Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 389 The one in front of you is a master of black magic
This is a very surprising information.

"Don't you guys have a spell that can fake memories?" Geralt asked with gestures.

Harry shook his head and replied, "His memory hasn't been tampered with."

"Besides, with the character of their race, it is impossible to allow a wizard who has only been in contact with them for a few days to cast a spell on their brains. Who knows what weird spells will be planted."

Geralt nodded.

"So Tom really only has two Horcruxes left?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses.

Harry didn't speak, he looked towards the door.

Waiting for someone to come.

Dumbledore also began to wait.

Snape came over, more than ten minutes later.

He held a bottle of potion in his hand, and stuffed it into Scamander's hand abruptly: "Wild Hunt is out again?"

Harry nodded: "Professor, good news, Crouch may have completely trusted you."

Snape frowned.

This is not good news for me.

"Have you talked to Crouch?" He sneered as he sat down, "Began to believe what he said?"

Harry shook his head and pointed at Caranthir: "This, an important person in the Wild Hunt, before you came, the professor, I checked his memory. A suspected Ravenclaw crown is in the hands of the Wild Hunt."

"Suspected?" Snape caught the most crucial word.

Harry nodded, "That's just a memory."

"Although I can ensure that the memory is real, I cannot rule out whether the Horcrux is real."

He then recounted what happened just now carefully, without missing any details, including those details about Scrimgeour that Snape didn't want to know, and he didn't need to know.

Snape's face darkened.

He knew Harry so well, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with himself.

He took his wand out of his robes and held it up.

Didn't say much.

In the abandoned classroom where Crouch was held.

The young man opened his eyes in a daze, subconsciously moved his body like a bug, and approached the burning fireplace in the room, but it was in vain, an invisible barrier formed by magic stopped him, making him and the fireplace always in touch at a safe distance.

"Stop struggling." Snape's voice sounded, "Potter will not give you a chance to escape."

"If he tortured me, he should torture me in a better way." Crouch raised his head.Apart from his freedom in life, Hogwarts treated him very kindly and guaranteed him three meals a day and nearly 24 hours of sleep, but this kind of good life made his cheeks thinner, like a skin covered General skeleton.

Snape sneered: "Good news, Potter may not be tormenting you for long."

Crouch looked up, staring at him, silent.

"Potter knows that one of the master's Horcruxes is in the hands of the Wild Hunt." Snape said softly.

Crouch narrowed his eyes and his expression became sharp: "How did he know?"

"Put away your swallow-tailed eyes." Snape said in disgust, the black fluid twisted into a ball, showing his emotions well, "He captured an important figure in the Wild Hunt, Caranthir. "

Crouch was stunned, a little surprised: "Caranthir?"

"You know him?" Snape asked.

Crouch nodded: "Has he been caught? It seems that Wild Hunt is not as powerful as they boasted."

Snape bit his voice: "The problem has nothing to do with the Wild Hunt, it's the discovery of one of the master's Horcruxes."

"Why do you know about this?" Crouch suddenly asked an unimportant news.

Snape sneered: "Crouch, if it wasn't for Master's sake, I would really like to pour you a potion that will turn you into an idiot."

"At this moment, are you still doubting me?"

"What use do you doubt me?"

Crouch stared calmly at the black fluid.

Snape's tone was dissatisfied: "This is not some secret news. It will even be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. The Wild Hunts have made a lot of noise and cannot be hidden from anyone."

Crouch didn't speak, and closed his eyes.

After a while, he sighed, his voice sounded as haggard as his appearance: "Severus, let me think about it."

Snape said nothing.

After time, the black fluid dissipated.

Crouch opened his mouth and mouthed the number "six thousand".

It's still 10 minutes long.

in the principal's office.

Snape opened his eyes: "Crouch seems to be in a desperate situation. He needs to think before he can give a countermeasure. His voice sounds tired, just like Harry you mentioned."

Having said that, he paused and looked at Scamander.

Harry nodded: "No accident, Mr. Scamander should know about the relationship between Albus and Grindelwald."

Scamander nodded.

Snape continued: "He's in the same state as you, Albus, when Harry mentioned Grindelwald."

Dumbledore complained in a low voice, his tone helpless and helpless: "Severus."

Snape nodded, "Yes, that's right."

"Is it real, or fake?" Harry asked.

Snape sneered: "Potter, you have to be clear, I'm just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not Merlin, I can't use Legilimency in that state, even if I can, do you think I can use it?" Use it on Crouch?"

"In Crouch's eyes, I am a person who can endure humiliation for the Dark Lord, and even endure Crouch's humiliation to me!"

Harry looked at Caranthir and was silent for a while.

"Looks like I have to go back to that world."

Everyone in the room was taken aback.

Geralt realized: "You mean go back?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, go back and find Ciri."

"We have a lot of things we want to do, and we need her."

Geralt frowned: "How can we go back, without Ciri."

He paused and looked at the only person lying in the room: "It's impossible for him to cooperate with you."

"Why won't you cooperate with me." Harry raised his wand, "There are many spells that can do it."

almost simultaneously.

"No."

Dumbledore and Snape spoke together, they both knew exactly what spell Harry wanted to cast.

Harry looked over his shoulder.

"Harry, I." Dumbledore said hesitantly. He was not that resistant to using black magic. After all, he was also very good at black magic, but he didn't want Harry to use this kind of magic.

Black magic is not a good thing.

In particular, the essence of magic is the reflection of the soul.

Using black magic once will inevitably have an impact on the mind and spirit.

Snape was not polite, and interrupted Dumbledore: "Potter, do you want to use the Imperius Curse?"

"I have to remind you that in front of you, there are two most powerful masters of black magic except for the possible resurrection of the Dark Lord."

"It's not your turn to show off your superficial knowledge. Black magic, like potions, is a profound art. You can't master it well just by reading a few books. Arrogant Potter, I think, I should put Ah Take out the bezoar in Busi's mind, and wash your mind well."

(End of this chapter)