Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 380 Clues
This house is not far from Potter's old house, only four buildings away, and a small alleyway.

The yard was deserted, overgrown with withered grass, and a landscape tree grew twisted and its branches stretched without any aesthetic feeling.

A few rows of fresh footprints spread to the door. The visitors who came one step ahead of them were careless. When they stepped into the door, they didn't knock off the stained snow mud on their feet, ruining the door.

"It seems that Ms. Bagshot's old age is not comfortable." Harry looked at it.

You can see a person's living conditions from the courtyard.

These weeds, landscape trees, gravel and other things cannot grow overnight.

If she still had some attitude towards life, she wouldn't just sit back and let them be messed up to this extent.

Garden trimming can be a big hassle for the average person.

Not for wizards.

Landscape magic is a compulsory course for wizards. With a flick of a magic wand, things that would take days to complete can be solved, and even house elves are there.

can only say.
Ms. Bagshot probably doesn't even have a single person who is willing to visit her, otherwise even a word from the visitor would not make the courtyard look like this.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Once, when I was young and Ms. Bagshot was young, she was very popular, and there was an endless stream of suitors, all of whom could be lined up outside Godric's Hollow."

"But my dear Harry, most people's pursuit is not because of her."

"Even if no one has publicized it, the news that Ms. Bagshot is Grindelwald's aunt will still be known by most people."

True love is like gold hidden in the desert.

At least because of A History of Magic, Ms. Bagshot, who owns an untold number of Galleons, didn't get her gold.

The identity of Grindelwald's aunt, no doubt, affected her.

crunch--

The door of the house was pushed open.

Tonks poked half of his head out of the room, and the armor protection charm shrouded her body, protecting him tightly.

Three familiar faces.

But the female Auror didn't relax. She took out her wand, flicked her wand lightly, and with a flick of her sleeve, something fell into her hand behind the door.

She breathed a sigh of relief when there was no problem with the spell test, and opened the door completely: "Harry, Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Geralt, you came very quickly. Minister Scrimgeour thought you would not be here until noon at least."

Harry saw what was in Tonks' other hand.

A looking glass.

Lying quietly in her palm, without any reaction.

"The Ministry of Magic can't solve the Wild Hunt." Harry shook his head, "How about it, did you find anything?"

Tonks shook his head: "I didn't find anything."

She paused: "We received a notification from Scotland Yard at three o'clock in the morning. There seems to be something happening in the wizarding area on Godric's Hollow."

"We've seen the investigation report from the Muggle police."

"Several Muggle eyewitnesses said that the weather suddenly became colder, and then a team of black dogs in armor and leading them." Speaking of this, Tonks wanted to laugh, and his hair turned bright silver gray, "Sorry, yes The knights who fit the image of the legendary Wild Hunt appeared."

"But the Muggle police investigated the scene, and apart from the unusually cold weather, everything is normal."

"So, we let the Muggles pass the matter on to us."

Harry nodded, walked towards him, and asked, "Why did you entrust this matter to you?"

Speaking of this, Tonks looked resentful: "Remus has gone to Hogwarts!"

"It's boring for me to be at home by myself, why don't I work overtime to earn some money for milk powder in the future."

Harry looked at her in surprise.

"Ma'am, you're not pregnant yet." Geralt was experienced enough to tell at a glance.

Tonks pinched his waist, carelessly: "Sooner or later."

"I've already proposed to Remus. When this matter is over, I will marry him. I can't be behind you."

Harry walked to the door, stopped, looked at the snow in front of the door, and sighed: "How long did you stay at the door?"

"I don't know." Tonks shook his head. "Don't worry, we have obtained evidence of the footprints. There are a total of six people and three-headed dogs."

"More than that." Harry shook his head, "I also want to see if anyone has visited her before the Wild Hunt came."

"Can you see that too?" Tonks was surprised.

Dumbledore remembered the things Harry did in front of Riddle's old house in the fourth grade.

"The snow has been heavy during this time, and it will be layered." Harry explained briefly, "It will leave traces."

Geralt looked at Tonks: "I remember Sirius told me that the Aurors seem to be a group of people who specialize in case investigation?"

To be professional is to look professional.

This kind of common sense thing should not be understood.

"Don't have too much confidence in the Ministry of Magic." Harry shook his head with regret.

"Harry!" Tonks' expression became dangerous.

Harry said softly: "Well, let me put it another way, Aurors are also wizards, and wizards have many ways to solve many problems that are difficult for us to solve, so they are more used to relying on magic, rather than eyes and ears"

Harry didn't say the next thing, and looked up at her head.

