Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 387
Who is the hunter?

Who is the prey?

It is the prey that is caught now, even before that, no matter how self righteous they think they are the hunters.

Caranthir did not speak, holding the staff, the magic power quietly gathered in the body.

Even if it is the prey, he is also the most vicious prey.

Harry flicked his wand lightly.

The thick staff shrank to the size of a finger in the blink of an eye, before he could react, it flew up and fell into the sorting hat.

The armor was also melted, like flowing water, flowing from him.

It turned into a piece of iron the size of two fists, which also flew up and fell into the Sorting Hat.

Revealing Caranthir's true colors.

A thin, pale man with slightly pointed ears.

His eyes are sharp and frosty.

"Don't think about tricks." Harry said softly, picked up his wand again, and chanted a spell.

Rope spurted from the tip of the rod, binding him.

The iron chain spread out from the rope, like a poisonous snake, staring at Caranthir's fingers, biting off one bite after another, entangled his fingers, and prevented even the slightest chance of casting a spell.

The rest of the Wild Hunts were also dealt with by Dumbledore and Geralt.

Not a single one was left alive.

"The Wild Hunt really picked a good time." Harry picked up Caranthir with one hand, and walked back.

Christmas.

Whether it is in the eyes of wizards or ordinary people, it is an extremely important festival.

Scrimgeour was panting heavily, the time for the potion to take effect had passed, and the side effects flooded in. He was sweating profusely, and his cheeks were flushed with unnatural blood. He spoke slowly, his voice trembling: "What's more terrible than disturbing Christmas is that Such a big commotion."

"God, damn it."

He dared not look at the streets, the buildings.

Although the Aurors worked very hard, they did not forget to protect the safety of ordinary people and their property when they fought against Wild Hunt and Caranthir.But in the face of the raging offensive, it is very difficult for them to keep their own lives, and it is difficult for them to have spare power to protect other things.

Ordinary Wild Hunt knights are fine, using long swords.

But the Wild Hunt, who was dressed differently and could cast spells, was different. His magic power was extremely fierce.

Both the wizard and the damage caused to the building are great.

For a Minister of Magic, this is fatal.

Wizards have always been well hidden in front of ordinary people, not being known to ordinary people, which is their creed, but now, this creed has been broken-no matter whether the Ministry of Magic is active or passive, they have to accept this Facts, and then go to great lengths to deal with the aftermath.

Can.
How many ordinary people know about this?
Scrimgeour wasn't that stubborn. After becoming the Minister of Magic, he definitely couldn't be like Fudge or Thicknesse, who didn't know much about Muggles.

He knew very well that in the past few years, Muggles have come up with another thing called "Internet".

That thing spreads much faster than newspapers and telephones.

How come they can always come up with some inventions that make the work of the Ministry of Magic more cumbersome and annoying.

Dumbledore lifted the ice from Norbert's body, and before it fully recovered, he and Scamander stuffed Norbert back into the box, then came over and comforted him: "Rufus, If you need help, you can come to Hogwarts to find me."

Scrimgeour sighed, and was about to speak.

There was a jingle of bells, and a rapid bell rang.

Startle the Aurors.

Harry and Geralt looked into Kingsley's pocket.

The Auror took out a black box with some embarrassment, flipped the lid open: "Hello?"

Both demon hunters could hear, at the other end of the black box, furious cursing and questioning.

Kingsley didn't answer him. He put down the phone and covered the receiver: "Minister Scrimgeour, it's the Prime Minister's call. He came to ask what's going on. How should we answer?"

"What are you?" Scrimgeour frowned. "Didn't the Ministry of Magic stipulate that it is not allowed to give magic props to Muggles, even if he is the Prime Minister."

"It's not a magic item." Kingsley shook his head, "It's a mobile phone."

"A Muggle invention that came out this year."

"It was not easy to get it, I even entrusted the Prime Minister's relationship."

"Minister, so how do I reply to him?"

Scrimgeour raised his head, urging from the Muggle leader, this unusual sense of urgency forced him to muster up the courage to look at the surrounding environment.

The road was almost completely destroyed.

The affected area could be as high as two streets.

Of course, a few officials from the Ministry of Magic and a few restoration spells can make up for it.

But such a large area of ​​damage means that many people know about it.

"My God." Scrimgeour raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Tell him that I will visit him in an hour, and we will discuss it when we meet."

Kingsley replied as he said.

The cursing on the other end of the phone became more intense.

The new prime minister has just taken office not long ago, and this kind of thing happens at this time, which is also a huge threat to his votes.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Dumbledore, what should I do with these Wild Hunts?" Scrimgeour was perplexed, looked at them, and asked.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The air was faintly distorted, and an invisible veil enveloped the five of them, including Scamander, isolating them from the others.

"Now you can rest assured that no one else can hear you." Dumbledore said softly.

Harry was silent: "You can explain to the outside world that it was the Death Eaters who were unwilling to accept the death of the Dark Lord, and then recruited their hands."

Scrimgeour nodded, and looked at the man Harry was still holding: "The one you caught, Mr. Potter"

"It has to be kept in our hands." Harry shook his head, "Including those Wild Hunts that were killed, I'm afraid we will take them away too."

"However, it can be used for publicity."

Scrimgeour didn't have any objections: "Mr. Potter, I don't want to take this group of people away, I just want to ask about the status of this person in Wild Hunt, so I have one for wizards and Muggle prime ministers." Confession."

"Karanthir." Harry lowered his head and looked at him, "The golden boy of the Iron Hill clan, the best navigator, and one of the most important advisors to the King of the Wild Hunt."

Scrimgeour nodded thoughtfully: "About equivalent to a director of the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry shook his head, "No."

"Aredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, he is equivalent to Dumbledore."

"Caranthir, about the same as you."

Scrimgeour's eyelids twitched.

He understood what Harry meant.

The Minister for Magic doesn't have as much influence over the wizarding world as Dumbledore does, but... put it bluntly.

He sighed, even if it was to exaggerate the value of Caranthir, it would be sad to say so.

"That would be better." He said, "I think I can at least give a satisfactory explanation."

(End of this chapter)