Wait until the next day.

Geralt woke up refreshed with two more sets of clothes on the hanger.

A loose set of sportswear, the clothing of ordinary people.

A set of black tight-fitting witch robes, which was intended for Yennefer.

The clothes are not difficult to wear.

Geralt put on her underwear, put on her tracksuit and stretched her fists and feet, the fabric was close to the body, but it didn't irritate the skin at all, and it was more comfortable than the finest lamb's wool.

He crept out of the room, closed the door softly, and looked around.

The castle is huge.

But where do you go? Harry said last night that he lived in the tower and that himself.

Before he could put his ideas into practice, the floor in front of him suddenly lit up, and a small arrow flashed to point the way.

Geralt followed the arrow, descended the grand staircase, bypassed areas that suddenly appeared and disappeared, and stepped on a few stairs that floated around with people, and finally walked out of the complex interior to the first-floor auditorium.

He pushed the door open and entered.

There were four long tables in the Great Hall, and Harry sat on one of them, waving his hand at him.

"Harry, you're really early." Geralt walked over, and immediately a plate and an empty cup appeared in front of him.

"It's almost eight o'clock now." Harry raised his wrist and glanced at the time, the hour hand almost stopped at "VIII", and the minutes were only a few small ticks away from "XII", "Looks like you had a great night yesterday?" ”

Geralt looked at the plate, then at the food on Harry's plate, and tried to whisper, "A beef stew in red wine." ”

Juicy, plump chunks of beef immediately appeared on the plate.

The aroma is tangy.

He skillfully picked up the knife and fork: "The one in your hand can accurately record time?" ”

"Hermione." Harry nodded, "Right down to the second." ”

Geralt swallowed the beef: "I think I need a piece too, how do you get this thing?" ”

"I'll get you one later." Harry was succinct.

Geralt was about to speak.

Harry continued: "Geralt, I am now rich enough to allow Viselmir to live his life without taking commissions, and by the way, to repair Kylemohan as he wants, so that he can live comfortably there. ”

"Even potions, weapons, and armor can be updated at any time."

Geralt was surprised: "You have this level of money now?" ”

It didn't cost much to renovate Kylemohan, it was just a hassle.

If you don't accept commissions and live comfortably for the rest of your life, you won't spend too much money.

But potions, weapons, armor, these things can be updated at any time, and they are really rich, even some small nobles dare not let go of Haikou, saying that they will support Viselmir for the rest of his life—that is a very old man, almost older than the age of some countries.

"More money than you think." Harry nodded, "The Potter family lives on the heads of wizards throughout the wizarding world, and that's a steady stream of income. ”

Geralt swallowed another piece of beef: "No wonder the armor you gave me is like that, although it is quite useful, how long has it not been maintained?" ”

"It tastes like that." Harry finished the last bit of his food, "Made of troll skin, if you've ever seen that creature, you'll be able to understand it." ”

Geralt shook his head, "It doesn't feel like a good thing." ”

Harry looked up at the door, "Oh, here it is. ”

Geralt followed, and he whispered, "Very dangerous man." ”

They heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and the smell of snakes.

Clang - the door is pushed open.

Snape walked in: "Potter, you."

He noticed the man sitting across from Harry in the Great Hall, with the same eyes as him.

"Introduction, this is Geralt." Harry stood up, sat down at the Hufflepuff table, and with a wave of his wand, brought Geralt's plate over, "Someone I trust, like you, deserves my life. ”

"This is Severus Snape, a great Potions Master." Harry turned his head, "I trust him. ”

"Hello." Geralt greeted him.

At first glance, he didn't have a good sense of Snape, with loose robes, greasy hair, lifeless eyes, and an evil and dangerous aura that lingered around him.

Snape was the same, and even he had nothing but dislike for Geralt.

Especially those amber, vertical eyes.

"Another Potter?" Snape whispered.

Harry shook his head: "Geralt is Geralt, it has nothing to do with Potter, as for the eyes, it is a complicated matter, I can explain it to you slowly." ”

Snape sat down, a plate appearing in front of him.

His appetite wasn't as good as the two witchers, just a few green beans and potatoes, "I'll see you at Dumbledore's office later, there's something going on."

"Barty Crouch Jr. wrote to you?" Harry asked him.

Snape paused and glanced at Geralt, "Potter, sometimes people with the same eyes are trustworthy. ”

"Geralt and I have lived and died together many times." Harry shook his head, "He's my father, so to speak. ”

Geralt smiled lightly and nodded slightly.