Tonks felt greatly insulted.

Don't wait for her to attack.

"Like?" Geralt said, uttering two words.

Harry gave him a faint look: "Geralt, you shouldn't ask such an embarrassing question."

"Your answer takes it to another level." Geralt responded with a smile.

Tonks clenched his wand: "Enough!"

"Okay, let's go inside and have a look." Harry glanced at the ground, which was worthless for inspection, and then looked into the house.

Geralt waved his hand: "Go in first, and I'll see if there's anything else I can dig up here."

Tonks immediately retracted his temper: "Sorry, I will keep it in mind!"

"When Thickness is resolved, I will ask Kingsley to write this thing into the employee handbook."

They enter the house.

The Aurors who were coming and going inside paused a little when they heard Tonks's words, but soon lowered their heads and continued to pretend to be working, not to be offended, not to be offended.
Not to mention Tonks' current identity.

Even with Tonks' abilities and the natural Transformation Magus, he was destined not to offend her.

Tonks waved his wand, and two stacks of documents flew over: "This is the file from the Muggle side."

"This is our investigation report."

The Aurors have indeed made some progress, and the investigation report looks decent.

There were no traces of fighting in the room, only on the wall of the bedroom, there was a trace of a spell hit, suspected to be an impeding spell, a stun spell, or a disarming spell.

The daily necessities are still there, but the study room has been turned into a mess, and most of the books have been swept away.

While Harry was looking at the investigative report, Geralt walked in.

"Did you find anything at the door?" Harry asked him.

Geralt shook his head. "No, it's too bad. Two people smoked there and stomped their feet to keep warm."

With sharp eyes, Tonks looked back at the busier group of Aurors and snorted softly.

"Think about it, at least they know how to protect the crime scene, but they didn't expect the crime scene to have such a large area." Harry comforted Tonks, and put down the file in his hand, "We have to go upstairs and have a look."

Not entirely reassured, Harry went upstairs again to check for himself.

After walking out of Bagshot's house, he walked to Goshack's house under the leadership of Tonks.

"I flipped through the books in the study." Harry said softly, "The books that were taken away were all the history of modern wizards. I didn't take any of the ancient history. There were also some miscellaneous books, like where are the magical creatures?" Category."

Dumbledore paused.

"That sounds bad enough." He frowned slightly.

"As for other aspects, the Aurors are very careful this time, almost no different from the inspection report." Harry made the final conclusion.

They walked to Goshak's house.

Very different from the Bagshots.

It can be seen that this house was very exquisite "before he was alive", and clusters of flowers were planted in the garden, which were still blooming gorgeously, but they were frozen by the ice and maintained at the last moment before death.

But it's not Hoarfrost.

Kingsley was much more cautious than Tonks. As the personal bodyguard of the current prime minister, he had the most contact with ordinary people, and he also learned a set of professional criminal investigation methods from them. The scene was protected, from the entrance of the yard to the house. No one has stepped on the section of the entrance, and the Aurors have all apparated past.

Apparition is not so accurate, it is carried by others.

This is troublesome.

Already two Aurors have Apparated and been sent to St. Mungo's.

Harry and Geralt leaned over to take a look at that section of the road, and both of them sighed heavily at the same time.

"Isn't this protected?" Tonks looked at the two of them puzzled.

Not happy with the ruined scene.

But now that the site is well protected, why are they not satisfied?

"Ms. Goshack is often visited, and the footprints at her door are of little investigative value. It is difficult for us to tell which footprints belong to Crouch's accomplices or the accomplices of the wild hunt." Harry shook his head, Looking at Kingsley, "Is the on-site investigation report out?"

Kingsley nodded, waved his wand, and a stack of papers flew towards him.

Harry watched quietly.

Ms. Goshak is still very young. Unlike Ms. Bagshot, who is more than 100 years old, she is only in her 70s, and as a master of spells, she still has some fighting ability.

"A strange but powerful freezing spell covered the entire garden." Kingsley introduced, "This should be the Hoarfrost you mentioned, Harry?"

"It's not Rime." Harry shook his head. "It's the magic of the Wild Hunt."

"Freezing spell."

"Reminds me of a man, Caranthir, the navigator of the Wild Hunt, a warlock skilled in freezing magic and teleportation."

Ciri had introduced them to dangerous people in the Wild Hunt, and Caranthir was one of them, one of the most important advisors to the King of the Wild Hunt, Aredin.

(End of this chapter)