Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

This is indeed not good news.

"Did he say what he was going to do?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape shook his head and sneered: "Albus, Potter has long said that Crouch has manipulated his brain and his memory has been processed."

"If he could remember those plans, Potter would have uncovered them long ago."

"You know, he has the nose of a hound."

Dumbledore comforted him: "Severus, you don't have to be like this. Didn't Harry expect this?"

Crouch has never been a peaceful person.

Even if he was imprisoned and fell asleep all day, no one would think that he could really be as peaceful as he appeared.

Rats in the gutters are the hardest to guard against.

I don't know when, it will pop out from somewhere.

Harry was worried about what would happen.

So tell Ron, tell Neville, and tell them to keep an eye on the Room of Requirement.

Over at the Order of the Phoenix, Harry also put forward a lot of opinions.

Snape said nothing and looked at Dumbledore coldly.

"We can't contact Harry now." The white-haired old man said softly, "Not even Mr. Geralt and Ms. Yennefer."

Snape tilted his head away and pursed his lips: "Albus, are you sick again?"

"Who cares about Potter."

"It's the Dark Lord's business. They are still prepared."

Dumbledore smiled at him.

Snape continued: "Nagini, that's the snake, what's the situation over there?"

"There's no way I can get through."

Dumbledore waved his hands: "Let Rita and Hestia watch over there early in the morning."

"Ms. Jones is a good witch, but that Skeeter guy," Snape said calmly.

Dumbledore raised his hand and tapped it lightly in the air.

A small mirror flew over.

He spoke a spell over it.

On the mirror, magic power is surging, and the picture will appear in the blink of an eye.

In the mirror, an older, kind-looking lady appeared. She was wearing a dark green long-distance running suit, holding up a wand, the tip of the wand was glowing, and she was maintaining a magic spell.

Her voice was also very gentle: "Albus?"

"My dear Hestia, how is the situation over there?" Dumbledore asked.

Hestia smiled helplessly: "Everything is fine."

"The snake named Nagini is very peaceful and stays in the forest."

"It's just that Rita is responsible for the personal surveillance. She can seem a little annoying sometimes, just like a creature like Ladybug."

Snape came over and said, "Are you sure no one has touched Nagini?"

"Or is there some other creature approaching?"

Hestia nodded: "Professor Snape, are you there? Of course, I'm sure."

"My spells are pretty good."

"No one has been here during this time, and I have used magic to count all the snakes in the forest, except for Nagini, and no new snakes have come here during this time."

This was Harry's special request.

She Laoqiang can completely convey messages through snakes.

Even if Voldemort is not resurrected, the Horcruxes can recover some of their wisdom after accepting some sacrifices.

Snape said nothing.

"Thank you for your hard work, Hestia." Dumbledore said softly.

Hestia was not angry: "If you think it's hard for me, then ask others to come over and help me as soon as possible."

"Rita's spell skills are very bad. She even told me that she got an "E" in spells on the OLS exam, but I don't think she even has an A level."

Dumbledore coughed twice: "Of course, I will."

"Gideon and Fabian are a little busy with work. They will probably be able to find time in a week."

"Dedalo does have time."

The first two names made Hestia very happy.

Those were two very reliable wizards, who were Molly Weasley's brothers. They were both as mature and steady as Molly.

But when she heard the last name, her expression suddenly changed.

"No, Albus." She shook her head quickly and said in a serious tone, "Don't. If it's him, it's better to let Sirius come. At least he has become much more reliable now."

Dedalus was once as famous as Sirius as "brainless".

but now.

Sirius has been reborn and is recognized as having grown a brain. Although the big boy has a strong aura - this may be related to the fact that he has never been in love, he is at least willing to open his head, think, and can listen to others. of dissuasion.

Only Dedalo remains as sincere as ever.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Not Sirius."

"But Remus can, how about asking him to go over and help you now?"

Hestia nodded, somewhat thankfully: "That's great, Albus, you can still recommend some reliable helpers."

They talked for a while, then cut off the communication.

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Snape: "Severus, how are you? You can feel relieved now."

"Harry counts everything."

"Even counting a trivial matter like Nagini, how could he not prepare himself."

As he spoke, he paused slightly: "Besides, Severus, we all know that Harry has lived in that world longer than in Hogwarts, and he is very experienced."

"Even Mr. Geralt, who is as old as me, said that Harry is a mature and stable witcher."

"Harry will be fine."

"Albus." Snape's voice was cold and stiff, "I said, I don't care about that stupid guy Potter."

"I will try to contact Crouch more and see if I can deceive the last person's identity and whereabouts."

"Or, does the Dark Lord have more Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore snickered.

It was not often that Snape had to be so arrogant when he had a small advantage.

He glared at Dumbledore fiercely, threw up his sleeves and left.

If it wasn't because the professor had no authority to deduct points from the principal, then he would definitely have said, "Albus Dumbledore, because of your boring and disgusting speculation, I will deduct fifty points from you!"

At this moment.

He thought better of Potter.

After all, he was the only one in Hogwarts who could confine Principal Dumbledore.

In the wizarding world, undercurrents are surging.

In another world.

After a day's journey, Harry and Hermione finally arrived at the border post before night fell.

It is different from the sparse wilderness along the way.

There are more traces of human activities here.

Hermione also saw the most famous scenery in the world - dead trees hanging dead people.

Some have dried.

Some had just died, surrounded by flies and emitting a pungent, headache-inducing stench.

Outside the outpost, a large group of people gathered.

They huddled around their carriage, as if they were using it as a temporary shelter.

The road is blocked and narrow.

Harry and Hermione had to dismount and walk towards the bridge guarded by sentries.

The darkness made it difficult to see their faces.

But the delicate and gorgeous robes and the youthful and innocent temperament cannot be concealed by the gloomy twilight.

The moment he almost dismounted, a large group of refugees rushed over.