Hogwarts.

When Harry and the others returned, they happened to meet Geralt, who had come out in a short shirt, ready to exercise.

"You've been so busy that you haven't slept all night?" He could tell at a glance the deep tiredness on the faces of Dumbledore and Snape.

"It's obvious." Harry nodded, "Geralt, see you in our headmaster's office later." ”

Dumbledore kindly reminded him, "The password is a lollipop." ”

Harry and Snape looked sideways.

Strictly speaking, sour lollipops are similar to cockroach piles, and in the minds of most young wizards, they are not as interesting snacks as "weird beans", and they are more inclined to identify them as a prank prop.

Sour candies have always been very popular, but this "sour lollipop" is an exception.

It's so sour that it can be damaging to the body.

As a child, Ron was pranked by George and Fred with this candy, and a hole was burned in his tongue.

He was crying so badly that his cries could be heard in all corners of the Burrow, of course. Not as loud as George and Fred's cries, the village of Autery-St. Cachpole was rumored to be haunted for a while, and although the village often had such rumors, the oddities usually happened on the nearby hill called the Stoat.

That time it was different, it happened to the south of the village, far away from the Stoat Mountain.

Even adults, eating this candy will not make the throat and tongue comfortable.

"Don't look at me like that." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't like this candy, it's just that it hasn't been going well lately, it's like eating a sour lollipop." ”

Snape tilted his head back and tugged at his lips.

Geralt continued to go out for his morning workout.

Snape didn't have to prepare for class, he went back to his office to rest, he had to prepare, and when Harry and the others returned, he would have to go to Crouch and probe him again.

Harry and Dumbledore got busy, sealing off all the secret passages they knew.

Call the house-elves too, the castle is all they have, big and small, they know better than wizards.

It's just that

Both Harry and Dumbledore had learned that this creature was unreliable at times, and even if they were loyal and didn't put any effort into it, their brains were barren and too easy to manipulate. They are incapable of resisting the spells of wizards.

Harry checked their memories to make sure that the only memories in their minds that had been erased were the "Room of Requirement" and no other secret passages.

Wait for them to get back to the principal's office.

Geralt also came back from workouts.

Harry told him what had happened in the early hours of the morning, emphasizing the two letters in particular.

"Wild Hunt is less desperate to find Ciri?" Geralt breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good news. ”

Harry shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not that good. ”

"If magic can't fix hoarfrost, Ciri is their last respite."

"But if you can solve the hoarfrost, Ciri is the blood of the ancients."

Harry didn't know exactly how the magic of the Wild Hunt teleported between the worlds was used, but judging from their desire to capture Ciri, they probably didn't travel between the worlds as freely and conveniently as they seemed.

If you solve the hoarfrost, even use the power of hoarfrost for your own use.

Ain Hill, an extremely fanatical and warlike race, is afraid that the thirst for the blood of the ancients will be even more urgent.

Geralt reacted immediately to Harry's first words.

He sighed.

"Is there anything to be gained from Yennefa?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head, a little helpless: "You know Ye." ”

It was a solitary woman, as free as a floating cloud, and rarely took the initiative to deliver any news unless she really found something necessary.

"I probably know something." Dumbledore spoke.

The two of them looked over.

"You should have guessed." Dumbledore continued, "She asked me for access to two house-elves, and I summoned them every day, so I could get some information from house-elves. ”

"She seems to have discovered Galahad's grave now, and pouted, found something."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused.

"That's Galahad."

The holiest knight, in British legend, has a high status, and is the only one who can hold the Holy Grail.

Harry and Geralt looked at each other.

"So do we." Harry spoke, softly.

Dumbledore was stunned, looked at them, and sighed, "If there is any big discovery from Lady Yennefer's side, the house-elf will notify me as soon as possible." ”

I forgot about it

This group of people is lawless and has nothing to fear.

"Next, we have to go to Godric's Hollow." He stood up and held out his hand to Harry and Geralt.

Geralt looked up, "Can you do it another way?" ”

The situation is not urgent enough to rush over immediately.

If he could, he didn't want to go through something so painful for the witcher on such a crisp morning.

"Don't like apparitions?" Dumbledore retracted his hand, "What about the knight's bus?" ”

Harry's face changed.

