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Jovonovich.

After Jovonovich Sr. sent his sons to New York, the place became much deserted.

Well, I haven’t seen that boy Valery wrestling with a brown bear on the mountain for a long time.

Silver Wolf patrols his territory.

Brown bear cubs have also grown up a lot and hibernated in their own caves.

Alexei received a gift from his brother.

Take the road to the hotel.

A half-dead elf, Valery thoughtfully broke all its bones to prevent the elf from escaping.

Alexey shook his head helplessly, "Valery went too far."

"I should let Andre do it."

After saying that, Alexei glanced at the silver wolf who was patrolling the territory, and he asked curiously: "Where is father?"

Silver Wolf and Jovonovich Sr. were rarely not together.

They are like this family, and unity is the symbol of the wolf pack.

Silver Wolf raised his head and looked at Mount Jovonovich, where the castle was hidden.

Alexey felt strange. Apart from the Demon Hunter test, he rarely set foot in that place.

"Anton, put this elf in the dungeon, I want to take a look."

Alexey and Seryosha have always been Jovonovich's reassuring guys.

Anton's eyes were hidden behind his messy hair. He glanced at Alexei without saying yes or no.

Alexei turned towards the mountain.

There is still snow on the mountain, one step at a time.

Silver Wolf walked on it without leaving any traces.

Alexei walked along the mountain road.

All the way to the castle entrance.

After walking through the deep cave wall engraved with the history of the witcher, he saw his old father muttering in front of the spring.

Looking at the white-haired back, Alexey's heart was blocked.

Old Jovonovich is getting old after all.

The inheritance of the demon hunter spans the world, but it does not bring the ability of immortality.

As Jovonovich Sr. gets older, he is no longer as strong as he once could lift Valery with one hand.

This old wolf values ​​his family and regards his family as everything.

"Father, what are you doing here?"

Condensing his emotions, Alexei's voice slowed down.

Old Jovonovich put a hand into the water and opened his closed eyes, "This water is talking to me."

"Quanshui is talking to you?" Alexei's eyes were deep.

Is it a monster? Or something else?

In the records of witchers, some demagogic things will talk in human language.

Alexei walked towards the sword placed next to the spring, and his bony fingers slowly grasped the hilt.

He said solemnly: "Maybe it's the Charm Devil, father."

Old Jovonovich shook his head and said, "No."

He glanced at Alexei, who was about to take action, and said, "The spring water can let me see something."

"See?" Alexei said noncommittally, "You mean the prophet?"

"Yes."

"But how is that possible?" Alexei said, "That is the talent of the wizard."

Old Jovonovich turned his back to him and said: "There is a price."

"What's the price?" Alexei slowly approached.

Old Jovonovich slowly raised his head and turned around.

With blood dripping from his eyes, Alexei stopped, his face unable to hide the shock.

"Father!"

Jovonovich Sr. sacrificed one of his eyes to speak to the Fountain of Wisdom.

...

Magical country.

Percy handled most of it.

As the head of the Ministry of Magic, Percy is very dedicated.

It has only been less than twenty years since the Magic Kingdom was founded.

All were trying out contact with Muggle society for the first time.

Barty Crouch of the Auror Headquarters, after the death of his father Barty Sr., he became one of the few people in the Ministry of Magic who can control power.

He was the son of a hero. Old Barty died in a civil strife among wizards, and it was also a war in which Muggles discovered the vulnerability of wizards.

Batty succeeded the old Batty and became a follower of the Witch King.

Percy is in charge of all political affairs, so the Auror in charge of Barty is the sword of the Magic Kingdom to the outside world.

The Legendary Auror hands over the tracking log in the Auror Main Hall.

This is what Aurors need to do.

Ron complained: "I really hate this mechanism. Every time I come here, I need to see the faces of those high-class Aurors."

"Ron, you'd better talk less."

Harry shook his head and said, "Hermione just helped you cancel a punishment last time."

"Please, we're out there tracking dark wizards from birth to death." Ron said dissatisfied, "They just need a cup of coffee in the office."

After saying that, they arrived at the Auror main hall.

It was an entire building in the heart of the Wizarding City.

The people here are not as shabby as expatriate Aurors, they are all dressed as brightly as models.

Well, Ron just didn't like the tone.

It's definitely not because they are handsome.

"Mr. Potter!"

Legendary Aurors never lack fans wherever they go, even in the Auror main hall.

The Auror, who had looked so arrogant just now, stood up as soon as he saw Harry.

He shook Harry's hand excitedly.

Harry responded.

When Ron arrived, the Auror regained his composure and said, "Hello."

Ron stretched out his hand: "..." And this is also very annoying.

Harry asked: "Is Director Crouch here?"

"He's in the office. You know, Aurors everywhere have been busy lately."

Aurors have two idols, one is the legendary Auror Harry, and the other is the Director.

I admire Harry's strength and admire Barty's power.

Both men were the ultimate Auror dream.

Harry nodded and took the elevator to the director's office.

Ron was about to follow, but Auror stopped him, "Sorry, no one is allowed in."

Ron was so angry that he wanted to curse.

Fortunately, Harry spoke, "Sorry, this is my mission partner."

"Please come in." The Auror looked at Ron with a 'You're so lucky' expression.

It seemed that Ron was the one who followed the legendary Auror.

Ron was furious.

As a senior Auror, you are also very strong, right?

It's a pity that around the legendary Aurors, there are always people who need to play supporting roles.

The elevator goes all the way to the top floor.

"Ding."

The elevator door opens.

The once fervent believer of the Dark Lord now lives in the image of his father.

Gray suit, white hair on the temples.

Barty Crouch stood in front of the window, looking at the magical world that his father could not imagine.

"Director Crouch."