Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 382 Am I a Master?

Dumbledore has lived for more than 100 years, and his understanding of the wizarding world is far better than his understanding of himself.

Who are the masters and where do they live?

Even if Dumbledore didn't know the specific address, he knew which country they were in.

Added many masters that Kingsley did not think of.

until noon.

A list of more than 100 people was compiled.

Came back between the Sorting Hat, scratched Harry's palm, and informed him that Sirius had been safely taken to Hogwarts.

"We will negotiate with the Ministry of Magic of other countries as much as possible." Kingsley recorded these names one by one.

Tonks sighed with emotion: "How come there are so many masters."

She always thought that masters were rare.

But one unexpected name after another, spitting him out of Dumbledore's mouth, made her feel like pulling a carrot out of the field, and she would be one at a time.

"This is for the whole of Europe." Kingsley shook his head.

I can't understand Tonks' thinking.

More than 100 is already a huge number, involving wizards from 44 countries in Europe, and even some other farther regions.

This is too difficult for the British Ministry of Magic.

"Voldemort doesn't necessarily know as much as Albus." Harry said softly, "Although the Wild Hunts don't mind where these masters are from, they got the news from the Death Eaters our."

"So it is more likely that he will attack the wizards of Great Britain, especially the wizards who are likely to be our help."

Kingsley suddenly nodded his head.

So they parted.

Harry and the others returned to Hogsmeade. This time, Geralt didn't resist the apparition. He understood why Harry didn't complain about this bad way of appearing—the wizards' other ways of traveling were not very good. Reliable.

Just stepped into Hogwarts.

Harry took out the Marauder's Map, and Sirius' name was in Lupine's office, pacing restlessly.

They walked straight over.

Just pushed the door open.

Sirius in the room was startled, and immediately raised his wand, saw who was coming, and let go of the wand with a sigh of relief: "Harry, and Geralt, what's going on, you called me to Hogg in such a panic Watts?"

"Protect your safety." Harry said directly.

Sirius frowned slightly: "Hasn't Crouch already been caught? Even if there is a Death Eater outside, I'm not afraid."

"It's not about the Death Eaters, of course," interrupted Harry. "It's about the Wild Hunt."

"Last night, Bagshot and Ms. Goshak, a master of history and a master of charms, were taken by the Wild Hunt."

Sirius was puzzled: "What does this have to do with me?"

"The Wild Hunt are targeting those masters now." Harry answered him.

Sirius was still puzzled: "So what does it have to do with me?"

"You are a master of the Transfiguration Curse." Harry was silent for a while, staring at Sirius, and uttered these words calmly.

Surprised, Sirius pointed at himself: "Me?"

It was hard for him to imagine that such a serious word as "master" could be associated with himself, especially the Master of Transfiguration Spells he knew was "Professor McGonagall", and he felt that he was too far from Professor McGonagall.

"You are an Animagus." Harry said angrily, "Besides Professor McGonagall, the only Animagus."

Sirius scratched his head: "Is that so?"

"So I'm actually no worse than a snot-nosed man?"

"He is the master of potions, and I am the master of transfiguration spells?"

Harry sighed, but said nothing.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "Of course, Sirius, you have always been excellent."

Harry didn't continue the conversation, but carefully told Sirius about everything that happened last night.

After listening, Sirius nodded blankly: "So, why do you suspect that Crouch has another helper, rather than that the mysterious man has been resurrected?"

"Of course it is possible." Harry nodded, "If so, it would be the best development."

"But I'm afraid the chances of that happening are slim."

"If dear Tom is resurrected, Crouch will not try to believe Snape, only he has not been resurrected, and there is still something missing, Crouch is not ready yet, there is no way but to choose to believe Snape."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

For a while, he couldn't sort out the mess of thoughts.

"So, before catching Voldemort, I have to stay in Hogwarts?" Sirius shook his head, simply changed the subject directly, and asked naturally.

"I'm afraid so." Harry nodded.

Sirius sighed: "There will be a concert at Christmas time"

Harry didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Sirius was helpless: "I know, Harry, I know, I won't be so capricious."

Geralt looked sideways.

This way of getting along, no matter how many times I watch it, I have a particularly refreshing feeling.

Sirius lived in Hogwarts, of course he would not be so peaceful. With permission, he would help Lupine take a few classes. The completely different state of fanaticism was discovered by the students almost immediately , which made the Gryffindors cheer, they could briefly have two of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at the same time in one school year.

Dumbledore also wrote a letter to Newt Scamander, hoping that he could come to Hogwarts with his wife for a short stay.

But Scamander did not agree. He preferred to live with his family, especially now that Christmas was approaching, and he preferred to spend this holiday at home.

If there is a wild hunt.
Now Norbert is a big girl too.

The Ministry of Magic's contact with other countries' Ministry of Magic is not very smooth. Just like in Great Britain, figures like Dumbledore, Harry, and Snape don't pay much attention to the Ministry of Magic. In other countries, other masters are similar. They are free and do not obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic.

It was only for the sake of Dumbledore and the famous Mr. Potter that he reluctantly met with the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

I don't know if I listened to those words.

The only good news is that since the actions of the Wild Hunt that night, there seems to be no movement, they seem to have disappeared.

Until Christmas came, on Christmas Eve, a heavy snow fell.

Great Britain, Dorset.

The Scamanders were lively, gathered around long tables, and not every elderly wizard was as lonely as Dumbledore, who had a perfect family and three cats, purebreds. cat raccoon.They were hunched over, their hair bristling, and they breathed toward the door.

　It seems to be really sunny QAQ
　
(End of this chapter)