Toussaint is a wealthy country.

Not only in terms of material conditions, but also in spirit.

If we have to pick a country that can satisfy all demon hunters, it must be here.

The people here hardly ever swear at the witchers, and some may even be kind and polite to them.

Nothing could be more fitting for a demon hunter.

But Vesemir has almost never set foot in the country, until today.

Just like many demon hunters, and even many men, with a strong and handsome body and a smart brain, it is natural for him to become a suave person.

He also had many stories with many women.

Among them was a Countess of Toussaint.

They fell in love at first sight and then fell in love.

But the ending is not so good. Even in a country like Toussaint, the love between a witcher and a noble is not something that can be accepted.

Vesemir was having a tryst with the countess that day.

His brother suddenly came to catch people, but Vesemir was a witcher, so of course he wouldn't be caught so easily.

This became a knot in his heart, and Vesemir never developed a long-term relationship in the decades since then.

Time always heals everything.

Vesemir had been living in the house of the Countess since he came to Toussaint. Not only did he miss her, but the Countess also missed him and kept the clothes that he had not put on in a hurry.

With the help of the Countess, Geralt and Yennefer's wedding went more smoothly.

They prepared the venue and the costumes.

Ciri was the maid of honor and Harry was the best man.

The wedding was simple, without a big scene. There was only a group of closest friends, including witchers, sorceresses, Dandelion and his friends, and of course some sub-human creatures.

Under the flower gate where white roses and pink hydrangeas are intertwined.

Vesemir looked solemn and dignified.

"Geralt of Rivia, do you take the lady before you as your wife? For richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health."

Geralt nodded and said softly, "Yes, I do."

"Yennefer of Fangerburg, are you willing to marry the man before you? For richer or poorer, in sickness or in health."

Yennefer also nodded: "Yes, I do."

"In fact, that's what we've always been like, isn't it?"

Most of the people present had no experience with weddings. They treated this as a grand party and started to make a noise after the bride and groom took their vows.

Harry lit up the atmosphere with fireworks.

Hermione held the wine glass and watched the scene with longing.

The future... should be more lively than this.

In another world, Hogwarts.

Time has unknowingly come to September 1st.

Professor McGonagall's face turned dark. She sat on the chair and stared at Dumbledore in front of her: "Albus, Harry hasn't come back yet!"

Dumbledore whispered: "Minerva, don't worry so much..."

McGonagall gritted her teeth: "I'm not worried about him, but the Sorting Hat is in his hands!"

"How should we sort the houses tonight?"

Dumbledore was startled and pursed his lips: "It's just a hat. Isn't the real Sorting Hat still in this world?"

Mag restrained his expression and said expressionlessly: "You mean the motorcycle?"

Dumbledore said nothing.

Mag went on: "The motorcycle that just came out of Antarctica, crossed the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea, and caused unrest in several countries?"

"Of course it is." Dumbledore nodded with some difficulty.

McGonagall laughed, her smile was very bright: "So at the start-of-term dinner tonight, I will push a motorcycle and let the little wizards wear those things on their heads?"

"Why not ride on the body of the car?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

Mag's expression suddenly turned cold: "What do you think?"

Dumbledore spread his hands: "But there is nothing we can do."

"Please trouble Headmaster Dumbledore to personally conduct the sorting ceremony tonight." McGonagall stood up and spoke calmly, with extraordinary decisiveness, and no room for rebuttal.

Dumbledore said helplessly: "But I haven't done this for a long time."

Mag smiled coldly, then stood up and left.

Wait until evening.

The Hogwarts Express arrived and students began to walk into the castle.

Neville, who had recovered from his illness, poked his head out from the Gryffindor table: "Where are Harry and Hermione?"

"I didn't see them on the train just now. I sent them a lot of letters this summer, but they didn't reply to me."

He looked eager.

This summer, grandma urged me many times to invite Harry and Hermione over. They not only changed my grandsons, but also changed the Longbottom family.

Revenge with one's own hands, what a wonderful word.

It’s a pity that I haven’t been able to get in touch with you.

Ron shook his head: "I heard them say that he seemed to be attending Geralt's wedding."

"Maybe he hasn't come back yet."

Neville sighed, "Well, then we'll wait until they come back."

His gaze turned to the teachers' seats.

Professor McGonagall's seat was empty - this was normal, as the annual sorting ceremony was organized by Professor McGonagall.

But Professor Dumbledore's position was also vacant.

Some students were already whispering and discussing why Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, the professors looked relaxed and even looked forward to something, which prevented the young wizards from thinking about bad things.

soon.

Professor McGonagall led the little wizards in.

But... everyone felt something was a little strange, as if something was missing.

The Sorting Hat!

Soon the little wizard discovered that the tall tripod stool was missing, and so was the old but amiable hat.

Just when they were still wondering, the door of the auxiliary hall opened with a bang, and Dumbledore came in from outside on a motorcycle and landed in front of the teacher's seat.

A few fresh leaves fell together.

Dumbledore got out of the car: "Aha, what a novel experience."

The little wizards looked at each other.

They finally understood what the expectant looks on the professors' faces meant.

This way of appearing...

"For some reason, the Sorting Hat itself cannot come here." Dumbledore said softly, "Although this is a motorcycle, it is also a Sorting Hat."

Headlights flashing.

The Sorting Hat greeted loudly: "Good morning, little wizards of Hogwarts. It's so great to see you again."

It took a deep breath, waved its headlights, and sang happily.

This summer vacation, I had a lot of fun hanging out with Sirius, but he never forgot about singing.

The students of Hogwarts were relieved.

Although... a motorcycle is somewhat hard to accept.

But the soul of the Sorting Hat is still that hat.