Wild Hunt.

Dumbledore pushed his glasses.

He was not unfamiliar with the word - in the legends of Great Britain, there is also a legend called "wild hunt", hounds, ghost-like knights, who come to the sound of trumpets, bring death and war, and those who encounter wild hunts will be killed by them and then become one of them.

"There have been legends of wild hunting in our world." Dumbledore whispered.

Geralt and Yennefer looked over.

Harry also looked sideways.

He rarely reads this kind of inconsequential folklore, this kind of intelligence gathering work, Hermione is generally in charge, and the legend of "Wild Hunt", which has nothing to do with Voldemort, the Three Hallows, or even any kind of legendary props that may be obtained by Voldemort, has naturally never been mentioned.

Dumbledore continued, "In a book called The Peterborough Chronicle, it is recorded that more than eight hundred years ago, there was a wild hunt in Great Britain for two months, and they were tall and wearing black armor, and even their dogs were black. ”

"There were also wizards who fought with the Wild Hunt, and they were powerful, but they were eventually driven away before Easter."

Speaking of which, he paused.

"In that book, it is also recorded that the winter of that year came early, but war and famine have been hanging over the land of Great Britain, and no one is paying attention to this vision."

"Now it seems that the frost and snow that came in advance may have been brought by wild hunting."

Harry muttered, "More than 800 years ago, the Wild Hunt came? ”

Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm afraid it's more than that." ”

"The legend of the wild hunt is also very old, almost the same period as King Arthur."

"And for thousands of years, it's happened from time to time—"

"It's a pity that Nicol is dead, otherwise we could have consulted him, he lived long enough to even see it with our own eyes."

Harry rubbed his head: "Ciri also came to this world during the time of King Arthur. ”

"She met Galahad."

"Did Godric tell you?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Godric doesn't believe in me as much as you do, he prefers you too much as an heir, and I'm obviously a very good Gryffindor." ”

"Does Ciri have anything left in this world?" Geralt asked.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I'll take you there when I wait until Hogwarts." ”

They should go down and chat.

In the sky, there was a buzz, accompanied by a bright, concentrated light that flew in.

Geralt drew his sword cautiously.

"Relax, that's my horse." Harry spoke.

Horse?

Can fly?

Geralt put away his sword and looked with interest—no witcher could refuse a flying horse.

The Sorting Hat landed, followed by a motorcycle spitting griffons and Gryffindor First livery.

"This is the horse of this world?" Geralt looked at them, "It's very charming." ”

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Hey, I'm not a horse." ”

"I'm the greatest hat in the world, and the greatest motorcycle."

"Harry, it's such a hassle for you to get a motorcycle to come over."

Harry looked at the car, "Why did you come here on such a motorcycle?" ”

"I think it's the most pleasing to the eye." The Sorting Hat replied with a firm voice.

Harry sighed and slapped the dashboard, "You'll take Geralt and Yennefer with you." ”

"Let's go back to Hogwarts."

Geralt looked at the two not tall, even fancy motorcycles, and was a little at a loss: "How am I going to ride it, like riding a horse?" ”

"It's not like horseback riding." The Sorting Hat trotted over, "Just sit up, I'll ride myself." ”

Harry had already stepped onto the fancy painted motorcycle, and Dumbledore didn't rush to sit on it, waving his wand, conjuring a sidecar, and stuffing the flower-tied Bella into it.

Geralt followed Harry's example and sat in front.

Yennefer also sat up, and naturally wrapped his arms around Geralt's waist.

"Let's go!" The Sorting Hat shouted cheerfully, "What's your name, that white-haired man?" ”

"Geralt."

"Geralt, just hold the handle, don't make any movement, and don't twist the handle."

"Of course, you can try to wave that blue switch."

Blue switches?

Geralt reached out and flicked it.

A spell that hung over the motorcycle failed, and a huge, violent wind blew immediately, making him unable to open his eyes.

