"I'll take a look here." Geralt crouched down, picking at a few other mosses.

Harry waved his wand.

The moss peels off and the grass dies and quickly melts into the soil.

There was a buzz in the pavilion.

The stone platform in the center twisted and opened like a portal, revealing a downward passage - the path to Godric's room, which could still be opened without inserting the Gryffindor sword.

Geralt examined it carefully.

But the end result was the same as Harry's, except for the small mark on the stone pillar.

Swallows, spread their wings and soar thousands of years ago.

But now a thousand years later, where did she fly?

They rode the Thestrals and returned to Hogwarts.

In the auditorium.

Harry conjured up the parchment and floated it in front of them, "Let's tidy it up. ”

"Now we have to do two things, one is to find Voldemort, and the other is to find Ciri's traces, what she might leave behind in this world."

Because I'm in this world.

Geralt and Yennefer have also been sleeping in this world, and Ciri knows that she will find a way to save them.

"The memories in Bella's mind are not necessarily real, I tried it last night, and it was so badly damaged that some of the memories were even stripped away and could not be repaired."

"But his desire to find the Wild Hunt shouldn't be fake."

"He can't find the Three Hallows, and Grindelwald won't join forces with him."

The quill followed Harry's words as he drew a map of the European plate on paper, the Germanic region shimmering brightly.

"Dumbledore said that the Wild Hunt had been a frequent presence in the area, so it was clear that Ciri had been active in the area."

With that, Harry paused, his wand tapping his wand on the parchment.

The map of Great Britain instantly expanded.

"Of course, the most important thing should be something related to Galahad, Ciri has the blood of the ancients, and she can see the future." Harry whispered, "She should have left some key intelligence messages there. ”

Dumbledore was thoughtful.

Yennefer pouted: "That woman in Avalon should have been in contact with Ciri, the man named Voldemort, who read the woman's memories like you?" ”

Harry nodded.

"Then the question now is not whether Voldemort will find the wild hunt, the question is whether that person will do something to Ciri!" Yennefer slapped the table and accentuated his tone, "He knows what Ciri is capable of!" ”

Harry comforted her: "Yennefer, there is no legend of "Ancient Blood" in our world, time and space are very profound magic, Voldemort knows Ciri's ability, and will only treat Ciri as a very powerful witch, he is a weak person, and he does not dare to provoke Ciri easily. ”

Yennefer pursed his lips.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "That's right, with the current level of magic of Harry and I, we are only playing with space superficially, and we can't do anything about time." ”

Yennefer sat back and said no more.

Harry tapped on the parchment again, and the map was enlarged again, and the Scottish Highlands and Hogwarts appeared in front of them one after another: "Albus, remember the statement we cared about two years ago?" ”

"You mean Voldemort hid a Horcrux at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses down.

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore whispered, "But we've been looking for two years, and we haven't found it all the time. ”

"Voldemort won't be so easy for us to find." Harry sighed, "He's been here for seven years, and he's going to come out every night to look for that women's bathroom."

"That thing in the secret room, since it was circulated, hasn't anyone found it except him?"

"Including you."

Dumbledore nodded, he had indeed searched the Chamber of Secrets for a long time but had not found it.

"What's hiding in Hogwarts?" Harry looked up at the transparent ceiling that showed the sky outside, "No one can tell. ”

"I haven't found it yet, but I've always had this suspicion."

With that, he clapped his hands gently.

"Now it's clear what we're going to do."

"We'll have to go to the Germanic region and look for the trail of Wild Hunt and Ciri." Harry's gaze circled over the remaining three people in the room, before finally stopping at Geralt.

"I'm fine." Geralt nodded.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, "Let a man be with Geralt, he doesn't know as much about the world as wizards. ”

"Let Lupin come with him?" Dumbledore proposes a candidate.

Harry smiled slightly, "George and Fred have just graduated, so you poach their best clerks." ”

"And with Geralt."

Dumbledore let out a confused "hmm".