No wonder.

Snape froze.

No wonder I didn't like this person so much at first sight.

"You don't even have that much respect for that Black guy." Snape sneered.

"My love for the Godfather and Geralt is the same." Harry retorted, "It would be sad for the Godfather to know that you were saying that. ”

He paused slightly: "Of course, my dear Severus, so does my love for you. ”

Snape nodded his plate: "I'm eating, don't say such disgusting things." ”

"Last night, Barty Crouch Jr. wrote to me saying that he needed my help to make some potions, and by the way, asked me to find some information at Hogwarts related to the wild hunt."

"Where's the address?" Harry asked him.

Snape shook his head: "Crouch is almost as cunning as the Dark Lord, no address revealed, I tried to track it with magic, but it didn't work. ”

"You didn't make it?" Harry was a little surprised.

Snape emphasized: "It's not a success, it's not a failure, it's too far away for magic to work." ”

"I'll talk about it later when I see Dumbledore." Harry refilled himself with a glass of water, "I read the letter I gave you yesterday?" ”

"You're only in sixth grade." Snape glanced at him, "You think about childbirth a little too early, at least after graduation." ”

Harry shook his head, "Not me. ”

Snape glanced at Geralt, hesitated, and took out a bottle of potion from his pocket: "Deer blood potion, it can be used for emergencies, but this kind of problem is best to go to St. Mungo, with some magic can easily solve these problems." ”

"Dear sir, I'm having a good time in that and don't need these things to help." Geralt put the potion away.

Harry explained, "It's something else. ”

"We'll talk about it later when Madam Pomfrey comes over."

Snape ate quietly.

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat and pulled out an object and placed it on the table, "Speaking of the harvest in Avalon, I got it. ”

Golden apples glow faintly on the table.

"Golden apples?" Snape sniffed slightly, the rich scent of apples that made him a few points more sober, "The legendary one?" ”

Harry nodded.

"Want to make it into a potion?" Snape didn't touch it, "You should give it to Sprout, maybe she'll be able to grow it again." ”

Harry shook his head, "Its power is dissipating, slowly, but compared to yesterday, it has dissipated by nearly one percent. ”

"Is there any way to save it?"

As he spoke, he pulled out another bottle from the Sorting Hat, which contained a milky liquid that glowed dimly.

"This is the sap of the golden apple tree."

"It's worse than the golden apple, almost a third of the magic is gone."

"If you can't keep it, make it into a potion as soon as possible."

Snape was weird: "Is Professor Potter starting to give me homework now?" ”

"I'll keep one in my hand." Harry shook his head, "In case I fail, there's Master Snape to back it up." ”

Snape snorted, didn't speak, and with a wave of his wand, gathered up the golden apples and sap.

"The Thunder Potion we use in Avalon is the work of Master Snape." Harry introduced Geralt, "There are a lot of materials that he didn't have, and he improved them little by little. ”

Geralt's eyes immediately became respectful.

It's not too difficult to make potions, but it's too difficult to adjust the potion recipe.

Snape narrowed his eyes, noticing the word "here" in Harry's words.

Yennefer also got up quickly, and like Geralt, she was guided by the house-elves to come to the Great Hall for dinner.

"What about Mr. Dumbledore?" Wait for the last muffin to be stuffed into your mouth, and Yennefer probes.

"Here we are." Harry whispered.

A flame unfolded in front of them.

Dumbledore pulled a man along, "I went to pick up Poppy." ”

"Mr. Snape knows about Harry, does this lady know?" Ye Naifa was unceremonious and opened his mouth to ask.

Dumbledore shook his head.

Ye Naifa waved his hand: "Then this lady will go out first, and we will discuss Harry's affairs first?" ”

"Madam Pomfrey can be trusted." Harry whispered, "It was only before that Dumbledore didn't say anything because he was afraid they would worry about me. ”

"But compared to what's on my forehead, let Madam Pomfrey examine you first."

Yennefer frowned, "Harry, I've been like this for decades. ”

"Me too." Harry interrupted.

"Ye, listen to Harry." Geralt began, "He's a very reliable man. ”

Ye Nefer chuckled, "At least a little more reliable than you." ”

Geralt shook his head helplessly.

At least

In this way, Ye Naifa agreed to come down.

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath and, with a wave of her wand, conjured a bed: "This lady, please lie down now." ”

Yennefer acted on her instructions.

Madam Pomfrey flicked her wand, and a spell fell on her, and soon her eyebrows were furrowed.

(End of chapter)