The Gryffindors listened to the words of the wizard of the Wizengamot, as well as the envy of several other house students, and their expressions were complicated.

What you guys want.

That's what Harry had said he didn't really want.

The award ceremony took place.

If you can't do it at the Ministry of Magic or the Wizengamot, move it to Hogwarts.

But none of this had anything to do with Harry, and he left after eating, and no one stopped him.

It doesn't matter to the Wizengamot that Harry isn't there, and even if Harry isn't there, it's a good thing for the Wizengamot, they have more, more space to perform.

Winter had already come, but they were enthusiastic and indignant.

In Germania, Geralt lies comfortably on a soft bed next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, where the wind howls and the snow falls.

It was the most comfortable and enjoyable trip he had in years.

Don't worry about food or accommodation.

Not even the time spent at the palace was as good as any of the hotels on this trip.

He flipped through the letter in his hand.

It was Yennefer who wrote to herself, about her discoveries in Great Britain.

Ciri did leave some traces.

But these are only traces, and no key thing or other trace has been found.

The rest of the text is some sentences that are not so emotionally leaky, and seem a little awkward, expressing lovesickness.

Geralt put the letter down and looked out the window.

Yennefer didn't gain anything, and he didn't gain anything - the wild hunt became a legend in this world, and he even found the corpse of a wild hound, proving that the wild hunt did visit this world a thousand years ago, but still could not find the wild hunt now, at this time.

Winter is coming, and the wind and snow are so heavy that it is not easy to move.

Wait for the wind and snow to be lighter.

And in Great Britain.

In a small canyon, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the scene in front of him with feverish eyes.

The milky portal opens.

A team of men in armor came out of it.

They immediately noticed Barty Crouch Jr. and drew his weapon.

A different wind and snow rushed out of the portal, making the already cold weather a little more biting.

"Lay down your arms, we can be friends, don't you want Ciri?" Barty Crouch Jr. spoke, waving his wand, his magic temporarily blocking the White Frost and the Hunter Knights.

He's a great wizard.

Although it is very simple for Harry and Dumbledore to get the "twelve" "O", it does not mean that it is easy to get the twelve "O", and the three Weasley children, Charlie, Bill, and Percy, are all very good and get twelve certificates, but not twelve "O".

Barty Crouch Jr. is very talented, which is why he was recognized by Voldemort and recognized as his godson.

The Hunt Knights stopped.

One of them spoke: "You know Ciri? ”

"Of course, I know." Crouch nodded, "You're looking for her, because of the blood of the ancients?" ”

Wild Hunt's voice was as cold as a knife: "You seem to know a lot of things? ”

"I know, probably more than you think." Crouch lowered his voice, he raised his hand and pointed it to his head, "It's just that it's not easy to find you, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"For example, the blood of the ancients can travel through time and space."

"Another example."

"Ciri came to this world a thousand years ago, and there is still a legacy of blood."

Wild Hunt was stunned: "Blood? ”

Crouch nodded, "Yes, I know where he is." ”

"Where are the descendants of the ancient hemostasis?" Wild Hunt took a step forward, and Frost pounced even more violently.

Crouch shook his head, "Would you like to ask your master, or commander, to talk to me?" ”

"I feel like we need to work together."

The Wild Hunters' aura became dangerous.

Cooperate?

Ain El does not need allies, only the conquered and the conquered.

"The world is more dangerous than you think." Crouch whispered, "Isn't it easier to find the blood of the ancients if someone helps you?" ”

"As sincerity."

"I can tell you the name of the descendant of the Blood of the Ancients, his name is Harry Potter, and he is a very powerful and tricky wizard."

He didn't know about Harry's relationship with Ciri.

In the memories left by Voldemort, only Geralt and Yennefer are not from this world, and there are also Ciri who traveled through the world and introduced Geralt and Yennefer as characters like Mom and Dad.

So make a bold guess.

Ciri and Harry may be related by blood.

After all, Geralt and Harry had the same eyes.

The Wild Hunters fell silent.

The news of the descendants of the blood of the ancients is too important.

"We'll take it back to you." One spoke, turning around and walking towards the white portal, "Wait here, we'll be back." ”

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded.

When the hunters and the portal vanished, he flicked his wand.

The hoarfrost that hasn't gone away yet.

It has a wonderful magic that resists Crouch's magic.

Crouch was curious about this kind of thing, but at Malfoy Manor, he only dared to glance at it hurriedly, and did not dare to linger too long, for fear of being caught by Harry.

This peculiar nature lived up to his expectations.

When the hunt returns, Crouch collects some hoarfrost and uses his magic to preserve it.

"Lord Eriding wants to see you." A Wild Hunt spoke.

The others walked out with a bunch of instruments that Crouch had never seen before, placed them on the ground, and then cast their magic, reading a complex, elegant text, an unfamiliar language he had never heard of, and a subtle light surged on the equipment, and a light curtain of light spread out, revealing a human figure.

He was a tall, muscular man with white skin and dark blue eyes, like the moon reflected on the sea.

Dressed in rich, ancient robes, his demeanor is majestic and high.

"Harry?" He spoke, his voice magnetic, "Are you sure he's Ciri's child?" ”

Crouch asked, "You know Harry?" ”

"I've heard of it." Eritin nodded, "But what I know, he's just Geralt and Yennefer's adopted child. ”

"Geralt and Yennefer are also in this world." Crouch grasped the expression that passed through his face for a moment.

Aritin whispered, "They're in this world too?" ”

Crouch nodded: "Of course." ”

At this point, he only spat out these two words, and did not intend to continue.

"So, say what you want." Eredin bowed his head and glanced at him condescendingly.

Crouch whispered, "I want two things." ”

"The same is knowledge, the magical knowledge of your world."

"It's the same wind and snow force that followed you."

It's still a bit of a carvin, the dog stinks so bad, it stinks so much that I have a headache!!

Don't have a dog!!

It stinks!!

(End of chapter)