Legendary Auror
Legendary Auror—this title was not one that just anyone could possess. Regardless of position, it represented the highest honor among Aurors. The previous Legendary Auror had sent half of Azkaban's worth of dark wizards to prison in his lifetime.
Harry was called the strongest of all generations, and the criminals he had captured already exceeded the previous generation. This was just his workload over the past ten years.
With the birth of the Magical Kingdom, Aurors and Hit Wizards were separated. Auror management power increased, and Auror training classes were established to provide advanced training for students whose future aspiration was to become Aurors.
Stepping into this ancient manor, Harry's eyes carried emotions that had been difficult to calm for a long time. As he passed, the flowers turned toward him, like a group of curious spirits watching this Legendary Auror.
"So this is Silver Hand Manor?" Harry pondered.
In the era before the Wizard King emerged, when Harry was still in school, his classmate had already become a powerful wizard who stirred up the winds and clouds. John at that time was called the Second King. The Second King was crowned with the title of king, establishing a massive interest group covering several countries.
This manor was the Second King's manor. Whenever the bell tolled, nobles and powerful wizards gathered here. Harry had no qualifications to enter here at that time, and he only learned about Silver Hand Manor after becoming an Auror.
His expression was complex. They were both Hogwarts students. Those mediocre students envied and were jealous of the Legendary Auror named Harry Potter. But they would never harbor disrespectful emotions toward John Wick. Because that was John Wick—losing to him was not shame, but honor. Slytherin had become different because of him.
Pushing open that door, Harry stepped into the empty manor. The echo of footsteps resonated.
"Nice cloak."
Harry looked up to see John at the second-floor railing, smiling as he observed him. He tugged at his red cloak, on which a lion image was vividly depicted.
"Five years ago, when cracking down on illegal magical creature trafficking groups in Bulgaria, the Auror Headquarters awarded this to me."
Harry surveyed the building, staring at the collapsed opening in the roof for a while before saying, "This is my first time inside."
"That truly brings honor to my humble dwelling."
John walked to the first floor and snapped his fingers. Table and chair legs swayed as they ran over. He invited Harry to sit down. The teapot puffed, hot water steaming white smoke in the teapot as tea leaves gracefully fell, quickly turning into tea.
Harry looked at John's face and said with emotion, "You've never changed."
"You've changed quite a bit," John said. Black tea was poured into the teacup, which was carefully moved in front of Harry.
"You've grown up and become more mature and steady," John teased. "You used to go wandering during curfew quite often."
Being reminded of his youthful embarrassing moments, Harry awkwardly rubbed his nose. "It would have been even better if you hadn't given those shoes to Filch afterward."
"That was quite amusing," John raised an eyebrow with a somewhat mischievous smile.
Harry was speechless. The current Filch had become the students' nightmare, and this person had at least 90% of the credit. He hadn't come without serious business. He took a sip of tea.
Hmm, really hot! His tongue went slightly numb. Harry suppressed the urge to spit it out, watching John drink it without changing expression.
He spoke up, "I didn't tell Hermione."
John paused, his eyes lifting slightly, bypassing this topic to say, "You're not here just to reminisce."
"Indeed not," Harry also didn't continue the topic. He considered for a moment before speaking, "This anomaly hasn't ended."
"Oh?" John raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The Convergence has been lifted, the Dark Elves have been dealt with. What else is there?"
"Someone came along with the anomaly," Harry's eyes darkened, his voice carrying gravity, "a woman."
"So..." John's expression grew serious as he asked, "You've fallen for her?"
Harry: "..." Do you want to listen to what you're saying?
Taking a deep breath, Harry didn't know why, but he felt that John seemed to have changed somewhat after not seeing him for a while.
"That woman is very special," he didn't pick up John's topic but said seriously, "She might become the magical world's greatest enemy."
A woman? Becoming the magical world's greatest enemy? John stroked his chin. After confirming it wasn't Harry being smitten, he expressed doubt.
Harry spoke, "She's immune to magic."
"Immune to magic?" John stopped and looked at Harry again.
Harry nodded gravely, "I tried to use magic on her, but it had no effect whatsoever."
"During my investigation, I fell into a world that was different from ours."
"The wizards there don't use wands; their magic is ancient magic."
"That woman most likely comes from there." Harry recalled the world he had reached. That place was like medieval Europe, but different. However, Harry hadn't made much contact before being transported back.
The news Harry brought would definitely shake the magical world. A woman immune to magic had never existed in this world before. Harry came to tell John, hoping this matter could be resolved. With unclear friend-or-foe status and the opponent being immune to magic, wizards couldn't act rashly.
Harry also brought news about vampires. The vampire massacre was already quite abnormal. Even more abnormal was that the vampires weren't killed by silver. Harry's years of case experience led him to suspect it might be that woman's doing. This indicated the woman could not only be immune to magic but also had considerable combat ability. She was completely a wizard's natural enemy.
"By the way, that woman is looking for someone," Harry remembered the woman's muttering when she appeared, "who seems to be called... Eredin."
Eredin? John was stunned. This name was too familiar to him. Or rather, no one was more familiar with this name than him. Because this was his name. The name his grandfather had given him—Eredin.
Combined with what Harry said about the world he fell into during his investigation, he had a bad feeling. He had used this name in one place. That place had witchers and magic. Elves and various fantasy creatures.
John was somewhat confused, thinking in his mind. When had he offended someone there, to the point they would cross worlds to seek revenge?
"That's not right. I generally don't have enemies—if I have grudges, I settle them on the spot." John thought it over but couldn't figure it out. He had participated in the ten trials there, each one involving cutting grass and removing roots. There shouldn't be anyone coming here to seek revenge. Could it be someone with the same name? That didn't seem impossible.
Harry left. This Legendary Auror had his hands full. With vampires dying in large numbers, people from the Vampire Council had approached the Ministry of Magic.
Near the London Underground, Blade removed his equipment and placed it on the table. He had a wound on his body that had nearly pierced his heart. Although he was half-vampire, Blade would die if his heart were pierced.
He looked at the woman standing there, curiously observing. This crazy woman had single-handedly destroyed a vampire territory just to find someone. Even Blade, this veteran vampire hunter, was wary of such madness.
"What's your name?"
The two could be said to have become acquainted through fighting. Blade disinfected with alcohol. The pain from the wound made him grunt.
The woman withdrew her observing gaze. Her sword was already sheathed, but she still had much blood on her, making her face look like a big tabby cat.
"Ciri," the woman said her name.
Blade discovered that beside Ciri, his vampiric urges as a half-vampire were suppressed. This was why he had kept Ciri around. Ciri's body blocked magic, but she was still mortal flesh. Her superior swordsmanship and combat skills gave Ciri huge advantages when killing magical creatures. Blade, also a combat master, could only barely suppress Ciri.
Throwing a towel to Ciri, Blade said, "Wash your face. The washroom is over there. I know where the witchers are."
Ciri caught the towel but didn't move. Blade had to continue, "In another country, I encountered them while hunting vampires. They're an ancient group."
"Maybe the Eredin you're looking for is there." Blade wasn't entirely certain. "But this is just a possibility. I'm not sure if there are more witchers in this world."
"Eredin." Ciri gripped the towel tightly and walked toward the room Blade indicated.
Blade was treating his wound when he heard crashing sounds from the washroom. Helplessly, he put down his work and walked over. He saw Ciri very angry, "There's no stream at all!"
Blade said nothing and walked over to turn on the faucet. Water flowed out, and at that moment, Ciri was as innocent as a little girl. She stared at the faucet with wonder.
[Chapter Complete]
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