Eritin didn't speak, quietly looking at the pale man in front of him.

He pondered the meaning of the man's words.

Thirsty for knowledge and power?

"I can give you the knowledge of magic." After a long time, he spoke slowly, "But hoarfrost is just a natural phenomenon. ”

A shrewd look flashed in Crouch's eyes, and he grabbed the words: "Natural phenomenon? ”

"I'll give it to you with the magic book." Eritin waved his hand, "Now lead us to find Ciri's friends and the children." ”

Crouch shook his head: "Not yet"

Eritin's face didn't change.

The Wild Hunters draw their weapons.

The black misshapen hound crawled in front of them, whimpering and letting out a low roar, and when he waited for the orders of his masters, he would pounce without hesitation and tear the man in front of him to pieces.

"Don't get so excited." Crouch waved his wand.

The hoarfrost was strange, twisting slightly as his wrist moved. It's so faint, so faint that it mixes with the wind and snow, and it's almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

But everyone here saw it.

The eyes of the wild hunters were amazed.

Crouch tilted his head, looked at the man in the light curtain, and whispered, "You guys can't do anything about hoarfrost, but it seems like we can try to use it." ”

He had been speculating about it for a long time.

These creatures with pointed ears and a suspicious subhuman race don't seem to be able to grasp that kind of wonderful magical power very well.

It's because of human prejudice against subhuman races.

There are also out of their own analysis.

The hoarfrost was chased out of the portal, not their own strength, and the armor on that body could even be seen to have the magic and function to resist the hoarfrost.

So, he threw out a request to test the attitude of the group.

The result was exactly the same as I guessed.

They can only be used, not mastered.

Arridin's face didn't change much.

He looked at Crouch: "Magic? ”

"Yes, our magic." Crouch waved his wand again, and the hoarfrost was faintly affected, a little twisted, and he could only do that now.

This is not a big deal.

There are also warlocks in the Ain El clan who can do this, but.

That was the result of a long period of research for their clan, and he had only just come into contact with this young man in front of him.

Arrydin stared at him.

His hand tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound, and after a long moment, he slowly spoke: "You convinced me, but again, I hope you can prepare a copy of your world's magic materials for me." ”

"Of course." Crouch responded.

Eredin waved his hand, and a team of Hunt Knights moved, carrying a large number of books, one after another, in this ice and snow, and the weight of magical knowledge was heavy, whether it was knowledge in itself, or what it looked like as a book.

Far from the weight that one person or a few people can carry.

Communication magic is not touched.

Aredin sat in his chair and watched him quietly.

The Wild Hunters put their hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to go.

Crouch raised his wand and said the incantation crisply: "Shrink quickly." ”

With a bang, the hundreds of books on the ground immediately shrank in size, and in the blink of an eye, they became about the size of green beans.

He opened a pocket.

With a flick of the wand, he recited the incantation with a crisp voice: "Yuga Dim Leviosa." ”

One by one, flying into the pocket in an orderly manner.

Crouch slung it lightly around his waist, raised his head, and met Eritin's eyes, "How do I contact you?" When it comes to preparing books, I'm not as easy as you are. ”

Eritin waved his hand.

A Wild Hunter handed over a small crystal ball with a dark gray mist inside.

"Say a spell to him." Arrydin spoke, teaching Crouch an old saying.

The syllables are complex and obscure.

Arrydin didn't tell Crouch what it meant.

Crouch was also cautious, conjuring up a parrot, and only after it learned the words and was not affected did he begin to learn them, and after a few times, he was able to speak them proficiently.

"Hopefully we can have a happy cooperation." Arridin looked at him and spoke softly.

Crouch responded: "I'm looking forward to a great collaboration between us." ”

The Wild Hunters began to pack up their equipment, stepped into the portal, and vanished.

Crouch continued to collect the remnants of the hoarfrost until he felt that he could no longer collect it.

He also quietly left.

At Hogwarts, when winter arrives, all the students prefer to huddle in the warm dormitories, and of course, the lion cubs prefer to go out, especially on weekends, when they are happy to go out for a hearty snowball fight, but this year it was not as much fun.

Slytherins are well divided.

There are often conflicts within them, but most of the time, they are resolved in the father-in-law's lounge, and the other three academies can only see the little snakes with blue noses and swollen faces.

The house was not in place, but this year was their best year in years, from the beginning of the school year until Christmas was approaching and the first half of the semester was coming to an end, the Slytherins had been in the first place in the house points, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were five and fifteen points behind, respectively.

This made Ron angry.

When did Gryffindor get crushed by Slytherin?

Saturday is the day that the little wizards look forward to the most in winter.

Hogsmeme was waiting for them.

There was no potions to do and no chores to do in the castle, so Harry and the others came out of the castle and sat in the tavern with three brooms.

"I think we're going to the Hog's Head Bar together." When Mrs. Ross brought the butterbeer, Hermione took a sip and whispered.

Ron frowned, "Hermione, I remember you've always loved to be clean. ”

Hog's Head Bar

Ron had always been in favor of a change of name, perhaps better off to "Pigsty Bar".

"No, don't forget that agreement between Harry and Professor Dumbledore." Hermione shook her head.

Harry hadn't told them about Dumbledore.

However, this kind of thing cannot be concealed if the brothers do not agree.

Harry was to help resolve the conflict between their brothers.

"So we'll go now?" Ron tentatively spoke, taking half a glass of butterbeer into his stomach.

Hermione hesitated, looking at the floor where the three brooms were clean enough to reflect people's faces, "I think it's better to wait." ”

Harry chuckled and shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore's business is not in a hurry, I've been contacting a key person recently, if I can convince him"

He was referring to Grindelwald.

It's just not finished yet.

On his finger, the simple ring vibrated softly.

"Someone has broken into the Forbidden Forest." Harry looked down and whispered.

A little bit of Kavin, I'll sort out the idea QAQ

(End of chapter)