Geralt didn't notice it, and let out a long sigh of relief: "That's great." ”

He had taken the bus, and in Germania he liked it too much, it was convenient, fast, and cheap - he was now similar to Harry, who had just returned, and he was not well adapted to the life of money.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, "Then we'll take the Knight Bus, I haven't tried this way to travel in a long time." ”

Harry sighed.

They walked out of Hogwarts and stood at the entrance to Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore raised his wand.

The aura of magic poured out from afar, and a purple bus flashed its bright headlights, staggering through the surrounding buildings, running like a rabbit, snorting loudly, hunched over its back to the limit in front of them, pulling out a long black tire mark.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

"Knight Bus is at your service!" Stan Sanpark shouted cheerfully at the top of his voice, "Wherever and whenever the time, the Rider Bus will always be there to help the passengers who need it." ”

"Yikes."

"Harry Potter?"

"Albus Dumbledore?"

"And this . . . A certain senior of the Potter family? The Potter family was still in danger, he almost spit out the rest of his sentence, and smiled awkwardly at Harry, "Mr. Potter, it's been a long time since you've been on the Knight Bus. ”

Harry nodded expressionlessly, "Thank you, you guys have been in business for so many years, haven't you changed your style?" ”

"We're going to keep the passion going!" Stan Sanpak opened his arms, "Where are the three of you going?" ”

"Godric's Hollow?"

"But it doesn't seem like it's the weekend."

Dumbledore was the first to lift his feet and step onto the bus: "Dear Stan, I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Mr. Potter was allowed to spend the holidays. ”

"The principal personally approves the leave, and he can still get out of the school." Stan Sanpak whispered, "When I was in school, I wanted this to be the only thing. ”

The driver of the Knight's bus, Yrne Pullan, spoke quietly, "However, what I want most now is to drop the steering wheel and go back to Hogwarts. ”

"Professor Dumbledore, does Hogwarts allow graduates to return to school to reforge?"

Dumbledore replied, "Ern, Pomona will be happy, but Minerva will be angry, I remember that you almost got the certificate with the Transfiguration Charm." ”

Yrne Puran didn't say anything more, and he was still a little frightened at the thought of Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore pulled out three Galleons, and instead of looking for money, he asked for a cup of hot chocolate.

Harry pushed Geralt onto the bus.

Today's knight bus was exceptionally calm, and there were no guests except for them, which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

"I regret it a little now." Geralt sat down and stared at the window, a little confused.

He'd seen flying cars.

Neither Sirius nor Mr. Arthur Weasley's could accept a vehicle flying in the air without wings that was supposed to be running on the ground.

I have also seen the transportation of ordinary people.

I didn't expect that a vehicle with several wheels would come out of nowhere.

Erne Puran finally welcomed the passengers, he seemed a little excited, and drove the car on a rampage, but fortunately there were only a group of passengers in the car, no matter how excited he was, he gave him time to play freely, only half an hour.

After more than 1,800 seconds.

The Knight Bus stops in front of Godric's Valley.

"My dear passengers, Godric's Hollow has arrived." Stan Sanpark's voice is pleasant.

The doors open.

Geralt was the first to walk down, taking a big breath of fresh, cold air.

In terms of feelings, the knight bus has not yet reached the teleportation spell, but the phantom transformation and teleportation spell are all things that blink of an eye and breath, and the experience of the knight bus is too long.

Dumbledore handed over the hot chocolate in his hand, which he had never touched, and it was for this time.

Geralt took it: "Thank you." ”

The warm hot chocolate is in the stomach, and the whole person is refreshed.

"I thought it would be used on Harry." With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore turned the empty cup away.

"Harry, you should stop me." Geralt shook his head, stepped on the snow, and followed Harry into Godric's Hollow.

We're all witchers.

Shouldn't it be very clear whether you can accept the knight bus or not?

"Geralt, you know what I'm going to say." Harry looked back at him.

Geralt sighed, "If I knew magic, I would have turned you into a wolf cub." ”

Harry didn't speak, using Animagus.

A handsome white wolf landed lightly on the ground, glanced back at Geralt, and walked forward with a shake of its head.

Geralt gathered a snowball and threw it at him.

Dumbledore followed them, smiling kindly.

Just as the third snowball was dodged by Harry, who flung off his tail and headed for Dumbledore, they finally made their way to the first room.

(End of chapter)