The house was not far from Porter's house, separated by only four houses and a small alleyway.

The yard was deserted, the grass was overgrown, and a landscape tree grew staggeringly, its branches stretched out so that it had no beauty.

A few lines of fresh footprints spread to the door, and the visitors who came before them were so grinning that when they stepped through the door, they didn't knock off the slush on their feet, and they made a mess of the doorway.

"It seems that Ms. Bachart's old age is not comfortable." Harry looked at it.

From the garden, you can see the living conditions of a person.

These weeds, landscape trees, gravel and the like don't grow overnight.

If she still had some attitude towards life, she wouldn't sit idly by and let them get messy to this extent.

Pruning the yard can be a big hassle for the average person.

Not for wizards.

Landscape magic is a must for wizards, and with the flick of a wand, they can solve things that would take days to complete, not to mention house-elves.

It can only be said.

Ms. Bassat probably didn't even have a single person willing to visit her, otherwise even a visitor would not have made this courtyard look like this.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Once, when I was young and Lady Bassaert was young, she was very popular, and there was an endless stream of suitors, all of whom could line up outside Godric's Hollow. ”

"But my dear Harry, most people don't seek her because of her."

"Even if no one advertises it, the news that Ms. Bassahard is Aunt Grindelwald will still be known by most people."

True love is like gold hidden in the desert.

At least because of the book "History of Magic", the lady of Basshat, who has an unknown number of Galleons, has not found her gold.

Aunt Grindelwald's identity, no doubt, affected her.

Crunch –

The door to the house was pushed open.

Tonks poked half of his head out of the room, his armor charm hanging over her, protecting him tightly.

Three familiar faces.

But the Auror did not relax, took out her wand, waved it lightly, her sleeve shook, and with a click, something fell into her hand behind the door.

There was no problem with the spell detection before she breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door completely: "Harry, Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Geralt, you came quickly, Minister Scrimgeour thought you wouldn't be here until at least noon." ”

Harry saw what Tonks had in his other hand.

A speculum.

Lying quietly in the palm of her hand, nothing happening.

"Wild hunting is not something the Ministry of Magic can solve." Harry shook his head, "How's it going, did you find anything?" ”

Tonks shook his head: "Nothing was found. ”

She paused, "We received a notice at three o'clock in the morning from Scotland Yard that something seemed to be going on in the wizarding quarters of Godric's Hollow. ”

"We were wrong about the Muggle police investigation report."

"Several Muggle witnesses said that it suddenly got colder, and then a group of black dogs in armor and on a leash" Tonks laughed a little, and his hair turned bright silver, "Sorry, the knights appeared in a way that fits the legendary image of the Wild Hunt." ”

"But the Muggle police investigated the scene, and everything was normal except for the unusually cold weather."

"So, we'll let the Muggles turn it over to us."

Harry nodded, and as he walked towards him, he asked, "How did you leave this to you?" ”

Speaking of this, Tonks looked resentful: "Remus has gone to Hogwarts!" ”

"It's very boring for me to be at home alone, so it's better to work overtime and earn some milk powder money in the future."

Harry looked at her in amazement.

"Ma'am, you're not pregnant." Geralt is experienced and instantly recognizable.

Tonks pinched his waist and grinned, "Sooner or later." ”

"I've already proposed to Remus, and when this is over, I'll have a wedding with him, and I can't still be behind you."

Harry walked to the door, stopped, looked at the snow in front of the door, and sighed, "How long have you stayed at the door?" ”

"I don't know." Tonks shook his head, "Don't worry, we have collected the footprints, a total of six people, the footprints of three dogs"

"That's not all." Harry shook his head, "I'd like to see if anyone else visited her before the Wild Hunt came." ”

"Can you see that, too?" Tonks was surprised.

Dumbledore remembered what Harry had done in front of Riddle's old mansion when he was in his fourth year.

"The snow is heavy during this time, and it will be layered." Harry explained simply, "There will be traces. ”

Geralt looked at Tonks, "I remember Sirius told me that the Aurors seem to be a group of people who specialize in investigating cases?" ”

A professional should have a professional appearance.

This kind of common-sense stuff should not be ignored.

"Don't put too much faith in the Ministry of Magic." Harry shook his head, a look of regret.

"Harry!" Tonks looked dangerous.

Harry whispered: "Okay, then I'll put it another way, the Aurors are also wizards, and wizards have many ways to solve a lot of problems that we can't solve, so they are more used to relying on magic than eyes and ears"

Harry didn't say the next word, looking up at her head.

