Gail didn't really mean to invite them to tea.

It's just a mind-game trick that will be used.

But they seem a little naïve.

When they sat down one after another, Gail also came over and sat down: "I wonder why you came to me so aggressively?" ”

Harry watched as Dumbledore poured him a cup of black tea and whispered, "Tell you two things. ”

"First, the current Aritin is no longer the original Aritin, a person named Voldemort pretended."

Gale stared at him, "Now that you're here, I think you'll be able to weave a lot of perfect evidence for this lie. ”

"And I, an Elf of Al Ain, cannot offend our king without convincing evidence."

The elves' words always seem to be so aggrieved.

But all the people present were smart people, and they all understood what he meant.

The elf didn't feel like he was rejecting Harry's claims, he wanted to be presented with more and more convincing evidence, not empty words.

Snape scoffed, "You could have said it more simply, instead of like this, with your tongue tied in your mouth." ”

Gail looked over.

The man, emaciated as a skeleton, had raised his wand.

There is no shadow of the blade.

The invisible blade flew past the tip of his ear, shaving a few hairs, but instead of landing, it fluttered into Snape's hand.

But after the spell cut off the hair, it didn't stop, it still flew violently, striking the wall hard, chiseling a deep mark.

Gale's expression remained unchanged, still calm and peaceful, just like the spell that could take Snape's life if he wanted to, not half aimed at him.

He just held his hand, his eyes full of curiosity and seriousness as he stared at the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who was still moving.

Snape pulled out a vial of potion and tossed Gail's hair into it.

Grunt - Bubbles of viscous liquid.

Its color changed in the blink of an eye, and it was silvery and still like a galaxy of light.

Without hesitation, Snape took the potion.

The taste is great, it is mint-like cool, slightly sweet, but not greasy, and there is a warmth, the feeling of taking hot chocolate.

His features began to distort, and Snape took on his form as Gale watched.

"What is this?" Gail looked at him closely.

It's exactly the same, whether it's the appearance, or some small features on the body that only you, or those who are most familiar with you, will notice, or even. The hair that has just been cut off has also been perfectly reproduced.

maybe

Transfiguration magic is capable of doing this.

But this is by no means the result of people who have never been in contact with themselves and have only only met once.

Snape spoke, in Gael's cold voice, "Polyjuice potion." ”

"One of our potions only needs a little physical material to perfectly transform into a person's appearance."

There was an uncontrollable look of shock in Gail's eyes.

Unheard.

It's too simple, it's too perfect.

"Didn't Arridin tell you this?" Harry whispered, "While he was kidnapping the two masters, he took away a lot of books, and although the polyjuice decoction is rare, it will not be without a single introduction. ”

On the list of the Ministry of Magic.

Compound decoction is a "controlled product" rather than a "contraband", and its danger level is even below that of "Truth Telling".

Two masters?

Book?

Gail frowned slightly, but quickly stretched out, keeping the expression on his face unchanged.

This small movement may be able to hide the eyes of Dumbledore and Snape, but it definitely can't hide the eyes of the two witchers.

"You don't know?" Harry's tone inevitably brought some surprise to him, "Aritin never talked to you?" ”

Gail picked up his teacup and concealed his inner emotions, "It seems that as I have heard, you witchers have incredible keen observations. ”

"How much do you know about our world?" Harry asked.

Gail shook his head: "I know very little. ”

"Arettin told me that he didn't know much about it, only that it was a new world, and that it seemed that he could find the power to stop the hoarfrost in addition to the ancient blood accident."

Harry asked, "That's all?" ”

Gail nodded silently.

Harry put down his glass and leaned forward slightly, "He must have told you that he was united with some people?" ”

"Yes, I did." Gail replied.

Harry pondered, "But he doesn't seem to have told you that he sent a team of knights to invade our world. ”

Gail was stunned and shook his head.

Although he is in charge of the logistics of the entire wild hunt, the king of Ayn-El, after all, is Aritin, and he has the power to make all arrangements.

"Then he didn't tell you about Calanhill being captured by us?" Harry whispered.

The soft sound is like thunder on the ground.

"Calanhill was caught by you?" Gail's expression was a little difficult to maintain.

Harry tapped his hat slightly.

A person flew out and became bigger when he landed, it was none other than Karanhill with a confused expression.

Snape raised his hand, expertly recovering the Imperius Curse.

Gail's face turned ugly.

Harry continued to whisper, "Then he probably didn't tell you that he would use Elleris' life to test and confirm that I would stay in the witcher's world for a day?" ”

"Illerius is dead?" Gail exclaimed, his expression completely shattered.

Harry nodded, "I didn't leave his corpse, it's worthless, and the hat gets angry, it's been stressed many times, don't stuff weird stuff into it." ”

Gail stared at Calanhill.

He wished that the golden boy in front of him was a wizard pretending.

Can.

The combination of the available information, and what Harry had told them, proved beyond doubt that their words were not lies.

It was true that he hadn't heard from Caranhill for a long time.

He also asked if Aritin was just prevaricating with the phrase "Caranhill has other important tasks".

And Elleris.

It is true that Ilaris was sent on a mission two days ago, and there has been no news since then.

"But this potion is just a copy of a person's body, not a soul, isn't it?" Gail took a deep breath and asked.

Snape scoffed, taunting Gail with his face and his voice, "Wizards have many ways to dig into a person's memories. ”

"We can do it all of us."

He walked over to Calanhill and met his eyes, and the Templar took away his memories roughly, reading them to Gale one by one.

Each one is read out.

Gail's face turned a little pale.

It turns out that not only the body can imitate, but also the memory and the soul.

(End of chapter)