That was Hermione's Patronus.

Harry smiled and raised his wand. His Patronus, a bright silver griffin, flew out and paced and stamped its feet in front of the room.

In the room, Hermione came out with Ciri.

It was very quiet outside the house.

No fight.

Two creatures that could barely be identified as humanoids were struggling in a pile of wriggling vines, and their movements were getting smaller and smaller.

Compared to this thing, Ciri's focus is elsewhere.

"What is this?" She looked at the two beautiful creatures, especially the griffin, walked over carefully, stretched out her hand, and placed it on the wing.

It has a tactile feel, is solid, and is warm.

Just like a real living creature.

It just doesn't have that breath of life.

"A Patronus," Hermione replied.

Ciri tilted her head: "That spell you used on Anna?"

Hermione nodded.

"It can also have this form?" Ciri stroked it. "So Harry, are you really joining the Griffin School now?"

She smiled, with a hint of sarcasm.

"The symbol of Gryffindor is a griffin." Harry shook his head, "And Geralt and I have proved that I am still a pure wolf-faction witcher."

"Compared to this, we have more important things to do."

He raised his hand and waved his wand at the demon.

The blue flame flew away.

The vines moved aside in panic, revealing the tightly wrapped head.

They were wearing armor and were restrained so tightly that they did not die for a while, but their breathing was a little difficult and their faces turned blue due to suffocation.

“Only two?” Ciri walked closer, stretched out her hand, and carefully touched the Devil’s Snare.

With a whoosh sound.

It became more and more aggressive, directly wrapping around her fingers, crawling along her wrist and arm, and in the blink of an eye it reached her shoulder blade, and was still spreading rapidly.

Ciri exclaimed.

The blue flame flew away, and the Devil's Snare retreated immediately. Ciri broke free and took several steps back: "Harry, your magic is attacking me."

"This is a plant, the Devil's Snare. It is extremely alive in a dark and humid environment and will grab the creatures it encounters. The more they struggle, the stronger their binding force will be." Hermione also came over and began to explain, "But when it can no longer sense the struggle, it will let go of the things it has bound."

Ciri leaned over: "It doesn't sound very dangerous."

"This is what we cover in our first year," Hermione reminded her.

Harry nodded and replied to Ciri's original question: "Only two, no one else."

"I just destroyed the portal, and no one else came out."

Ciri said nothing, frowning slightly.

This is not normal.

They even dealt with the old witch. It was obvious that she was not someone that could be dealt with by just two ordinary Wild Hunt Knights. Even when Ciri was on the run, it was Imlerith or Caranthir who chased her.

Harry flicked his wand.

The helmet of a Wild Hunt Knight flew out, revealing his face. Devil Ivy straightened his head and his eyes met Harry's.

Capture the mind and thoughts.

Memories came to him without hindrance.

Unlike the cook, Harry had to read through it paragraph by paragraph, looking for all her knowledge about herbs. As for the Wild Hunt, he just wanted to know why only two people were sent.

Quickly, he looked away.

"How is it?" Ciri asked.

Harry whispered, "These two are scouts."

“Scout?” Ciri was surprised.

Harry nodded. "Illeris doesn't really trust the old witch. He sent someone to confirm how many people we have."

“This doesn’t seem like something Imlerith would do.” Ciri shook her head.

She had been to the world of the Ain and El elves, and almost had something happen with Eredin - if Eredin was not a **, perhaps what happened today would not have happened.

Know a little about Imlerith.

Unlike Karanthir, who was pampered since childhood and was hailed as a golden boy.

Imlerith climbed up from the bottom, fighting in one war of aggression against other worlds after another, and finally reached his current position as Eredin's deputy and core commander of the Wild Hunt.

He believes in his abilities.

In short, a megalomaniac.

Scouting, reconnaissance? Such cautiousness is not like his style.

"In his memory," Harry continued, "the Wild Hunt seemed to have other more important things to do. Eredin did not seem to approve of Imlerith's actions, and he complained about it."

"It seems they don't know that Caranthir was captured by me."

"It was only because of Imlerith's repeated requests that Eredin agreed."

"Just ask him to be cautious."

"But he seems to have overestimated the ability of his scouts, and underestimated my spells and the sharpness of the demon hunters."

Ciri frowned and nodded.

This does seem like something Imlerith would do.

He is always so arrogant and thinks he is invincible and omnipotent.

But she cared more about Harry's first sentence: "Something more important?"

"The world of Hermione and I," Harry said softly, "the magic that can control the hoarfrost."

"The Ancient Blood is important, but it is nothing more than escaping the White Frost."

"But if you master our magic, you might be able to control the white frost."

Although in the legend of the Ain'El elves, the Ancient Blood has the power to control the White Frost, in reality it cannot do so. All it can do is lead an entire world of people to escape from the White Frost.

Of course... maybe for Eredin, opening the door to the world, launching a massive attack and conquering the world is more important.

Ciri frowned.

Harry went on quietly: "That's very good news."

"We can always go back."

"Even if Eredin plans to take advantage of this time to invade us, we still have Dumbledore. He has always been reliable in major matters."

"Ilerith is acting alone, and he doesn't have many troops. This is a good opportunity to reduce the strength of the Wild Hunt."

Ciri's frown relaxed a little.

"Now that the scout has been captured by us, will Imlerith still come?" she said worriedly.

"Got it?" Harry shook his head. "When did we get it?"

He raised his wand and pointed it at one of the Wild Hunt Knights.

Once you forget, everything is empty.

Hermione chanted the same spell.

Their eyes suddenly became confused.

Harry and the others went back to their room and went to bed quietly.

Half an hour later.

The two Wild Hunts regained consciousness outside the swamp.

In their memory.

As they landed, they fell into the trap set by the witcher and the portal was blown open. However, with a quick glance, they were sure that what the weaver said was correct. The Ancient Blood was a black-haired witcher and a beautiful young sorceress.

They took out their devices and contacted the navigator on their own world.

After a moment.

A new portal opened beside them.