Dumbledore lived for more than a hundred years, and knew more about the wizarding world than he knew about himself.

What are the masters, and where do they live?

Even if Dumbledore didn't know the exact address, he knew which country they were.

Added to many masters that Kingsley hadn't thought of.

Until noon.

A list of more than a hundred people was just put together.

The Sorting Hat came back and scratched Harry's palm, informing him that Sirius had been safely picked up at Hogwarts.

"We'll try to negotiate with other ministries of magic." Kingsley wrote down the names one by one.

Tonks sighed with emotion: "How can there be so many masters. ”

She had always thought that masters were rare.

But one unexpected name after another, spitting him out of Dumbledore's mouth, gave her the feeling of pulling turnips in the field, and she grabbed one.

"It's all over Europe." Kingsley shook his head.

I can't understand what Tonks thinks.

More than a hundred is already a huge number, involving wizards from all over Europe, and even some other regions further afield.

This was too tough for the British Ministry of Magic.

"Voldemort doesn't necessarily know as much as Albus." Harry whispered, "Besides, the Wild Hunters don't mind where these masters are, but the source of their news comes from the Death Eaters. ”

"So it's more likely that he'll go after wizards in Great Britain, especially the ones who have a good chance of helping us."

Kingsley nodded heavily.

They parted ways.

Harry and the others returned to Hogsmeade, and this time Geralt did not resist the apparition, and he understood why Harry had no complaints about such a nasty way of appearing - wizards were not very reliable in other ways of traveling.

Just stepped into Hogwarts.

Harry took out the map of the living spots, and Sirius's name was in Lupin's office, pacing restlessly.

They walked straight over.

Just pushed the door open.

Sirius in the room was startled, and immediately raised his wand to see who was coming, and then let go of his wand with a sigh of relief: "Harry, and Geralt, what's the matter, so panicked and called me to Hogwarts?" ”

"Keep you safe." Harry spoke directly.

Sirius frowned slightly: "Hasn't Crouch been caught?" Even if there's a Death Eater out there, I'm not afraid."

"Of course it has nothing to do with the Death Eaters." Harry interrupted, "It's a wild hunt. ”

"Last night, Bassat and Lady Goshawk, a master of history and a master of charms, were captured by the hunt."

Sirius was puzzled: "What does this have to do with me. ”

"The Wild Hunters are now targeting the Masters." Harry answered for him.

Sirius was still puzzled: "So what does it have to do with me?" ”

"You're a master of Transfiguration." Harry was silent for a moment, staring at Sirius, and calmly spat out the words.

Sirius was surprised and pointed to himself, "Me? ”

It was hard for him to imagine that such a serious word as "master" could be associated with him, especially since the Transfiguration Master he knew was "Professor McGonagall", and he felt that he was too far from Professor McGonagall.

"You're an Animagus." Harry spoke angrily, "Aside from Professor McGonagall, the only one is an Animagus. ”

Sirius scratched his head: "Is that so?" ”

"So I'm actually no worse than snot?"

"He's a potions master, and I'm a Transfiguration master?"

Harry sighed and didn't speak.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Of course, Sirius, you've always been good. ”

Harry didn't continue to talk, but carefully told Sirius everything that had happened since last night.

After hearing this, Sirius nodded blankly: "So, why do you suspect that Crouch has another helper, not that the mysterious man has been resurrected?" ”

"Of course it's possible." Harry nodded, "If that's the case, it's the best development." ”

"But I'm afraid the chances of this happening are slim."

"If dear Tom is resurrected, it is impossible for Crouch to try to believe Snape, only he has not been resurrected yet, and there is something missing, Crouch is not ready, there is no way, he can only choose to believe Snape."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

For a moment, he couldn't sort out the mess of thoughts.

"So, I have to stay in Hogwarts before I capture Voldemort?" Sirius shook his head, simply changed the subject, and naturally asked.

"I'm afraid so." Harry nodded.

Sirius sighed: "There will be a concert at Christmas"

Harry didn't speak, looking at him quietly.

Sirius was helpless: "I know, Harry, I know, I won't be so willful. ”

Geralt looked sideways.

This mode of getting along, no matter how many times you watch it, has a particularly refreshing feeling.

Sirius wouldn't be so comfortable staying at Hogwarts, of course, and he would help Lupindai with a few lessons if he was allowed to, and that completely different state of frenzy was discovered by the students almost immediately, much to the cheers of the Gryffindors, who could briefly have two of the best Defence Against the Dark Arts professors at the same time in a school year.

Dumbledore also wrote a letter to Newt Scamander, asking him to come to Hogwarts with his wife for a short time.

But Scamander didn't agree, he preferred to live with his family, especially now that Christmas was approaching, and he wanted to spend it at home this holiday season.

If there really is a wild hunt.

Now Noble is also a big girl.

It is not very smooth for the Ministry of Magic to contact the Ministries of Magic in other countries, just as in Great Britain, Dumbledore, Harry, and Snape do not pay much attention to the Ministry of Magic, and in other countries, other masters are similar, they are free and do not obey the instructions of the Ministry of Magic.

It was only for the sake of Dumbledore and the thunderous Mr. Potter that he barely met with the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

I don't know if I heard those words.

The only good news is that the Wild Hunters don't seem to have moved since that night, and they seem to have vanished.

Until Christmas arrived, on the night of Christmas Eve, a good snow fell.

Dorset, Great Britain.

The Scamanders were bustling around a long table, not every older wizard was as lonely as Dumbledore, he had a perfect family and three cats, pure-blooded cats. They were hunched over, their hair standing on end, and they were snorting towards the door.

It seems that the QAQ is really yang

(End of chapter)