The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Ron and Neville leaned together, in a semi-comatose state, and Ron was still whispering Ginny Weasley's name until Harry said:

"I made it back, we are all safe"

Only then did he stop his flailing hands, but still gripped his wand tightly.

The three of them seemed to be rolling in the mud, their faces were covered with dust, and the sorting hat was left in the corner of the door. After the good friend and Ginny settled down, Harry inserted the sword into the gap in the middle of the door, and cocked it vigorously. with.

The big battle and wound just now made Harry a little bit exhausted, but he still put his hands on the hilt of his sword, and both legs plowed out a few marks in the dirt.

"Don't...but open it!" No matter how Harry tried to tilt the door or use Parseltongue, it couldn't be opened.

The impact in the room caused the rocks above the head outside to fall continuously, and several pieces hit Harry's head right on top, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down the side of his face.

Harry just wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, and then raised his sword and swung it venting.

The sword of Gryffindor cut off the two carved snakes, and the spell hit the stone gate without causing any waves.

"Ginny? How are you..." Harry suddenly noticed that the girl's complexion was even paler, and his anxious tears dripped down on the tip of Ginny's nose.

"Hmm...Slytherin seems to have set up something." Flitwick, the master of spells, cast a fluorescent spell, squinting his eyes and probing along the stone door, "Either use brute force, or wait for me to explode...Gee Dro!"

Lockhart on the side with a dry face, dragged his body reluctantly to come among them.

Harry had never seen such a disheveled Lockhart, he had always been a peacock, but now he was just a chicken with dry, messy blond hair.

"I....I won't" he whispered hesitantly, the forced Lockhart was already at his limit to get to the bottom.

"But didn't you write it in the book, use your spell!" Harry shouted, pointing his sword at him.

"Please, don't push me...I admit, those books are fake...I admit! Are you happy now?" Lockhart stepped back hastily, "That's not my experience! Let me leave!"

He guessed it was Cyrus fighting the basilisk, but he couldn't help, the only request was to get himself out of here.

"Get out of the way..."

Just as Harry looked angrily at Lockhart who was defending, Hermione and McGonagall came over, and she pushed Lockhart away with mixed anger and fear.

"You take Harry and they leave"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Lockhart took the lead as if he had been pardoned, and only Harry carried the unconscious Ron and Neville back step by step.

Hermione felt the weight of the stone door, which was engraved with countless compound spells. After Dean Flitwick temporarily blocked half of the effects, she raised her hand and moved the stone door away.

The dark force had never entertained her so much.

Knowledge represents the amount that can be used. The moment Hermione raised the stone door like a god, she felt that the Force was created for her.

When they removed the stone pillars used to stop them, they saw Cyrus still standing there.

The invisible force barrier made Cyrus resist Voldemort's advance like a door god, and the alder wand swung a few curses from time to time.

There is also the basilisk lying on the side, the miserable appearance makes Mag a little bit unbearable to look directly at:

Almost no part of the thick and long snake body is complete, and the torn flesh and blood can be found at a certain distance, and those wounds have traces of being scorched black by lightning;

In the middle, almost half the width of the flesh was gouged out, exposing the white snake bones inside. The eyes of the snake's head were burned by the lightsaber, and a hole was poked out.

Hermione looked at the tired but still standing figure, and immediately stood behind him.

Perhaps because he sensed a familiar person, Cyrus glanced back, and this glance was like ten thousand years.

Green and red black magic flew past the two of them like fireworks, and Cyrus had never felt so excited, even though he was exhausted.

"Miss me?" Hermione walked to his side, with the Iron Armor Curse unfolding in front of her.

"think"

"How much do you think?"

"A little more than you think of me." Cyrus leaned on her shoulder, panting slightly, but the wound left by the black magic made him look a little embarrassed.

But Hermione seemed to smell better...not perfume...but a sweet scent from the soul.

"I see that you don't see me..."

Voldemort, who had been blocked by Cyrus all this time, was a little out of breath. Seeing the two people who looked like no one else in front of him, he felt angry for some reason.

The originally handsome face was now even more gloomy, like a younger version of Snape.

The young Voldemort crazily fired the Unforgivable Curse at them. Seeing the green eyes of Hermione and Cyrus, for some reason, there was a moment of disappointment. (Voch Terrier)

"The diary... Voldemort has a diary" Cyrus was taken over by Professor McGonagall, and he collapsed into Dean Maomao's arms and said softly, "If you don't destroy that diary, Ginny will still die"

Voldemort? !Mag looked at the young and handsome Riddle in disbelief.

The angry Professor McGonagall made the surrounding ruins come alive, forming stone giants one by one; the land turned up like waves, burying Voldemort layer by layer.

"You are all going to die!"

