Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Who is the hunter?

Who is the prey?

Those who are caught now are the prey, even before that, no matter how self-righteous they thought they were the hunters.

Caranthil said nothing, holding the staff, and the magic power quietly gathered in his body.

Even if he is a prey, he is also the most ferocious prey.

Harry flicked his wand.

The thick staff shrunk 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, flowing down from his body like water.

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

Revealing Caranthir's true form.

A thin, pale man with two slightly pointed ears.

His eyes were sharp and as cold as frost.

"Don't think of any tricks." Harry whispered, raised his wand again, and recited a spell.

Ropes erupted from the tip of the staff, tying him up.

The iron chain spread out from the rope, like a poisonous snake, staring at Caranthir's fingers, biting him one after another, wrapping his fingers, eliminating even the slightest chance of casting spells.

The remaining Wild Hunts were all dealt with by Dumbledore and Geralt.

Not a single person was left alive.

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

Christmas.

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

Scrimgeour gasped for air. The time for the potion to take effect had passed, and the side effects came back. He was sweating profusely, and his cheeks were turning an extremely unnatural color. He spoke slowly, his voice trembling slightly: "The only thing more terrifying than disturbing Christmas is making trouble." There is such a big movement.”

"Oh my god, that's so damned."

He dared not look at the streets or buildings.

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

Ordinary Wild Hunt Knights are fine, using long swords.

But the Wild Hunt who wore different clothes and could cast spells was different, and his magic power was extremely fierce.

The damage caused to wizards and buildings was huge.

This is fatal for a Minister of Magic.

Wizards have always been well hidden from ordinary people and not known by ordinary people. This is the creed they abide by. But now, this creed has been broken - 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 this?

Scrimgeour is not that stubborn. After becoming the Minister of Magic, he must not be as ignorant of Muggles as Fudge or Thicknesse.

He knew very well that in the past few years, Muggles had created something called the "Internet".

That thing spreads much faster than newspapers and telephones.

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

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

Scrimgeour sighed, and was about to speak.

There was a jingle, a rapid ringing.

Shocked the Aurors.

Harry and Geralt looked into Kingsley's pockets.

The Auror was a little embarrassed and took out something like a black box, flipped the lid open and said, "Hello?"

Both demon hunters could hear the furious curses and questions coming from the other end of the black box.

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

"What are you talking about?" Scrimgeour frowned, "Didn't the Ministry of Magic stipulate that magic items are not allowed to be given to Muggles, even if he is the Prime Minister?"

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

"A Muggle invention that only came out this year."

"It was not easy to get it. I even relied on the Prime Minister's connections."

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

Scrimgeour raised his head and saw the urging from the Muggle leader. This unusual sense of urgency forced him to muster the courage to look at his surroundings.

The road was almost completely destroyed.

The affected area may be as large as two streets.

Of course, a few Ministry of Magic officials and a few repair spells could make up for it.

However, such a large affected area means that many people know about it.

"Oh my god." Scrimgeour raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Tell him that I will visit him in an hour and we can discuss it later."

Kingsley replied as instructed.

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

The new prime minister has just taken office, so if something like this happens at this time, it is also a huge threat to his votes.

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

Dumbledore waved his wand.

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

"You can say it safely now, 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 gathered the people."

Scrimgeour nodded and looked at the man Harry was still holding in his hand: "Then Mr. Potter, the one you caught?"

"It must be kept in our hands." Harry shook his head, "Including those killed by the Wild Hunt, I'm afraid we have to take them away too."

"However, it can be used for publicity."

Scrimgeour had no objection: "Mr. Potter, I don't want to take this group of people away, I just want to ask about this person's status in the Wild Hunt, so that I can have one for wizards and the Muggle Prime Minister." Explain.”

"Caranthir." 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 the equivalent of a Director of the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry shook his head: "No."

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

"Caranthil is about the same as you."

Scrimgeour's eyelids twitched.

He knew what Harry meant.

The Minister of Magic does not have as much influence on the wizarding world as Dumbledore did, but to put it bluntly.

He sighed, even if it was to increase the value of Caranthir, it was sad to say this.

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