Harry didn't respond to him and continued to search through the cook's memory.

Hermione looked over and counted in her head.

Five children, not one less.

She felt relieved and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"One escaped." The Baron looked into the distance, worried.

He was always watching.

Although he was not good at fighting, he still had some eyesight after experiencing so many long wars. The battle situation was not complicated. The weaver woman flew away and turned into a crow.

"It was let go on purpose," Hermione said softly.

"Intentionally?" The baron was startled, his tone still flustered, "But don't they still have a curse on Anna? Will this..."

He didn't quite understand.

Hermione shook her head and comforted him: "Don't worry, we will find a way to remove the curse on your wife. Harry and I have some experience in this area. If it doesn't work, we can ask more professional people for help."

The Baron nodded.

Ciri added: “The Weaver was the bait we set aside to lure out Imlerith.”

"Ilerith, who is that?" the Baron wondered.

Ciri whispered: "Commander of the Wild Hunt."

The Baron was startled.

He looked at Ciri, then back at Harry.

When she first met Ciri, she was still a little girl who had to keep running away from the Wild Hunt, but when they met again, she had already begun to hunt the Wild Hunt instead.

These changes...

It was all caused by that taciturn and ruthless demon hunter.

He didn't say anything else, but reached out and subconsciously touched a child's head.

As night fell, the swamp fell into an eerie silence.

The weaver woman fled to Bald Tree Mountain in panic.

Is anyone following?

It seems not.

She took out the crystal ball hidden deep in the cave, and ancient Elvish words came out of her mouth.

After a moment.

The light burst out, and a bald elf emerged.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

The weaver said in a panic: "Lord Ilerith, we have found traces of the ancient blood."

"Have you caught her?" Imlerith's eyes and voice became brighter.

The weaver shook her head and said, "She had several powerful helpers around her. The three of us sisters were no match for her. They were all killed, and I was the only one who escaped."

"Help?" Imlerith's face darkened as he thought of the rumors he had heard recently.

The weaver woman nodded heavily.

"I understand." Imlerith waved his hand and extinguished the crystal ball.

He stood up, his eyes deep.

As the commander of the Wild Hunt, upon hearing the news about Ciri, he should lead the knights to hunt her down.

But Lord Eredin has been acting strangely lately, telling him not to take action immediately after hearing the news about Ciri, but to inform him instead.

And there are those powerful helpers.

He had vaguely heard some rumors about it.

But these news deliberately kept a distance from him.

Imlerath dressed and went to meet Eredin.

In the palace.

After listening to what Ileris said.

Eredin nodded. "Several powerful helpers, that would be really interesting."

"Illerith, prepare yourself and bring back the Ancient Blood."

Imlerith looked up.

There was some confusion in his eyes.

What's the difference between this and attacking directly yourself?

"Lord Eredin," he said softly, "Do you need me to act with Caranthir?"

He hadn't seen the golden boy of the Ain'el elves for a long time.

Eredin shook his head. "No, he has other things to do."

"Don't worry, Imlerith. Although the helpers around the Ancient Blood are difficult to deal with, I believe in your ability. You just need to make more preparations."

"Wait outside for a moment. I'll give you some details."

Imlerith complied.

He thought.

This should be Lord Eredin's reminder to himself, to be careful and cautious, and to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

He agreed and left.

After Imlerith left.

Eredin pulled out a crystal ball from under the table. It was emitting a bright glow and the magic was taking effect.

"Did you hear that?" He spoke to the person in the crystal ball, "We can start the action now. I will ask Imlerith to hold Harry back as long as possible."

Opposite the crystal ball was the tall and thin man controlled by Voldemort.

"What great news." A voice came from the crown, "I need your help, a navigator."

Eredin said nothing, just looked at him calmly.

"I can't get into Hogwarts right now," Voldemort replied. "Don't worry, I just want to rescue my son."

"I'll give it back to you after you're done using it."

Eredin made no response. "How is the progress of the White Frost research?"

"It hasn't been long since you last asked." Voldemort said calmly, "But, I have good news."

"I have developed a spell using white frost."

The tall, thin man raised his wand.

Chant the spell.

"White frost erosion."

A white mist gushed out from the tip of the staff and fell to the ground, leaving traces of white frost.

Eredin's eyes lit up: "Is there already a spell that can be used?"

Voldemort nodded: "Of course, but this spell is very dangerous, almost the same as the Fiery Curse. If the user's magic power is not strong enough, it will backfire."

"But wouldn't it be fine as long as it's strong enough?" Eredin asked back.

They looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"The navigator you asked for will be there tomorrow." After laughing, Eredin waved his hand and said, "Voldemort, happy cooperation."

Voldemort responded: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

The magic on the crystal ball disappears.

Eredin stood up and walked out of the house. He wanted to tell Imlerith how to delay time.

Voldemort, as always, imprisoned the crystal ball with magic.

He waved his wand again, revealing the table's original appearance.

In addition to the summary of research progress on White Frost, there are also some books - these are all books from the Wild Hunt.

The most frequently read manual in his collection was closed at this moment. The title was clearly written in gilded letters: "Detailed Explanation of Elemental Creatures". Next to this book, there were many other books: "Ancient Origins of Magic", "Transfiguration and Metamorphosis", "Making Inanimate Things Move", and "Detailed Explanation of Building the Wild Hound".

These are all closely related to "elements".

Voldemort's eyes swept over the books one by one, controlling the tall and thin man and tightening the wand in his hand.

"The day has finally come."

In another world, winter has just arrived.

It is already springtime at Hogwarts.

Ron, Neville and the others checked the corridor on the eighth floor every day as usual, and the Room of Requirement could still be opened today.

"Harry hasn't been back for a long time." Neville said in a low voice.

Push the door and walk into the house.

Ron shook his head and followed him in: "Don't worry, Professor Snape is not in a hurry, which proves that Harry is fine."

Inside the house, there is a training ground layout.

They conduct practical training here almost every day.