"How?" The Sorting Hat smiled.

Geralt remembered where he was, flipped the switch back, and the magic immediately took effect, and the barrier poured out again, keeping the wind out.

"I almost thought I was going to fall." He smiled and shook his head.

"What's your relationship with Harry?" The Sorting Hat asked curiously, "The ancestors of the Potter family?" You have the same eyes as him. ”

"The Potter family seems to have been studying at Hogwarts, but I haven't seen you."

Geralt was succinct: "If you can, Harry will introduce it to me." ”

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Alright, alright. ”

The Malfoys weren't that far from Hogwarts.

Half an hour later, they saw the magnificent castle on the edge of the lake.

Geralt's eyes were deep.

castle

What a familiar building.

They weaved from tower to tower, and soon entered a room through a large window - Dumbledore had converted the window of his office into a large floor-to-ceiling window to make it easier for the Sorting Hat to hang out with Godric's portrait.

Get off the motorcycle.

Dumbledore waved his wand, "Would you like something to drink?" ”

"A beer is fine." Geralt spoke.

Ye Naifa waved his hand: "A glass of water." ”

Without Dumbledore casting a spell, the drink they wanted immediately appeared on the table.

"Butterbeer, I don't know if you like it or not." Dumbledore beckoned them to sit down, "Harry doesn't like it much, he prefers whiskey or brandy." ”

Geralt tried to take a sip.

It has a light toffee flavor and a buttery mellow taste, but it is refreshing to drink.

"Ye, you should like it, do you want to try it?" Geralt handed her the cup.

Harry didn't sit down.

He waved his wand, and the meditation basin flew out of the cabinet, conjuring a barstool to catch the huge stone basin.

"Would you like to take a look?" Harry took out the bottle containing the memories and extended an invitation to them.

All three of them stood up again.

The Sorting Hat thought back into the hat and muttered, "Dip me in, can you see it?" ”

"I don't think so." Harry shook his head and put the memory in, "And you're too big. ”

"Just bury your head in it." He looked up and explained to Geralt and Yennefer.

He took a deep breath and buried his head in it first.

Dumbledore followed.

The two of them looked at each other and buried their heads in it.

The face came into contact with the liquid in the meditation basin, and it sent a great attraction, cold, pitch black, swaying in the whirlpool.

The four of them landed quickly.

They appear in an empty, but lavishly decorated bedroom with two people in the room—Bellatrix and Voldemort.

"It's Bellatrix's memory, they can't find us." Just as Geralt was about to unleash Quinn and draw his sword from the lake, Harry stopped him and whispered, "This is something that has happened in the past. ”

Voldemort lay on the bed like a baby, and confessed his last words to Bellatrix.

Harry listened, and walked around the room.

Bellatrix didn't have much of an impression of the room, many of which were blurry in place, with only a few pieces of paper on them.

Deathly Hallows, Avalon, Potter.

Something that they knew might work before, but doesn't work for them now.

Voldemort finished calling Rodolphus.

After saying the words "If Severus is a traitor, do everything you can to kill him", a milky white mist suddenly welled up in his memory.

"What's going on?" Geralt was surprised.

Harry frowned, "This memory has been destroyed, we'll see if we can fix it later." ”

Soon.

The white fog receded.

Bellatrix has reappeared, and Voldemort has replaced with Rodolphus' body.

He waved his hand: "My dear Bella. ”

"Are you ready to give everything to me?"

Bella responded gently, but opened the cabinet and grabbed a book in the cabinet.

She was hooked by the portkey.

There was a whirlpool in memory, and they were teleported along with Bellatrix.

Came to a manor.

In the room, there was only a thin but tall, pale man.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Harry whispered, his eyes deep.

Two years have passed since the beginning of the fourth grade, and this is the first time he has seen this person in person.

