"Professor Snape." Harry spoke.

But I didn't have time to say it yet.

Snape immediately interrupted, "Shut up, Potter. ”

"Contradict Professor, Gryffindor deducts twenty points!"

"Don't play on your Gryffindor shortcomings here and jump out to be a hero? But what do you know other than the Imperius spell? ”

"Do you know how to cast a spell?"

"Do you know how to control people's hearts?"

"Do you know the rules for casting the Imperius Curse?"

"Nothing, Potter, I don't need you to say it, I know your brain is empty, you don't know anything."

As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Dumbledore, "Including Albus, you too, don't laugh, I admit that you know a lot about the dark arts, but you don't know anything about the Imperius Charm." ”

"The best person in this world to play the Imperius Curse is Voldemort, and the best group of people are the Death Eaters."

"As far as I know, Grindelwald doesn't seem to have used the Imperius Curse either?"

"Professional matters should be left to professionals."

Snape pulled out his wand, his one.

Harry looked over.

Birch, the nerve of a snake, thirteen and a half inches.

It was a wand that was completely different, if not the opposite, of Snape's temperament.

Ollivander rarely uses "birch-like" materials to make wands.

In his own published book, the reason is also mentioned.

Birch and birch, of course, are two very different materials.

Umbridge uses birch wood, a material that Ollivander has described as mediocre, with little talent, and difficult to fit into a normal young wizard.

Birch, on the other hand, is quite highly praised for its disparagement, which is completely different from birch.

Ollivanders didn't choose this material not because it didn't work well, but because it was so special – unlike elderberry, which symbolizes death, and English oak, which symbolizes new life, birch is a wood that symbolizes both life and death, and it is sacred and beautiful.

It's hard to find a wizard who can satisfy this quality at the same time.

And Professor Snape with a birch wand.

Neither sacred nor beautiful.

"Out of body." Without waiting for Harry to say anything more, Snape almost couldn't wait to pronounce the incantation.

On the ground, Calanhill's body shook, and his eyes became cloudy.

Snape's wand had an unusually evil aura.

Even the shadow he cast on the wall was slightly skewed, with an irregular, piercing blur.

One spell after another was cast.

Snape completes the final completion of the Imperius Curse.

"From now on, you will be completely at the mercy of Harry Potter." He spoke, commanding.

Kalanhill's voice was in a trance: "Yes." ”

Geralt shuddered, "What a terrible magic. ”

Snape glanced at him and put away his wand.

"Are you and Yenefer going to go back with me?" Harry extended an invitation to him.

Geralt was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I think Ye should be more willing to stay here." ”

"Even if you don't look for Ciri's traces, that thing in your head is a very tricky thing."

He paused slightly, "Harry, you're a pretty reliable witcher right now. ”

"We've got a lot of things to deal with Wild Hunt, and that Voldemort."

"You go find Ciri and bring her here, we can go back at any time with her anyway, and at the right time, right?"

With a wave of his wand, Harry shoved Calanhill into his pocket.

"Potter, I need to warn you." When Harry and Geralt were finished, Snape added, "No magic lasts forever. ”

"I don't know the difference between a wild hunt and a wizard, or hemp or a normal person."

"I'm not sure when the Imperius Curse will take effect, but with your knowledge of brain defense and Regent Mindfulness, it shouldn't be difficult to tell if he has tried to break through the control of the Imperius Curse."

"If you find out, don't take any chances and come back to me to consolidate your magic."

Harry looked at him.

Snape glared back unceremoniously.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Harry whispered.

Snape frowned and tilted his head back, "Don't say such slimy, slugging-like disgusting things, Potter, Gryffindor is ten points, because you're disgusting to me." ”

Harry smiled at them.

Talking to Geralt a few more, he left the principal's office.

Even if it wasn't confirmed that Voldemort's Horcrux was in the hands of Wild Hunter. Now that Calanhill has been captured, Harry will have to go back anyway, and it will be far safer to find Ciri and then protect her at Hogwarts than if Ciri is on the run alone.

Gryffindor common room.

It's as lively as ever.

Neville is no longer the Neville he used to be, although he is not handsome enough, but he has a strong body, and since killing Bellatrix with his own hands, his personality has become much more cheerful, and there are not many girls who favor her, but among the younger students, Neville is very popular.

Who can resist a good senior like a big bear, who is gentle and secure, and who can ask questions and even copy homework anytime and anywhere?

Harry walked in, beckoning to Hermione, Ron, and Neville.

They were stunned and walked out of the lounge.

The lion cubs didn't dare to stop Neville, and a bunch of people with parchment watched Neville walk away with parchment.

Tower rooftop.

Harry persuaded a couple of young couples on a date, waved his wand to check to make sure there was no one else on the rooftop, or any kind of Animagus, and cast a spell that blocked the entrance to the rooftop.

"So cautious?" Ron glanced back, the golden thread on the ground.

The same spell Dumbledore cast for the Goblet of Fire in the Triwizard Tournament.

"I might have to take a long vacation." Harry looked at Hermione and whispered.

Hermione chuckled in her heart, "Long vacation? ”

"Where are you going?"

Harry explained simply, "Tonight the Wild Hunt went out and attacked Mr. Scamander, and he was fine, but we were lucky enough to catch a Wild Hunter Navigator, and I might have to go to that world next." ”

"Looking for the blood of the ancients?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded.

Hermione took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and hesitated, still not asking to go along.

"This time I'm alone." Harry said, waving his wand.

The Gryffindor Sword emerged from the Sorting Hat and fell into Neville's hands.

Neville looked at him puzzled.

"Neville, Crouch, Barty Crouch Jr. is at Hogwarts." Harry looked into his eyes.

Neville exerted his strength and clenched the hilt of his sword, "When can I kill him?" ”

"Bear with me a little longer." Harry spoke softly, "During my absence, the Gryffindor Sword was handed over to you, and if something happened and Crouch escaped, he would be handed over to you. ”

Neville nodded and replied calmly, "Of course, I will." ”

(End of chapter)