Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 423 Opportunity
Harry didn't respond to him, and continued to rummage through Boiler's memory.

Hermione looked over, counting in her head.

Five children, not one more.

She felt relieved and asked him, "what's the matter?"

"One escaped." The baron looked into the distance, worried.

He was watching all the time.

Although fighting is relatively bad, but after so many long wars, he still has eyesight, and the battle situation is not complicated, Zhimao flew away and turned into a crow.

"That was intentionally let go." Hermione said softly.

"On purpose?" The baron was taken aback, his tone still flustered, "But they still cursed Anna, could it be?"

He doesn't quite understand.

Hermione shook her head and comforted her: "Don't worry, we will find a way to eliminate the curse on your wife. Harry and I both have some experience in this area. If it doesn't work, we can consult more professional people."

The Baron nodded.

Ciri added, "The Weaver is the bait we let go to catch Ilereth."

"Illeris, who is that?" the baron wondered.

Ciri said softly, "Commander of the Wild Hunt."

The Baron was startled.

Looking at Ciri, then at Harry.

When she first met Ciri, she was still a little girl who kept running away from wild hunting, but after meeting again, she had already started hunting wild hunting in reverse.

These changes
It was all brought by that taciturn and cruel witcher.

He didn't speak anymore, stretched out his hand, and subconsciously touched a child's head.

As night fell, the Mire fell into an eerie silence.

Zhipo fled to Bald Tree Mountain in a hurry.

Is anyone following?
Maybe not.

She took out the crystal ball hidden in the depths of the cave, and spit out the ancient elf text from her mouth.

After a while.

The light bloomed, and a bald elf emerged.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Weaving Lady panicked: "Master Ilerith, we have found traces of the ancient blood."

"Have you caught her?" Ilerith's eyes and voice became brighter.

Zhipo shook her head: "She has several powerful helpers by her side. Our three sisters are not her opponents. They were all killed, and only I escaped."

"Helper?" Ilerith's face sank, thinking of the rumors he had heard recently.

Zhipo nodded heavily.

"I see." Ilerith waved his hand and extinguished the crystal ball.

He stood up, eyes deep.

As the commander of the Wild Hunt, when he heard about Ciri, he should lead the knights to hunt her down.

But Lord Eredin has been a little strange recently. After he was told about Ciri's news, he should not go out immediately, but report to him.

And those powerful helpers.

He had vaguely heard some related rumors.

But these news deliberately kept a distance from him.

Ilerith dressed and went to Aredin.

In the palace.

After listening to Illeris' words.

Eredin nodded: "Several powerful helpers, that's really interesting."

"Ilerith, get ready to bring back the ancient blood."

Ilerith looked up.

There was some doubt in his eyes.

What's the difference between this and attacking directly?
"Lord Eredin." He said softly, "Do you need me to act with Caranthir?"

He hadn't seen the golden boy of the Elf clan of Aen El for a long time.

Eredin shook his head: "No, he has other things to do."

"Don't worry, Illeris. Although the helpers around Ancient Blood are difficult, I believe in your ability. You just need to make more preparations."

"You wait outside for a while, and I will tell you some details."

Ilerith should come down.

he thinks.

This should be Lord Eredin's reminder to himself, to be careful, cautious, and to be safe.

He complied and left.

After Illeris left.

Eredin took out a crystal ball from under the table, it was glowing, and the magic was taking effect.

"Did you hear that?" He said to the person in the crystal ball, "You can start to act now. I will ask Illeris to hold that Harry as long as possible."

Opposite the crystal ball was the tall and thin man controlled by Voldemort.

"That's great news," said the voice from the diadem. "I need your help, a navigator."

Eredin didn't speak, just looked at him calmly.

"I can't get into Hogwarts now." Voldemort replied, "Don't worry, I'm just here to save my son."

"It will be returned to you after use."

Eredin did not respond: "How is the research progress of Hoarfrost?"

"It hasn't been long since you last asked." Voldemort said calmly, "However, it's good news."

"I have researched a spell with Hoarfrost."

The tall, thin man raised his wand.

Say the mantra.

"Hoarfrost erosion."

A white mist gushed out from the tip of the staff and fell to the ground, leaving traces of hoarfrost.

Eredin's eyes lit up: "Is there already a spell that can be manipulated?"

Voldemort nodded: "Of course, but this spell is very dangerous. It has almost the same nature as the Fierce Fire Curse. If the user's magic power is not strong enough, it will be counterattacked."

"But as long as it's strong enough, isn't it all right?" Eredin asked back.

The two of them looked at each other, and laughed at the same time.

"The navigator you want will pass by tomorrow." After laughing, Eredin waved his hand, "Voldemort, happy cooperation."

Voldemort responded to him: "Pleasant cooperation."

The magic on the crystal ball disappears.

Eredin got up and went out of the house, to tell Ilerith how to stall the time.

Voldemort, as always, magically imprisoned the crystal ball.

He waved his wand again, revealing the original appearance of the table.

In addition to the summary of research progress on Rime, there are also some books-these are the books on the Wild Hunt side.

In his handbook, the book that has been read the most times is closed at this moment, the title of the book is clear, and the gilded text reads "Detailed Explanation of Elemental Creatures", and beside this book, there are many other books, "Origins of Ancient Magic", "Metamorphosis and Metamorphosis", "Making Inanimate Things Move", and "Detailed Construction of Wild Hunting Dogs".

These are closely related to "elements".

Voldemort glanced over these books one by one, manipulating the tall and thin man, clenched his wand tightly.

"The day is finally here."

In another world winter is just beginning.

Hogwarts has been beautiful spring.

Ron, Neville, and the others checked in the corridor on the eighth floor every day as usual, and the Room of Response can still be opened today.

"Harry hasn't been back for a long time." Neville said in a low voice.

Open the door and walk into the house.

Ron shook his head and followed him in: "Don't worry, Professor Snape isn't in a hurry, so it proves that nothing happened to Harry."

Inside the house is the layout of the training ground.

Almost every day, they conduct actual combat training here.

(End of this chapter)