"Bella, why are you here?" Crouch was surprised, his face was gloomy, "It's still a portkey." ”

"Potter and Dumbledore find Malfoy Manor." Bellatrix said in a sad tone, "Narcissa, my dear sister has become a despicable betrayer, run, take with her master's treasures. ”

"Father's order?" Crouch stood up.

Bellatrix nodded: "Yes, the master's order." ”

"He wants you to flee, preferably far away from Great Britain, and look elsewhere for something that will resurrect your master and make him stronger."

Crouch clenched his fists and his face was humiliated: "What about my father's new memories?" ”

"There's no time to pull the memories out." Bellatrix shook his head, "The master just possessed Rodolphus' body when they broke into the manor, I have to come and warn you, otherwise I can't leave it." ”

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"But the master has some explanations." Bellatrix continued softly, "Harry has been gifted with knowledge of another world. ”

"Go find clues to the hunt."

"By his side, there are new helpers, Yennefer and Geralt."

"Geralt is a white-haired man with the same strength as Harry, who doesn't know magic."

"And Yennefer, a witch almost as powerful as Severus."

"But the power of the wild hunt is stronger than all of them, go find the wild hunt, and use their power."

Speaking of this, Bellatrix paused, his tone serious: "Try to trust Severus. ”

"The master knows that he will help Dumbledore and Potter pass on some news about us, but he has been branded as a master and will always be a member of the Death Eaters, and he will only be a Death Eater in the end."

Crouch nodded, "I see." ”

"And where do you think we should go now?"

Bellatrix shook her head, "No, it's you." ”

"Barty, you are the godson of your master, the last hope of the Death Eaters"

"I want to be by my master's side forever."

They lifted their feet, walked out of the house, followed the stairs, reached the basement entrance, opened the layers of magical barriers, and finally walked inside.

In the room, there are two things.

Two tattered cans, and a key.

Crouch grabbed the key, put it in his pocket, and after distinguishing the two cans, he put his hand on one of them, and the doorkey activated, disappearing with him.

Bellatrix grabbed another can and returned to Malfoy Manor.

"That's all we need to know for now." Harry spoke, grabbing Yennefer with one hand and Geralt with the other, and looked upwards - the floor slowly moved away from the soles of their feet, but soon there was a solid feeling as they pulled their heads out of the meditation basin and returned to their offices.

"Voldemort's last Horcrux was a key?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"Do you think you can believe that memory?" Harry shook his head, stretched out his wand, and dragged Bellatrix, who was still in the sidecar, to Dumbledore's feet, "Let's see if her memories have been tampered with." ”

The two of them scrutinized it.

"That conversation in the middle was violently destroyed, and there is no way to fix it." Dumbledore shook his head.

"There are traces of the memory being modified, but I can't tell which one it is." Harry frowned and threw Bellatrix to the ground, adding a stober spell by the way, "Bellatrix should have gone to see Crouch, but something else."

The highest level of deception is to mix lies with truth.

Voldemort is very good at this, he has brains, and he is the best at playing with people's hearts - it is a shame to deceive an old woman, but it is a kind of ability, so that those who are mature and have experienced many things are willing to spit out their biggest secrets, which is not something that can be done with just a handsome face.

Memories are not entirely fake.

Both Harry's perception of Voldemort and his analysis of magic detection are illustrating this point.

But the question is, which ones are true and which ones are not.

"I just noticed outside the window, the terrain should be obvious?" Geralt sat down.

"It's in southeastern Great Britain." Harry nodded, "But there's something out of place in the room, have you noticed a dresser?" ”

"Barty Crouch is a man."

Geralt pondered: "Don't the men here wear makeup?" ”

"The outside may be real, but the house is definitely not that room." Harry analyzed, "And those words, looking for the wild hunt is probably not fake."

"No matter which Voldemort is resurrected, he is hungry for power."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, "If he's going to look for a wild hunt, where is he most likely to go?" ”

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "Germanic regions. ”

"That's the area with the most records and the most wild hunts."

(End of chapter)