Mag was a little unsure about this matter.

Should I tell Neville's family now?

From the perspective of a professor and a dean, she should certainly do this, but...

"Let him speak for himself." Harry said softly, "You can't borrow someone else's mouth to show off."

McGonagall nodded and looked at Neville, tilting her head in thought.

Yennefer moved a chair over and said, "Harry, I just talked to Ciri and found a solution to the problem on your head."

Ciri also came over and stared at his forehead. His black hair covered the lightning-shaped scar. "It's a terrible thing."

"You want it badly, don't you?" Harry said teasingly. "I can give it to you right now."

Ciri spread her hands: "If there is no bald, noseless soul."

When Ciri was still very young, when Harry had just arrived in that world and was picked up by Vesemir and was training in Kaer Morhen, Ciri envied the scar on Harry's head.

For people in that world, scars are not something to be ashamed of.

And a scar that happens to be in the shape of a lightning bolt, which is just so cool.

Ciri had already thought about it. If she had such a scar, she would definitely give herself a related nickname, such as "Lightning" or something like that.

Mag turned his head and asked, "What method?"

Yennefer turned towards Geralt.

White Wolf immediately took out a book from his pocket and handed it over.

Yennefer said as she flipped through the pages: "The reason why the soul piece on Harry's head is difficult to remove is because they are closely connected. If you cut it off rashly, it will damage Harry's soul."

"But what if... after the cut, the wound heals immediately?"

Mag listened, frowned, and shook his head slightly: "Lady Yennefer, we all know that this is possible."

“But that’s not realistic.”

"Even Albus couldn't do that."

Dividing the soul is not as simple as cutting a piece of flesh from the body.

That was an extremely painful thing.

There were many wizards who created Horcruxes in history, but except for that crazy guy Voldemort, almost all the remaining dark wizards chose to create only one Horcrux. It was not that they did not want to kill more people, but that dividing the soul was too painful, much more painful than the torture of the Cruciatus Curse.

The most important thing...

It wasn't a matter of slicing the soul off with a wave of a wand, and then having another person cast a healing spell to seal the wound.

Their purpose was not to cut out the soul, but to solve the problem without hurting Harry.

Then this is bound to be a delicate job.

The soul needs to be removed bit by bit, and in the process, Harry's exposed and fragile soul must be protected.

The risk is too great.

"No one can do this." Mag thought for a moment and emphasized, "Ms. Yennefer, this..."

Yennefer raised her hand and interrupted her: "I know, but what if time can be stopped?"

Professor McGonagall was startled.

Time stood still? This was an idea that was beyond her comprehension.

But if that's the case...

Harry's soul should be able to be saved.

Time would stand still, the wound would not get worse, and it wouldn't even be considered a wound, as long as it could be healed.

She looked embarrassed. "If that's the case, then maybe it's possible, but there's no such magic, not even Dumbledore."

Ciri straightened up: "I can!"

Just after she uttered those two words, she shrank her head and continued without confidence: "Although I can't do it now."

The ancient blood, sought after by many, possesses the ability to manipulate time and space.

Pausing time, and then deciding who is allowed to act within time and who is not allowed to act, these are all things that can be controlled by the Ancient Blood.

But... Ciri can't do that yet.

Her control over the Ancient Blood was somewhat clumsy, as her abilities were mostly in the spatial field, and her manipulation of time was a little too weak.

"How long will it take?" Professor McGonagall frowned and acted like the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts.

Ciri subconsciously answered obediently: "Avallac'h is here too, he can teach me."

"You should be able to learn it soon."

Mag nodded, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yennefer nodded: "Ms. McGonagall, you are the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts and are very good at education."

She reached out and patted Xili on the back: "Then Xili will be left to you."

Mag's face was serious: "Of course."

Ciri's eyes widened in disbelief - she had been out for so long, and now she had to be a student? That was not what Yennefer had told her just now.

But she did not refute and accepted it calmly.

To solve the problem in Harry's head, just read.

They continued to discuss the details, and Yennefer made many guesses. Although she tried very hard to use her knowledge system as much as possible to build a method to deal with the Horcrux fragments, but... this is a magical product of this world after all. In the final analysis, it still has to rely on the magic of this world.

And this is beyond Yennefer's ability.

Madam Pomfrey leaned over and joined the discussion. She herself was an excellent medical wizard. St. Mungo's had invited her many times, hoping that this excellent doctor could become a member of St. Mungo's, but she refused every time. Compared to St. Mungo's, she preferred to stay in Hogwarts.

Just as they were discussing how to cut the Horcrux all night.

The Ministry of Magic is not very peaceful.

Scrimgeour was awakened and hurried over.

An Auror sat shivering in a chair, holding a cup of hot chocolate, with Kingsley beside him.

"What's wrong?" He frowned and sounded tired.

Today was the most tiring day he had ever had.

He had communicated with Dumbledore.

Voldemort was resurrected and attacked Hogwarts - of course, this matter had not yet been spread, and only a few people knew about it, but the outside world had already determined that it was done by the Death Eaters.

Gringotts was attacked, with more than three hundred goblins!

More than three hundred!

Fortunately, Dumbledore helped, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not be able to solve this problem.

I finally made it to the end of the get off work day and went home and had just fallen asleep for a few hours when I was called again. The patronus's message was not very clear, Kingsley only said that something big had happened.

"Nurmengard is gone." The Auror raised his head, his voice trembling.

Scrimgeour was startled and looked at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Nurmengard is gone," the Auror repeated. "A ghost ship, and then a wizard who was able to summon a huge snowstorm. Nurmengard was gone almost instantly."

Scrimgeour frowned.

The huge snowstorm reminded him of Voldemort. Dumbledore had mentioned that he was resurrected by some weird thing called Hoarfrost.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something.

An Auror rushed in in a panic: "Minister Scrimgeour!"

"Attack on Diagon Alley!"

"A ghost ship!"