Avallac'h whispered: "Follow this light to the Skellige Isles, and it will lead you to Ciri."

Snape raised his wand.

Call that light to your hands.

"There is no scent of curse." He checked again and again and finally confirmed.

Avallac'h looked at Snape, "Go quickly, they haven't found Ciri yet, but as soon as Ciri leaves that island, the Wild Hunt, they will find her."

Snape threw the ball of light back to Harry, walked to the corner and sat down, and took out a herbal book from another world from his robes.

"Looks like I have to go find Ciri." Harry said softly.

He waved his wand, conjured up a bottle, put the ball of light in it, and turned his gaze to **.

"Keep an eye on him, he may not necessarily be our ally."

Um?

Several people in the room were surprised.

Harry looked at Geralt: "My dear White Wolf, you told me this."

Geralt rubbed his head. "Then I'll have to trust my judgement."

"Are you leaving now?" Dumbledore asked. "No more waiting?"

The "wait" he mentioned refers to what's happening on Voldemort's side.

Crouch and the others are planning something.

"It won't take long to find Ciri." Harry shook his head. "There's no need to waste time on this."

"Besides, Hogwarts doesn't have you, Albus."

Dumbledore just nodded and said nothing more.

Harry pulled Caranthide out of the Sorting Hat.

"Exit the body." Snape chanted the spell at him without any hesitation.

Once again, consolidate the effects of the Imperius Curse.

Avallac'h's eyes widened.

He looked at the person coming out of the hat in disbelief, his breathing gradually becoming heavier. As an elder among the elves of Ain'El, he certainly knew who this person was, the navigator of the Wild Hunt, the golden boy of Ain'El, but how did he appear here? And he was almost like himself, wearing few clothes.

"He, he..." Avallac'h struggled, trying to say something.

But he was very weak and now a little too emotional, so the words were stuck in his lips and he couldn't say anything.

Harry glanced at him. "Our captured prisoner."

"In fact, we have the power to fight against the Wild Hunt."

Avallac'h looked at Harry suspiciously.

In his opinion, the Ainnel clan was very powerful. They were extremely skilled in conquering the world and were powerful and experienced hunters.

Harry looked at Hermione without explaining.

Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry.

Caranthir opened the portal.

Harry and Hermione walked in and disappeared on the spot.

"That's a portal to another world." Different spells have different properties. Avallac'h recognized it at a glance. He tilted his head and said, "Is this the world where the snake speaker Harry was before the intersection of the celestial spheres?"

“Ciri seems to have told you a lot,” Geralt said softly.

Avallac'h nodded. "Of course."

“I think we’re allies.”

He looked Geralt straight in the eyes.

Caranthir had no ability to think. Unless Harry allowed him to, he could only use his thinking to a limited extent and get the answer Harry wanted.

Opening the portal is an instinct. Naturally, you will appear from the same place you left last time.

Crow's Nest, in the Baron's "castle".

The Bloody Baron hasn't been in a good mood lately.

It was an arduous journey from here to Oxburgh. Apart from the witchers, those powerful warlocks, or the traveling nobles, almost no one could guarantee a safe round trip. He sent out three waves of soldiers in total, and the result was very good, with two waves returning.

But the problem is...

The soldiers who did not return and most likely died in the swamp were the first wave of soldiers he sent out.

According to the descriptions of the two waves of soldiers who returned, the first wave did not even see their daughter Tamara.

As for the remaining two waves, although they saw her, they were unable to bring her back.

Her daughter has become a devout believer of the Eternal Fire, and in this short period of time, has even become a witch hunter apprentice and is currently undergoing training.

Oh my god…

What a terrible thing.

He clutched the bottle, looking worried.

Suddenly, a hazy teleportation array lit up and three people walked out.

The baron looked over with dissatisfaction: "Oh, damn demon hunter, what do you think my house is? Your back garden, come and go as you please, at least say hello to me, I am a baron after all."

Harry shook his head. "There won't be any drunks in my garden."

"Ahaha, a witcher can have a garden?" The baron put down the bottle, "What are you doing here this time? Do you have time?"

Harry shook his head: "Not even close. I went back these few days to prepare for the search for Ciri."

"This time when I come back, I can find Ciri back."

The baron nodded and muttered, "That's great. That little girl Ciri will be happy to go back with you."

"It seems you have found your daughter?" Harry caught the expression on his face and asked.

The baron was struggling, turning his head away: "Is it obvious?"

"You want to have it written all over your face," Harry said softly. "She doesn't want to come back?"

The Baron grabbed the bottle: "I am not a qualified father in her eyes."

Harry waved his wand.

The bottle in his hand flew out and landed on a stool far outside the room. "You are an unqualified father, but obviously, her mother is not a qualified mother either. You should tell her the truth."

The baron couldn't hold it in any longer, and stood up, slapping the table: "What do you know?"

"I know all about your wife cheating on you and your drinking and domestic violence." Harry said expressionlessly.

The baron could no longer hold back and paced anxiously: "Has this matter spread?"

“Even you know…”

"Don't worry, it hasn't spread." Harry shook his head, "But I'm a witcher."

The baron relaxed a little: "Damn it, you demon hunters are even better at digging out other people's secrets than gossips."

"Only by laying all the mistakes out in the open can there be a chance of reconciliation." Harry said softly.

Hermione thought of something and became moved.

This may not only refer to the Baron family, but also to other people, such as Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore...

“What should I say?” The Baron pulled his thinning hair. “Tell Tamara that her mother betrayed the family?”

"Why not?" Hermione asked.

She couldn't quite understand the Baron. He was obviously not the one who made the initial mistake, but he made himself the biggest persecutor and the biggest victim.

The Baron said nothing.

Harry stared at his head. This was the first time he saw him take off his hat. He suddenly asked, "Do you need a hair growth potion?"

"It works very well and guarantees you will have lush, full hair."

The two remaining people in the room were stunned, looking at Harry in surprise and confusion.