Strong waves erupted from Voldemort's body, stirring up dust and air waves. Those earth waves and stone giants were all shaken to powder, and then turned into spikes and hit them with the Levitating Curse.

"It's okay, leave the rest to us." Hermione put Cyrus aside.

"don't want..."

He sensed Hermione's emotion and was quite worried, but Hermione slapped Cyrus' arm off and said, "Trust me, I won't be addicted..."

Facing the overwhelming attack, Hermione just clawed her left hand, raised it, and slammed it down into the void.

The stone thorn stopped instantly, and the floating spell on it was crushed together with the stone.

"you don't know the power of the darkside (you don't know the power of the dark side)"

The malice of the dark force caused Riddle to have a hallucination. He saw a faint figure behind Hermione, looming...that was the malice of Darth Sidious.

"Impossible...Impossible!!" Riddle bulged his eyes, recalling the fear of being dominated back then.

Can't refute, can't say too much, the other party says "discuss", but if they disagree, they will immediately tear up their souls and memories...

Riddle wobbled. This was his fear, which belonged to Voldemort's fear of death. Malice spread continuously from Hermione to him like tentacles.

"He lied to me! He dared to lie to me!!"

Now, Riddle finally faced the truth: he didn't kill Hermione at all, even if the other party faced the basilisk's eyes, even if it was a soul attack, it wouldn't help.

Because... he was a tool from beginning to end, a tool for Palpatine to make Hermione feel 'throwing tiles'.

At the moment when the enemy was stunned, the professor immediately launched a counterattack.

Professor McGonagall softened the ground, causing Riddle's lower body to get stuck in the rocky ground. After Flitwick blocked his attack, he retrieved Ginny's wand with a precise and powerful disarming spell.

"Hehe...hahahaha"

Riddle, who was snatched back from the diary, was numb. He looked at Hermione Granger cheerfully, without the hatred of being captured at all, and half of his body was pressed into the ground by McGonagall, leaving only the body above his chest. parts.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Hermione stepped on Voldemort's shoulder and crushed it with the heel of her leather boots. The pain caused Riddle to change his face, but he immediately changed back to the look of sudden realization.

"Go ahead"

"Why did you do that?" Professor McGonagall looked at him and asked, even Hermione couldn't believe that Voldemort said it.

"Let's do it~ don't waste time." Riddle glanced at Cyrus who was coming, a little amused, "I have nothing to say, it just seems that someone has been preempted."

He just regretted not killing Hermione outright.

"How did you get in here?" Cyrus knelt down and talked to him face to face, "Let me guess... Is it the Malfoy family? Or those subordinates who rely on you?"

"Tsk tsk tsk...you are not as smart as you think, I don't know..."

The tone of the conversation with Cyrus made Hermione very uncomfortable, so she stepped up her strength and stomped on her right foot. Thinking that this was the former Voldemort, Hermione felt even happier.

Riddle frowned, and his shoulders made a dislocation sound due to Hermione's added strength.

"The only thing I did wrong...was being fooled by my arrogance..." Riddle shook his head and said, "Cy... Cyrus? I'm just a tool man"

"I admit that the original purpose was to clean up the school, but my plan was taken over by another person...I thought it was a like-minded person"

But I didn't expect him to become the target of training some people...

This was worse than the first time Riddle knew that his future self was defeated by a baby.

"Who?!"

"I can't say... let's do it" Riddle closed his eyes, no matter what Cyrus and the professor asked, he would not say a word, just smiled, "A warm reminder, Weasley is dying soon"

Riddle would not say Palpatine's name, because as long as he said it, Palpatine would find all his horcruxes and crush them to death bit by bit. He didn't want to have one more enemy for no reason.

But before dying, the disgusting and disgusting gang is still okay.

Probably because Hermione hated Voldemort too much, the force lightning tore up the diary bit by bit, stripping away those lives that did not belong to Voldemort.

His hatred and anger made Cyrus on the side tremble with fear.

The ink gushed out from the pages, but evaporated before it touched the ground. Riddle's face was twisted and squeezed together. He let out a series of screams, and finally disappeared along the thick fog.

"I think you need to rest alone for a while." Professor McGonagall looked at the boy hooked by Hermione and blinked. "Now that it's over... let's go?"

"Really...it's great that you're fine." Dean Flitwick jumped up excitedly and gave Cyrus a small hug.

Thanks to him, otherwise Harry would definitely be in trouble...

"Okay, it's time to settle the score!" Hermione pressed against his face, helping him to follow behind the professor.

"Ok?"

"How much have you kept from me~ Gu Yi's apprentice?"

Hermione picked out a red greeting card from her pocket and waved it in front of Cyrus' eyes. Even if he lowered his head, Hermione would always keep the greeting card in front of his eyes.

"Cough...I'm hurt"

"It's okay, I'll accompany you to recuperate, my dear Cyrus~"