him up and down several times before turning around and looking at Uma with a surprised look in his eyes: "Is this the Ciri you're looking for?"

"Professor Snape, use your own words, open your eyes, and think carefully with a brain that is almost as good as a troll." Harry shook his head and quoted the words that Snape often said to evaluate those students who, in his eyes, had no talent.

Snape's face was cold: "The mouth is still as lively as ever."

"Because of your return, the whole of Hogwarts feels a little heavier. Gryffindor will be deducted ten points."

He greeted Harry warmly.

Then he began to analyze Wu Ma's situation.

"That's a very clever curse."

"It's a very strange magic."

"The soul is hidden in here? It looks a bit like a Horcrux."

They are all souls that are equally wrapped and hidden.

"This curse is not as sophisticated as a Horcrux." Dumbledore shook his head and expressed a different opinion, "But on the contrary, it is very dangerous to the soul in this body."

"certainly."

"The soul inside is a very tough and powerful soul. The curse has not yet caused much erosion to the soul."

Harry said, "Avallac'h, that is the soul in the body of this little monster. He is a great sage of the Ain El elves. Maybe he is over three hundred years old, maybe four hundred years old, or even older, over five hundred years old?"

"He looks like an elder who deserves respect." Dumbledore said, and the last word "elder" sounded strange even to himself.

Originally, the position of "elderly" should belong to oneself.

But... Geralt and Yennefer are of the same generation as me.

Now there are older ones emerging.

"Want to remove his curse now?" Snape stared at Uma, "Maybe I can provide some potions."

Harry shook his head: "Don't worry, Professor Snape, Albus still wants to study for a while."

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape didn't say anything. He stared at Uma curiously. As a wizard, he had a natural curiosity about unexplored areas.

"Professor Snape, I have brought you many gifts." Harry took out his wand, and with a flick, the Sorting Hat was untied from his waist and fell on the table.

Snape was stunned, with a complicated expression. For a moment, he didn't know what expression to show or how to react.

He wasn't one to take kindly offers very well.

Especially this kind of straightforward and undisguised kindness.

It made him feel very helpless.

In his entire life, for more than thirty years, he had hardly ever received any kindness from anyone - although he had received many gifts, those had nothing to do with "kindness". He had never thought that the kindness that would make him so helpless would come from a guy named "Porter".

He grasped his wand within his robes.

He wished he could cast a Fiercefire Curse to destroy the Sorting Hat, the people watching, the portraits, and the phoenix.

Dumbledore's face was full of longing, and he was looking forward to it: "Gift?"

"What's it like?"

Harry waved his wand: "Albus, none of yours."

Puff, puff—

The Sorting Hat vomited and vomited out a bunch of stuff.

Some herbs with roots still connected to the soil, high-proof alcohol, some basic alchemical materials, and books on basic herbs and potions.

There is also a pile of organs with a fishy smell.

The heart and eyes of an evil ghost, the heart of a water ghost.

Of course…there are no more monster materials.

On the way, they only encountered a few evil ghosts and water ghosts.

Harry had bought those herbs and books this morning when he was still in Novigrad - he had gotten up too early and some bookstores were not open yet, so he went on a self-service shopping trip.

"Potter, you brought back a bunch of garbage?" Snape lowered his head and looked at them carefully, but the words that came out of his mouth were still not polite at all.

Dumbledore's eyes widened, still very surprised: "Really there is no gift for me?"

"I didn't find any candy." Harry nodded. "It was a very barren world. I even used the Disillusionment Charm to sneak into several families with children, but I didn't find any candy."

Dumbledore felt a little disappointed.

Harry looked up and answered Snape: "These are not rubbish."

"Herb material from another world."

Snape was suspicious.

He didn't smell any magical scent from these materials.

But Harry didn't seem like the type to make ridiculous jokes, even if his last name was "Potter".

"Then this can barely be called a pretty good gift." Snape raised his wand and several empty, miniature bottles flew out from his robes. They landed on the table and expanded, filling them with all the materials. "Has Albus told you about what happened in the past few days?"

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I just haven't had time yet."

Snape glanced at him. "Crouch seemed to have anticipated that you would leave Hogwarts."

"And he also made corresponding arrangements."

"But he has dealt with his own memories, and I have also been hinting at him over the past few days. He just wants me to be a quiet professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"Your two little friends also often patrol the Room of Requirement."

"At least nothing has happened in the past few days."

Harry wasn't surprised by this.

Otherwise, he would not have asked Ron and Neville to do that before leaving Hogwarts.

"Then it seems that Hogwarts still needs to know that Harry has not returned." Harry raised his head and looked at the portraits on the wall.

They nodded in unison.

And in Algeria.

In a hidden cave.

"Hoarfrost, what a wonderful power." A tall and thin man wore his exquisite crown inlaid with emeralds and held a small glass bottle in his hand.

White substance flows inside.

Not frost or snow, nor anything observable on the material level.

Like sand, crystal clear white particles.

But this is not its main body, it is just the air particles that are closest to it, most affected, and have frozen and stagnated.

And this is the wonderful phenomenon called "white frost".