The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Can you still walk?" Hermione almost carried Harry by the back collar, "You go to Professor McGonagall...Leave it to us..."

"Digory... Cedric..." Harry panted.

"He's not dead! Let's go!!"

Perhaps as Voldemort said of 'celebrating the new life', the grave was filled with the sound of puffing cloaks and a few 'pops' that seemed to be squeezed out of rubber pipes.

With Cyrus and Hermione at the center, wherever the darkness goes, cloaked figures appear one after another. They approach cautiously and hold wands. One of them is like Peter just now...

"My lord..." He knelt on the ground, kissing the hem of Voldemort's robe.

"13 years...you guys...you don't think I'm really dead, do you?" Voldemort kicked the man over, "I admit I'm disappointed...Ellifer...go, To prove your loyalty, this is the last chance..."

Suppressing the fear in their hearts, they followed Voldemort's casually raised fingertips.

It's three little wizards... Some of them still have a little entanglement with them, and some of them have seen pictures in books and newspapers in some places even if they haven't met them in person.

"This is the debt you have to pay... 13 years of debt, Wormtail, don't you?" he said gracefully, prodding his wand in Peter's silvery white hand. out of loyalty"

"No..." Peter wanted to retort, but Voldemort ignored him.

"Run, Harry...don't look back" Cyrus pushed him away with force, "The agreement between Cedric and me is over, now it's me"

Harry didn't dare to turn his head, because Voldemort's snake eyes were staring at him, and his bloody hand covered the hot forehead scar, outlining the bloodstains, which made him look even more miserable.

A blasting spell was deflected by Hermione and exploded in front of Harry, like a mortar blasting in front of him. The shock wave knocked Harry to the ground, and the gravel cut his cheek.

He got up again in a daze, and in the darkness, he crawled towards the song of the phoenix...

Cyrus and Hermione were back to back, surrounded by dozens of powerful Death Eaters, he suddenly remembered the picture in his dream:

Anakin asked Captain Rex of the 501st Clone Legion to surround Cyrus with a team of blasters in stun mode to train him to deal with crises...

"Hey! Stupid! Look here!!" Cyrus sneered loudly, turning the Death Eaters' attention away from Harry.

"Ah~Dumbledore's most beloved student...if you die...will he mourn for you?" Voldemort's wand flicked, "Go...to prove your loyalty with actions! "

He canceled Elifer's Cruciatus Curse, stood on the sidelines, stroked the big snake named Nagini, and chased Harry step by step, barefoot.

"It's been a tough fight...I don't have time to stand in front of you this time..." Hermione didn't even have the energy to think about how Voldemort got his body.

"Is there? I remember what happened in the first grade..."

In the dark, facing the Death Eaters, there are red and blue beams emerging from the tip of the wand. The blood-red light makes Hermione's face hidden behind the hood even more deadly...in the eyes The golden color is more dazzling.

The sky-blue light made Cyrus look more determined, and his back was close to hers.

"Avada Kedavra!" Elifer got up from the ground, and he was the first to attack.

A middle-aged man was hiding behind the Death Eater Goyle, and Nott followed closely. From his trembling tone, it could be heard that he was far more afraid of Voldemort than he was of Dumbledore...

"Malfoy, do you really want to do it?" A person slowly moved to Lucius Malfoy's side and asked softly.

"When war comes, no one can remain neutral...no one..." Lucius lowered his head, and finally pulled out the silver wand from his waist, "Mike Neil, for the benefit of pure blood!"

Hermione Granger, Darth Sidious/Palpat's Sith apprentice, practically speaking, her status is almost comparable to No.1 who is directly in charge of the Sith Tribunal.

She reacted vigilantly, and quickly dodged the death-killing curse.

The force gathered from all around like a tide, the fingers of her left hand were bent, the condensed force knocked away several Death Eaters who were approaching, and opened a small gap, but was soon filled by the Death Eaters who rushed over .

Cyrus took her arm, turned, and bent over, allowing Hermione to roll on his back, reflecting the spell as he went.

Perhaps it was a subconscious memory, Cyrus deftly used five moves to block, he raised his alder wand, his lips moved slightly, and the whisper that only Hermione could hear turned a blasting spell into a small cluster of butterflies.

The tip of the lightsaber constructed with the Iron Armor Curse, the Fire Curse, and the Cutting Curse circled in the air, and the butterfly with red beams of light turned into a whip, sending the two Death Eaters flying.

With their screams, they could even see the scorched and cut wounds on their chests after the sparks had passed.

What Jedi's no-kill rule...no!

The "?" on Hermione's fire ring flashed, and Sigel's sun-like lily-of-the-valley flame surrounded Cyrus and herself like a shield made of flames.

The beautiful lily of the valley flame that she usually used to make small lanterns, at this moment... is like a breathtaking Balrog, those tongues of flame that can still keep warm in the fire, gently licking the approaching Death Eaters .

From the soles of their feet, they wound up like a devil's net... from the scorched skin, then drilled into the flesh, and from the damaged nerve tissue, slowly climbed to the intact place.

"Save...save me! Malfoy!!" The Death Eater rolled on the ground.

"Clear spring is like water~"

How can that thin water extinguish the flame of lily of the valley?They could only watch helplessly as the approaching Death Eaters were pinched by tentacle-like flames... torn apart in howling...

However, if they could hear elf-like laughter in the flames, they might feel even more creepy.

"Ventus"

Cyrus guided the wind, and then used the weather spell to control the wind to gather. The small tornado gradually increased with the loss of his magic power, and the rolled blue flames seemed to enter the world of ghosts.

When he was casting a large spell, Hermione stood in front of him, holding up the Iron Armor Charm.

The Death Eaters are not stupid either. Among them, the wealthy ones have some life-saving alchemy items and powerful spells, but Hermione's intention is not in these... She picks up the food that is easily affected by the fire curtain. Dead Apostles.

Those unlucky ghosts stood in a circle, some of them were old, trembling a little looking at the bright blue flame of lily of the valley.

Sith Hermione raised her hand and grabbed some of the distracted Death Eaters. She couldn't help but think of the Killing Curse from the Quidditch World Cup... The powerful force pinched their throats and lifted them into the air. .

The crisp sound of "Ka~" is as simple as someone biting off a delicious brittle bone.

Malfoy and Mike Neil remained silent, but they did not stop their attacks.

Those were Dumbledore's students... from the moment Voldemort was resurrected, the position was already obvious, they were either hostile by Voldemort or controlled by Dumbledore.

The death curse is deflected by the force shield, and the black magic is blocked by Hermione's 'all protection' (?)....

The Sith and Jedi who just got started joined forces to fight among the surrounding Death Eaters.