The commander of the Wild Hunt fulfills his mission to become bait.

He attracted Harry.

Of course, bait is never something that can be reused.

His huge head rolled to the ground, and his helmet flew out with a clang, leaving only the bald head with eyes open.

"The flames are blazing!"

With a wave of the magic wand, a clear yellow flame surged, destroying the corpse and eliminating all traces.

The steel chains also twisted back to their original shape. Harry thought for a moment, put them away and put them into the Sorting Hat.

Maybe it will be useful in the future.

After cleaning up, Harry walked towards another battlefield.

It’s almost the end there too.

Ciri has a lot of practical experience, Hermione is not as good, but she is cautious and well prepared. Spells, herbs, potions, and even the Weasley brothers' prank props, these things are not very powerful, but under Hermione's careful calculation, they are combined together to burst out with tremendous power.

Hermione dealt with both of the navigators.

Wait until Harry comes over.

Hermione used the Devil's Snare to capture the last two Wild Hunt Knights, and Ciri swung the sword in her hand and chopped off the heads of the two elves.

Ciri looked up. She heard footsteps. "Illeris is dead?"

Harry nodded. "Dead."

"But the situation is a bit bad. Ilerith was sent by Eredin to deliberately delay me."

Ciri was stunned, puzzled, while Hermione tilted her head, thinking of something.

"Eredin needs to know clearly that I stay in this world." Harry said softly, "In order to achieve some purpose during this period of time."

"Clear" is an important word.

Perhaps, they would guess that Harry was not in Hogwarts during this time, but in this world.

But do they dare to gamble?

Eredin might dare, but Voldemort definitely wouldn't.

Only when they know clearly will they dare to act.

This is just like playing cards. If you have "four eights" in your hand but don't know what cards the other party has, you will become worried and wonder if the other party has bigger cards than you. But when the bigger cards come out in single or pair form, and you know that the four eights in your hand are the biggest, then you can play smoothly.

"Voldemort?" Hermione uttered a single word.

"I think it's him, too," Harry echoed.

Ciri didn't quite understand, but she got the gist of it: "So we are going to your world now?"

Harry nodded.

Ciri put away her sword and opened her hands: "Of course, no problem, but wait a minute."

"I don't have a good grasp of the power of the Ancient Blood. I need to confirm the timeline first."

A bright blue portal opened.

She walked in and out again, and after repeating this several times, she adjusted the portal and said, "Okay, let's go."

They stepped in and waited to come out.

The hustle and bustle of a strange city.

"This is Germany." Hermione raised her head and looked at the billboard not far away. Based on the words on it, she quickly determined the area where her group was.

“Isn’t this the wrong location?” Ciri asked.

Harry shook Hermione's hand and grasped Ciri's forearm: "It's not important."

Apparition!

With a snap, they teleported away, and in the blink of an eye they landed in Hogsmeade.

Although it is still spring, this small village is covered in snow, as if Christmas had just passed.

The air is still filled with the scent of thick hoarfrost.

"Sure enough, they took action." Harry frowned and led the way towards the castle.

Ciri and Hermione followed closely behind.

In the palace of the Ain'el elves.

The navigator who was sent to Voldemort also returns.

He stood before Eredin, respectfully observing the etiquette of the Ain'el elves.

Eredin greeted him.

Sometimes it was about things related to himself, and sometimes it suddenly turned to the history of the Elves of Ainn and El, or some other secrets of the Wild Hunt that were difficult for outsiders to know.

The navigator responded fluently.

Only a true Ain'El elf could do this.

He was not Voldemort in disguise.

"What did that guy named Voldemort do?" asked Eredin.

The navigator answered honestly, "He broke into Hogwarts, rescued his son, and used the magic of that castle to revive him."

"Really?" Eredin's expression didn't change much. "Did he bring back his research on White Frost?"

The navigator nodded, took out three books and placed them on the table.

"After he was resurrected and gained a physical body, his research on White Frost was further developed."

"I'll wait for him there."

"It is said that the magic he developed can perfectly control the white frost."

Eredin raised an eyebrow. "Perfect control of the white frost?"

The navigator nodded.

Eredin was in a good mood. He leaned forward and picked up the top book.

He has never been a tolerant person, but he has always been very patient with Voldemort and even tolerated his rude words to him. The reason is very simple: he said that he could deal with the white frost and the results were indeed visible.

In order to deal with Bai Shuang, he can indulge in everything.

He even made up his mind to have a fight with Ciri for the sake of the ancient blood that could lead the Ain and El elves to escape the White Frost - although in the end he was still unable to react due to racial reasons.

If you are willing to sacrifice even your own chastity and dignity, then everything else means nothing.

Now finally there is a solution.

He was indeed a naive young man.

What value does he have when he has given himself the final trump card?

Eredin smiled and turned to the first page.

but……

The book was empty, with no words on the pages.

wrong!

This is wrong!

He immediately tried to drop the book in his hand, but he couldn't. It was firmly stuck to his hand. The curse took effect, his mouth and tongue were sealed, and then his hands turned to stone. His body stiffened little by little, and he was locked in his position.

The soul is not sealed.

His brain was still functioning and his eyes were still moving.

He tried to flip upwards and looked at the navigator.

But he had no expression on his face, he just raised his hand and opened a portal.

Voldemort, who was prepared, walked out.

"Your Excellency, Lord Eredin, the King of Ain and the King of the Wild Hunt, hello, nice to meet you." He greeted the person sitting there politely, "Nice to meet you, I am Voldemort, who needs your help and protection."

Eredin looked at the navigator with a look of disbelief.

betray!

I was actually betrayed.

and……

We had only been in contact for one day, but he betrayed me.

Voldemort noticed his look, smiled slightly, and snapped his fingers.

The navigator danced in a strange posture, shrugging his shoulders.

"Too bad, I forgot to introduce it to you before." Voldemort said softly, "This is the effect of a spell."

"One of the three unforgivables, the Imperius Curse."