Tonks felt that he had been greatly insulted.

Not waiting for her to have a seizure.

"For example?" Geralt spoke, spitting out two words.

Harry gave him a faint look, "Geralt, you shouldn't have asked such an embarrassing question. ”

"Your answer takes it to the next level." Geralt responded with a smile.

Tonks clenched his wand: "Enough! ”

"Alright, let's go inside and have a look." Harry glanced at the floor, which had no inspection value, and looked inside.

Geralt waved his hand: "You guys go in first, I'll see if there's anything else I can turn over." ”

Tonks' temper immediately retracted: "I'm sorry, I'll keep it in mind!" ”

"When Sinkenness is settled, I'll have Kingsley put this in the employee handbook."

They entered the house.

The Aurors who came and went inside were slightly stunned when they heard Tonks's words, but soon they all lowered their heads and continued to pretend to work, and they couldn't afford to offend, and they couldn't afford to offend.

Not to mention Tonks' current identity.

is that with Tonks's ability, the natural disguised Magus is destined not to offend her.

Tonks waved his wand, and two stacks of papers flew in: "This is the Muggle file. ”

"This is our investigative report."

The Aurors have indeed grown a bit, and the investigation report is decent.

There were no signs of a fight in the room, except for a spell on the bedroom wall, which was suspected to be an obstacle spell, a stun spell, or a disarming spell.

The belongings were still there, but the study was turned over in a mess, and most of the books were swept away.

As Harry looked at the report, Geralt walked in.

"Did you find anything at the door?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head, "No, it's too bad, two people smoked there and kept stomping their feet to keep warm." ”

Tonks' eyes were sharp, and he looked back at the more busy group of Aurors and snorted.

"Think better, so they know to protect the crime scene, but they didn't expect the crime scene to have such a large area." Harry comforted Tonks and put the file down, "We'll have to go upstairs and have a look." ”

Harry wasn't entirely reassured, and went upstairs to check it out for himself.

When they got out of Basshat's house, they walked to Goshawk's house under the leadership of Tonks.

"I flipped through the books in the study." Harry said softly, "The books that were taken away were all modern wizarding history, not a single ancient history, and some miscellaneous books, such as where are the magical creatures and so on. ”

Dumbledore paused.

"That sounds terrible." He frowned slightly.

"As for the other aspects, the Aurors are very careful this time, and they are hardly much different from the inspection report." Harry concluded.

They walked to Goshak's house.

It's very different from the Bachat family.

It can be seen that this house was very delicate "in life", and the garden was planted with clusters of flowers, and they were still in full bloom, but they were frozen by the cold ice and maintained until the last moment before death.

But it's not hoarfrost.

Kingsley is much more cautious than Tonks, as the current prime minister's personal bodyguard, he has the most contact with ordinary people, and he has also learned a set of professional criminal investigation methods from them, the scene is protected, from the entrance of the courtyard to the entrance of the house, no one has ever set foot on the road, and the Aurors are all phantoms.

The apparition shifter is not so accurate, and it is carried by the others.

It's troublesome.

Two Auror Apparitions have already had an accident and have been sent to St. Mungo.

Harry and Geralt leaned over to take a look at the stretch of the road, and they both sighed heavily.

"Isn't that protected?" Tonks looked at the two of them in bewilderment.

Not satisfied with the site that was destroyed.

But now that this site is well protected, why are you not satisfied.

"Ms. Goshawk is visited so often that the footprints on her doorstep are of little investigative value, and it is difficult to tell which of the people's footprints belong to Crouch's accomplices or to those of the Wild Hunt." Harry shook his head and looked at Kingsley, "Is the on-site investigation report out?" ”

Kingsley nodded, and with a wave of his wand, a wad of paper flew in.

Harry watched quietly.

Ms. Goshawk was still very young, unlike Ms. Basshat, who was in her hundreds, she was only in her seventies, and as a master of spells, she still had some fighting ability.

"A strange but powerful Frozen Spell covering the entire garden." Kingsley introduced, "This is what Harry said about hoarfrost?" ”

"It's not hoarfrost." Harry shook his head, "It's the magic of the Wild Hunt. ”

"Freezing spells."

"Reminds me of a man, Calanhill, the navigator of the Wild Hunts, a warlock skilled in freezing magic and teleportation spells."

Ciri had introduced them to the dangerous men of the Wild Hunt, and Calanhill was one of them, one of the most important advisors to the King of the Wild Hunt, Aredin.

(End of chapter)