London.
"Harry, are you done over there?" Ron shouted.
Up on the Tower of London, a silvery-white stag stood beside Harry.
It was his Patronus.
Lawrence, who had put on a little more weight, led the discussion.
"The boss's Patronus is practically solid now."
"You can't tell at all. Probably only Professor Ladislaw at Ilvermorny has a Patronus like that."
"A Legendary Auror really is something. Not only has he developed all sorts of uses for the Disarming Charm, but he's mastered the Patronus Charm too."
When Ron overheard their whispered discussion, he shouted, "All right, hurry up and sweep the surrounding area!"
The Aurors scattered. They were all a little afraid of this difficult Auror named Weasley.
After all, his family was rich, and his older brother was the head of Auror Headquarters.
Harry dismissed his Patronus and came down. "There are fewer of those things now. We've had word from Hogwarts that they've dealt with a large number of the Wild Hunt."
"The Wild Hunt?" Ron asked.
"The Wizard King gave them that name." As Harry finished speaking, he saw Ron's expression shift slightly.
Harry knew what he was thinking.
Being born in the same era as someone exceptional was a blessing, but also a misfortune.
They were the same age as John, so they inevitably compared themselves to him.
Especially because of Hermione, which gave Ron even more cause for resentment.
"Hermione's still burying herself in work to numb herself," Ron said unhappily. "Because he showed up."
"We can't blame everything on him." Harry fell silent for a moment before saying, "We were the ones in the wrong."
Ron opened his mouth, but he still couldn't find anything to say in rebuttal.
Harry looked at Ron and said earnestly, "Hermione will get through this. She just doesn't