Harry continued, "Lupin, my Uncle Remus, is a werewolf, but he has never hurt anyone as a werewolf, and now Professor Snape and I are working on how to cure his wolf. ”

Geralt nodded: "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with him." ”

"Then in Great Britain, it's up to me to find Ciri?" Yennefer couldn't wait to speak, "Give me a helper, I think those house-elves are very good." ”

Dumbledore responded: "Of course, Miss Yennefer. ”

"Before school starts, Yennefa, I can be with you." Harry spoke, "If Geralt doesn't hate teleportation, you'll be able to come back every day with a portkey. ”

Geralt raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, and muttered in distress, "Spare me." ”

It's okay to teleport once in a while.

But to teleport and teleport back and forth every day is tantamount to torture for the witcher.

They discussed.

Dumbledore was interested in the magic of the other world, and so was Yennefer, and they exchanged ideas with each other, Harry listened quietly, making some comments from time to time, except Geralt, who sat like an outsider - although he also had the qualifications to be a warlock, he could not do magic.

Meanwhile.

In the Ministry of Magic.

In the Auror office, Scrimgeour took a deep breath and beckoned to several of his subordinates: "Good news, Voldemort is dead. ”

The Aurors blinked, staring incredulously at their director.

This.

This news is a little difficult to accept.

"It was Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore who told me." Scrimgeour emphasized, "This news will not be faked. ”

"Tonks."

He called out a person's name.

Tonks answered.

"Later, you can take a team of Aurors to Malfoy Manor and clean up there." Scrimgeour commanded, "And a few of you, come with me to the Department of Mysteries, this is the best chance, we need to settle this group."

He didn't finish his words.

A note suddenly flew in front of him and unfolded it hurriedly.

It was Sinkenes' notice asking him to go to the meeting.

"What's wrong, Mr. Scrimgeour." Tonks asked, probing over, eager to see the contents of the note.

Scrimgeour didn't stop her: "You take someone to Malfoy Manor first." ”

"I'm going to see what else Sinkenness wants to do at this point."

He straightened his robe, cast a beauty spell, took care of his hair, and ran upstairs.

Just pushed the door open and walked in.

Scrimgeour realized that he was the last to be notified.

Officials from other departments of the Ministry of Magic, including some in logistics, are also present here.

The most eye-catching.

Or at the minister's desk, two people tied up.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you're finally here." Sinkenes greeted him graciously, "Now that everyone is here, I have a few things I want to tell you." ”

Scrimgeour chuckled.

Sinkenes bowed: "First of all, I want to apologize to everyone for being too aggressive with Mr. Potter and Hogwarts some time ago, and causing the Ministry of Magic to suffer a lot of property and reputation. ”

"Of course, it wasn't my intention, but I had to."

He said, taking a deep breath, "I'm controlled by the Black Lord. ”

"I could clearly feel what I was doing, but I couldn't resist."

In the office, there was an uproar for unknown people.

Scrimgeour's face turned heavy.

Sinix continued: "Don't be so surprised, it's not that I have the ability to break free from the control of the mysterious man, but that the mysterious man is dead. ”

"Just yesterday, he was defeated by Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore and killed with his own hands."

Scrimgeour clenched his fists - the news, it should have been his own.

In the office, there was another loud uproar.

Sinkenes waved his hand and motioned for them to be quiet: "In the Ministry of Magic, there have always been lackeys of the mysterious people, silverfish called the Death Eaters! It's the two of them, the Silent Men lurking in the Department of Mysteries, who have been helping the Mysteries. ”

"When I found out that I could get out of the control of the mysterious people, I immediately found them and arrested them."

He paused, taking a deep breath.

"I know very well that even if I do this, it will not make up for the damage caused by my control by the mysterious person, and I will not be able to completely clear my name."

"I just want to prove two things."

"First of all, my heart has always been on the side of justice."

"Secondly, I hope that other people like me, who have been coerced by the Mystery, will stand up bravely, the Mystic is dead, what we have to do is to completely eliminate the influence of the Mystery, and we can no longer leave the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic like Fudge was in power."

His gaze swept over the crowd.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other with suspicion and suspicion.

Sinkenes raised his hand: "And one last thing." ”

"My experience has made me ineligible to hold the post of Minister of Magic, and to exercise my last authority as Minister of Magic, I propose that a new Minister of Magic be selected."

"I think Mr. Scrimgeour is a good fit."

"He's been doing really well, he's always been on the front line against Voldemort with Mr. Dumbledore and Potter first."

As soon as he said this, Scrimgeur's face became even more ugly.

(End of chapter)