"In a hurry?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head, "It's best to find nature sooner. ”

"But there's no rush for a day or two."

"Would you like to try something else?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, Lady Yennefer has been living in the library lately, and I haven't been able to find much time to exchange magic with her, not to mention that she's still a lady." ”

"If I could, I'd like to see what this curse looks like."

Harry tilted his head and looked at Uma, "Those three days." ”

"After three days, no matter what, the curse on Uma must be lifted."

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course there is no problem. ”

They said.

The office door was pushed open again.

Snape walked in, saw Harry, looked up and down several times, and then turned his head and looked at Uma with a surprised look in his eyes: "This is the Ciri you are looking for?" ”

"Professor Snape, use your words, open your eyes and think about it with a troll brain." Harry shook his head, moving out of Snape's usual comments on students who he saw as untalented.

Snape's face was cold: "The mouth is still alive and kicking as always." ”

"Because you're back, the whole of Hogwarts feels a little heavier, and Gryffindor is getting ten points."

He greeted Harry warmly.

Only then did he open his mouth to analyze the situation on Uma's body.

"A very clever curse."

"It's a strange magic."

"The soul is hidden in this? It looks a bit like a Horcrux. ”

They are all souls that are also wrapped and hidden.

"This curse isn't as clever as a Horcrux." Dumbledore shook his head and disagreed, "But on the other hand, it's dangerous for the souls in this body. ”

"Of course."

"The soul in this is a very tough and powerful soul, and the curse has not caused much erosion to the soul."

Harry spoke, "Avarak, the soul of this little monster, the Great Sage of the Elves of Ayn El, maybe more than three hundred years old, maybe more than four hundred years old, maybe even older, more than five hundred years old?" ”

"Looks like an elder who deserves respect." Dumbledore spoke, and the last word "Elder" came out, and even he thought it strange.

Originally, the position of "elderly" should belong to oneself.

Can. Geralt and Yennefer are considered peers of their own generation.

Now there are even older ones.

"Is it time to settle his curse?" Snape stared at Uma, "I might be able to provide some potions." ”

Harry shook his head, "No hurry, Professor Snape, Albus wants to study it for a while." ”

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape didn't speak, he stared at Uma curiously, a wizard with a natural curiosity about unexplored territory.

"Professor Snape, I've brought you back with a lot of gifts." Harry pulled out his wand, and after a moment, the Sorting Hat was untied from his waist and landed on the table.

Snape was stunned, his expression complicated, and he didn't know what expression to show or how to react for a while.

He's not a very good person to accept kindness.

Especially this direct, undisguised goodwill.

He was at a loss.

In this life, for more than thirty years, he has hardly received kindness from anyone - although there are many gifts, those that have nothing to do with "kindness", let alone think that the kindness that will make him so helpless comes from a guy with the surname "Porter".

He held the wand in his robe.

I can't wait to fire a fierce fire curse, destroying the Sorting Hat, as well as the onlookers, portraits, and phoenixes.

Dumbledore's face was full of yearning and anticipation: "Gift? ”

"What is it like?"

Harry waved his wand, "Albus, without you." ”

Puff puff puff –

The Sorting Hat vomited, spitting out a bunch of things.

Some of the roots are also connected to earthy herbs, high-strength alcohol, some basic alchemy materials, and books related to basic herbs and potions.

And a bunch of organs that smelled fishy.

The heart and eyes of the evil spirit, the heart of the water ghost.

Of course, there are no more monster materials.

On the way, they only encountered a few evil ghosts and a few water ghosts.

The herbs and the books had been bought this morning, when he was still in Novigree, when Harry had gone out to buy them—he had gotten up too early, and some of the bookstores had not yet opened, so he had come for a self-service shopping.

"Potter, did you come back with a pile of trash?" Snape looked down, one by one, seriously, but the words that came out of his mouth were still not polite at all.

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he was surprised: "There really is no gift from me?" ”

"I didn't find any candy." Harry nodded, "It's a very barren world, and I've even used the Illusion Charm to sneak into a few families with children and I didn't find any candy. ”

Dumbledore was a little disappointed.

Harry looked up and replied to Snape, "This is not rubbish. ”

"Herbal materials from another world."

Snape was suspicious.

He didn't smell any magic from these materials.

But Harry wasn't the kind of person who would make ridiculous jokes, even if his surname was "Potter".

"That's barely a good gift." Snape flicked his wand, and several empty, pocket-sized bottles flew out of his robes, landed on the table, and swelled and enlarged, filling them in, "Did Albus tell you about the past few days?" ”

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I just haven't had time yet. ”

Snape glanced at him, "Crouch seems to have expected you to leave Hogwarts. ”

"And he's making arrangements accordingly."

"But he's dealt with his own memories, and I've been knocking on the side for the past few days, and he's just going to want me to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"Your two children also often patrol the room to respond to requests."

"At least nothing has happened for the past few days."

Harry wasn't surprised.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Ron and Neville do that before he left Hogwarts.

"Well, it seems, Hogwarts still needs to know that Harry hasn't returned." Harry looked up at the portraits on the wall.

They nodded in unison.

And in Algeria.

In a hidden cave.

"White frost, what a wonderful force." A tall, thin man wears his delicate, emerald-encrusted tiara and holds a glass vial in his hand.

A white substance flows inside.

It's not snow, it's not anything that can be observed on a physical level.

Dust-like, crystal clear white particles.

But this is not its body, but the closest and most affected air particles that have frozen and stagnated.

And this is the wonderful phenomenon called "hoarfrost".

(End of chapter)