Hogwarts: Harry Potter's Return from the Witcher World-Chapter 424: Opportunity

Harry didn't respond—he was still delving into Brewess's memories.

Hermione glanced over, mentally counted.

Five children, all present.

Relieved, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"One escaped," the Baron said, gazing into the distance with concern.

He had been watching the whole time. Though no expert in combat, years of war had sharpened his perception. The battle wasn't complex—Weavess had escaped in the form of a crow.

"That was intentional," Hermione said softly.

"Intentional?" The Baron froze, still anxious. "But they still have curses on Anna, what if—?"

He couldn't quite grasp the logic.

Hermione shook her head and reassured him, "Don't worry. We'll be able to remove the curse on your wife. Both Harry and I have experience with this. And if needed, we can consult someone more specialized."

The Baron nodded.

Ciri added, "Weavess is our bait—to lure out Eredin's commander, Imlerith."

"Imlerith? Who's that?" the Baron asked, confused.

Ciri replied quietly, "The commander of the Wild Hunt."

The Baron was stunned.

He looked at Ciri, then Harry.

When he'd first met Ciri, she was a girl constantly fleeing the Wild Hunt. Now, she was hunting them.

All because of that silent, ruthless witcher.

He said no more, placing a hand absentmindedly on a child's head.

As night fell, the marshes were swallowed by an eerie silence.

Weavess fled to Bald Mountain in panic.

Was someone following?

No one seemed to be.

She retrieved a crystal orb from a deep cave. Ancient Elven words spilled from her lips.

Moments later—

Light flickered, and a bald elf appeared.

"What is it?" he asked.

Weavess stammered, "Lord Imlerith—we've found a trace of the Elder Blood!"

"You've caught her?" His tone sharpened, eager.

Weavess shook her head. "She had powerful allies. The three of us were no match. They were all killed—I alone escaped."

"Allies?" Imlerith frowned. He recalled recent rumors...

Weavess nodded firmly.

"I understand," Imlerith waved a hand, cutting the connection.

He stood, eyes deep in thought.

As commander of the Wild Hunt, finding Ciri meant he should personally lead the charge.

But lately, Eredin had been... different. He'd instructed that upon discovering Ciri, Imlerith must first report to him—not act alone.

And these new "allies"... something about them was being hidden from him.

Still, he dressed and went to see Eredin.

Within the inner chambers—

Eredin, after hearing the report, nodded. "Powerful allies... fascinating."

"Imlerith, prepare yourself. Bring back the Elder Blood."

Imlerith hesitated, puzzled.

How was this different from acting directly?

"Shall I bring Caranthir?" he asked—he hadn't seen the golden boy of the Aen Elle for a long time.

"No," Eredin said. "He's needed elsewhere."

"Don't worry, Imlerith. Ciri's companions are troublesome, but I believe in your strength. Just... take extra precautions."

"Wait outside. I'll instruct you further soon."

Imlerith obeyed and left.

He assumed Eredin simply wanted him to be cautious.

Once Imlerith was gone—

Eredin pulled out a glowing crystal orb from beneath the table.

"You heard?" he said to the figure inside.

"Begin your plan. I'll ensure Imlerith keeps Harry busy."

On the other end of the orb stood the tall, gaunt man controlled by Voldemort.

"Excellent," came the voice from the diadem. "I need a navigator."

Eredin gave no response, his face unreadable.

"I can't enter Hogwarts yet," Voldemort continued. "Relax. I only want to retrieve my son. I'll return him afterward."

Eredin said nothing. "How's the White Frost research?"

"Not long since you last asked," Voldemort replied coolly. "But—good news."

"I've created a new spell with it."

He raised his wand and chanted.

"Glacies Devour!"

A burst of white mist sprayed from the tip, leaving frost behind.

Eredin's eyes lit up. "You've weaponized it?"

Voldemort nodded. "Yes. But it's volatile—like Fiendfyre. If the caster isn't powerful, it backfires."

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They exchanged glances—and laughed.

"The navigator you want will arrive tomorrow," Eredin said, waving. "Pleasure doing business."

"Likewise," Voldemort replied.

The orb dimmed.

Eredin rose and left the chamber—off to instruct Imlerith on how to stall.

Back in his own space, Voldemort sealed the orb with magic, waved his wand to restore the desk's true appearance.

Amid the reports on White Frost research were numerous books from the Wild Hunt's library.

The most worn volume now sat closed, title gleaming in gold: Anatomy of Elemental Beings. Around it lay others—Origins of Ancient Magic, Transmutation and Substance, Animating the Inanimate, and A Treatise on Wild Hunt Hounds.

All closely tied to "elementals."

Voldemort's gaze swept across them, guiding the gaunt man's hand to tighten around his wand.

"At last... the day has come."

In another world where winter had barely begun—

Spring had already arrived at Hogwarts.

Ron and Neville, as usual, checked the Room of Requirement every day. Today, it was still open.

"Harry's been gone a long time," Neville said grimly, pushing the door open.

"Relax," Ron replied. "If Snape isn't worried, that means Harry's fine."

Inside—it was set up as a training ground.

They practiced here every day.

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