The Wild Hunt go back.

Only leave a trail of footprints in this world.

The three of them continued to sleep. Hermione was a little insomniac because she had just experienced an attack - even though the attack did not cause any consequences, it was just like waking up all night.

But it was her first time experiencing it.

Harry and Ciri slept soundly. They had experienced a lot and had developed strong hearts.

It took Hermione a while to fall asleep amid the sound of her steady breathing.

She slept until noon the next day, when she was awakened by the sound of fighting.

Fight?

I was half asleep, but when this word flashed through my mind, I immediately woke up, grabbed my wand, and quietly slipped to the window.

Outside the house, two people were fighting.

But let her breathe a sigh of relief.

The ones fighting were Harry and Ciri.

She opened the door and walked out. Harry cut off the sword in Ciri's hand, and the wooden sword fell on her neck without mercy.

"Your swordsmanship doesn't seem to be making much progress." Harry shook his head.

Ciri was annoyed and threw the half-broken wooden sword to the ground: "You have made great progress, Harry."

"And I do rarely use the sword."

She turned around and greeted Hermione while preparing breakfast while waiting for the Wild Hunt to arrive at some unknown time.

And in another world.

The tall, thin man wearing the Ravenclaw diadem looked at the armored man who walked out of the portal.

"Eredin's pilot?" Voldemort asked.

The navigator nodded, "Yes, Lord Eredin asked me to assist you, but only for one day."

"Also, I want to take back the information about Bai Shuang."

Voldemort nodded: "Of course, everything is fine."

"Now, I don't need to teleport away yet, you can save some mana."

The navigator looked at him with contempt but said nothing. He gently waved the wand in his hand and closed the portal.

Voldemort led him into the dungeons to inquire for information.

The magic power surged quietly, exploring the situation.

Until deep into the cave.

Voldemort pulled out his wand and suddenly cast a spell at him.

"The soul is out of the body!"

The Navigator froze, his soul unbalanced and falling into Voldemort's hands.

"First catch," he whispered, flicking his wand.

The navigator continued walking into the crypt as if nothing had happened.

The Ain'el elves have no magic to defend against souls.

and……

Whether it was Crouch or Voldemort, they were all very cautious and selectively told Eredin all the magical knowledge, but the most critical and deadly Unforgivable Curse was not revealed to them.

Ordinary wizards are very resistant to the Unforgivable Curses.

The few fights the Wild Hunt had with wizards were all with Harry, Dumbledore, and white wizards like Bagshot and Goshawk, who did not use dark magic.

As for the two people who were captured...

It is even less likely that they would bring up the Unforgivable Curses on their own initiative.

Smart people always keep a trump card for themselves.

Voldemort considered himself a very clever man.

Walking deeper into the crypt, he took out a mirror and waited for something.

In Hogwarts.

Snape had just finished a painful class for him. The second-year wizards had at least acquired some basic awareness, but the first-year wizards were ignorant and naive, and still had abnormal fantasies about dark magic. The teacher had to tolerate not only their stupidity but also their naivety.

This was very stressful for him.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, an owl flew in from outside, landed on his desk, and dropped a heavy package.

pack?

For yourself?

Snape was startled, and was sure that it was not the time for the magazines and periodicals to be delivered, and he was also sure that he had not purchased any medicinal herbs.

Prank props?

What other daring and unrepentant prankster has appeared in Gryffindor?

very good……

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor." Even if it was just a suspicion, it was enough for him to find a reason to deduct points.

He waved his wand.

After checking, there were no curses, no evil spells, not even common prank spells.

Wand a little more.

The package opened automatically, revealing the contents. There was no plant juice such as "Babo Tuber Pus" which could be harmful to the human body. There was only a mirror inside.

Snape was familiar with this.

It's a two-way mirror.

Who would send me a two-way mirror?

A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he thought of a possibility, which made him pick up the mirror and inject his own magic power into it.

The mirror hummed, and soon, ripples appeared on the surface.

A figure appeared in the mirror.

"Karkaroff!" Snape's tone sank, "You have always been by the master's side?"

"It's me, Severus." Karkaroff didn't say anything, the voice came from above his head.

He raised his hand slightly, revealing his forehead, and a luxurious crown appeared.

"Master!" Snape's tone was calm.

"My dear Severus, you have become much more haggard." Voldemort's voice was pleasant and frivolous.

Snape said nothing, staring into the mirror.

"Can I still trust you, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

Snape said firmly, without hesitation: "Of course, Master."

"But Crouch has been captured for a long time." Voldemort said softly, "Dumbledore is still alive and well. It seems that he can live for at least another hundred years."

Snape replied calmly, "I can't find the opportunity."

"Do Potter and Dumbledore no longer trust you as much?" Voldemort asked.

"Perhaps," Snape said.

"There is something I need your help with, Severus." Karkaroff's eyes met his. Even though there was a mirror between them and even though it was another body, this gaze was still as sharp as Voldemort's when he was alive.

Snape said sincerely, "My master commands."

"I have received help from another world, the King of the Elves of Ain and El." Voldemort raised his wand and played with it in his hand. "Now I need to be resurrected. Karkaroff is not loyal enough. I cannot fully trust him. Severus, come and help me."

"Now that Potter is no longer in this world, this is my best chance."

"This afternoon, at Riddle Hall, Little Hangleton, you know where."

Snape nodded.

Voldemort went on: "And these materials..."

The call lasted more than ten minutes, and the two-way mirror went off.

Snape put down the mirror and walked out without hesitation. Even though he had classes to attend, he couldn't care less about them now. He pushed open the door of Dumbledore's office in a hurry.

"Fawkes, just eat it once." Dumbledore and his phoenix begged.

And Fox, perched on top of the chandelier, held in his claws two bottles of Roach Pile, unopened.

The sound of pushing the door startled the birds and people in the house, as well as the portraits who were eating melons and watching the show.

"What is the matter, Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape's face was serious: "Albus, Voldemort has returned to this world, and he is preparing to resurrect."