Gift?

These two words made Snape's face change slightly. He still hadn't learned to accept other people's kindness. He immediately responded with a sneer: "What kind of potion book is this? Potter, it seems that you are very concerned about letting me work for you for free."

"After all, you are the youngest Potions Master." Harry responded calmly, "Even if you are missing a hand, it is still difficult for anyone to match your level."

Snape laughed sarcastically, "But let me make it clear, this is not some recycling station."

"The things you picked out before were not of very high quality."

"If it doesn't involve another world, it has almost no value."

Snape was picky, but that was based on his level of awareness.

In the Demon Hunter world, the spread of knowledge is not as convenient as in this world. In fact... a lot of knowledge is half true and half false.

If it hadn't been from Harry, Snape would have thrown most of the waste paper into the fireplace.

"A way to make magic into a potion," Harry said softly.

Snape's face changed slightly: "Magic made into a potion?"

Harry nodded. "Interesting idea. There's also some other more reliable potion knowledge."

"That sounds good." Snape nodded.

They parted at the castle entrance.

Snape returned to his office, ready to wait for his master's contact.

Harry had to get these two old men to where they belonged now.

School clinic.

Madam Pomfrey was checking Ciri's body. Yennefer was worried about her beloved daughter and whether she had suffered any hidden injuries during the escape. Professor McGonagall was guarding Neville's bedside, and he had not woken up yet.

The door was suddenly opened gently.

Everyone in the room looked over there.

The ones who came in were Harry and Hermione, which made the people who had been nervous all the time breathe a sigh of relief.

But the two people floating in the air later made them nervous again.

Dumbledore! And a strange man, with a strong smell of dark magic.

McGonagall stood up and walked in quickly: "Harry?"

"Albus what's wrong?"

McGonagall couldn't think of anyone other than Harry and Voldemort who could defeat Dumbledore.

And if it was Harry who took action.

Dumbledore should not have passed out, but broken ribs or suffered other injuries to his body.

"Don't worry, no one is doing anything to them." Harry said softly, comforting Professor McGonagall, "Albus is just drunk."

Mag was stunned.

Drunk?

It was difficult for her to associate this word with Dumbledore. The old man did not like to drink. He drank a little occasionally, but it was mostly liqueurs with low alcohol content. How much did he have to drink to get drunk like this? The most important thing was that although Dumbledore was usually crazy, he would never let himself get drunk at this time.

Madam Pomfrey's eyes fell on Grindelwald, her brows twisted into a knot: "Harry, what about this..."

"He seemed to have been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time?"

Harry nodded: "Madam Pomfrey, you are so professional."

Madam Pomfrey gave him an unpleasant look.

"This is Grindelwald." Harry waved his wand and dropped Dumbledore into an empty sick bed.

Hermione also placed Grindelwald in an adjacent ward.

"Grindelwald?" Mag was surprised. "Gellert Grindelwald?"

Madam Pomfrey didn't feel much.

She was young enough that she wasn't even born when Grindelwald wreaked havoc.

Harry nodded.

"How did he come to Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall was surprised and looked at the man. "Isn't he imprisoned in Nurmengard?"

Harry began to explain: "Voldemort went to find him, but he was no match for Voldemort, so he fled here and wanted to seek help from Albus."

"Was the Cruciatus Curse cast on him by Voldemort?" Madam Pomfrey walked over, raised her wand, and checked Grindelwald's physical condition.

Harry shook his head: "No, Dumbledore did it."

The two professors were stunned.

They subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but quickly realized that this Dumbledore was not the same Dumbledore.

"Aberforth Dumbledore," Harry went on. "But that's not important. It's their family business."

Madam Pomfrey was in the mood for gossip.

But McGonagall didn't care at all. She waved to Harry and told him about what happened to Neville today. There was worry in her tone, but more of pride. In addition to Harry, Gryffindor House also had a very outstanding little lion.

Hermione sat next to Harry and listened patiently.

Madam Pomfrey examined him carefully and lowered her wand: "Harry, you should send him to St. Mungo's."

"The person who did this was a little too cruel."

"Although removing the magic effect will prevent him from ending up like the Longbottoms, if he stays here, given the conditions here, he will inevitably suffer some trauma."

"St. Mungo's won't take him," Harry said softly.

Madam Pomfrey said nothing.

He had not experienced that era, but he had heard of Grindelwald's reputation. If Voldemort had not appeared in Great Britain, the nightmare of the British people would probably still be Mr. Grindelwald, just like the wizards of other countries.

"No, let's just stay here." Grindelwald gritted his teeth, his voice weak.

Madam Pomfrey looked over.

Grindelwald spoke slowly, like a child learning to speak, bit by bit: "This is the punishment given to me by fate."

"I don't run away."

"This way, Albus will be fine."

Madam Pomfrey didn't quite understand.

Harry understood, and he persuaded Madam Pomfrey: "Just do as he wishes. This is the most important choice for him."

He does not feel guilty, but he will not escape punishment.

There is no conflict.

The most obvious sign of a great man is a strong will.

"Okay." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "But I have to tell you in advance, if you don't go to St. Mungo's, you will be entangled in uncontrollable tremors for the rest of your life. Your hands, your legs, and the spells you cast will probably no longer be able to hit any target."

Grindelwald said nothing, but nodded his head.

She sighed, turned and walked towards her office, and began to get the medicine.

"They..." McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"Something very interesting." Harry shook his head, but did not continue. Instead, he looked at Neville. "Isn't he awake yet?"

"Poppy said he was under too much mental stress." Mag shook her head. "She gave him a potion to restore his spirit. I'm afraid he will have to sleep until tomorrow, but don't worry, it's just some flesh wounds. He's very healthy now."

She paused for a moment.

"I'm a little confused. Should I tell Augusta about this now?"

"Let Neville talk to his grandmother in person after he gets better."