The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Two days later, Cedric had fully woken up. Perhaps it was the pain of the Cruciatus Curse that made his movements much slower, which meant that he would not be able to fly for at least a year.

Cyrus feared that his mood would change violently....

However, now it seemed that he didn't need to worry too much. Despite the muscle damage caused by excessive spasms and the occasional trance, Cedric looked fine.

Thanks to his parents, and senior sister Qiu Zhang, she never left the hospital bed, and now she has a good relationship with Cedric's parents?

It's just a little weird.... If I have to say it.... It's like, the relationship between Cyrus and the Grangers?

Cyrus went to the principal's office several times in a row, and Dumbledore visited Harry more and more, but when talking about the connection between Harry and Voldemort, he couldn't restrain his joy.

"Is this really going to be like this..." At one o'clock in the morning one day, Malcolm met Cyrus in the club (although Hermione kept stressing that it was a mutual aid learning society) with a lantern on.

Draco Malfoy doesn't matter, what matters is his last name...

"This is necessary, Malcolm, if the wizarding world falls, next step, do you think Voldemort, who believes in bloodism, will let the Muggles go?" Cyrus said sincerely, "Think about the people who have helped you. ..”

"But...Draco is not his father...he hasn't done those things"

"Wrong, what he wears, uses, and the thoughts in his head are all pure-blooded. When he enjoys the benefits of sucking other people's blood, he should bear this obligation," Cyrus added, "and the British Royal..."

But there are some things that are a bit obscure to Malcolm. He just dislikes Malfoy because of their pure blood's rejection of Muggles.

Gold, diamonds... These are hard currencies, not to mention the human trafficking behind the British royal family. Otherwise, how could the royal family continuously provide funds to the family headed by Malfoy?

Without producing any value, absorbing funds from the Muggle world, and then monopolizing the wizarding world in turn, this is the reality.

The night before returning to the outside world, Cyrus sat in a chair, uncharacteristically, instead of sleeping on Hermione's lap, twirling a business card.

'Rainbow' above is his code name, Hermione's is 'Sunshine'.

"What's the name of the special forces that specialize in dealing with wizards?" Cyrus asked himself and answered, "Miracle? Perseus? It seems that what happened that night moved Mr. Prime Minister's mind."

In various religions, the rainbow means a road or a representative sign. According to the Irish legend, there is a treasure at the end of the rainbow. In Norse mythology, the rainbow is a communication fortress connecting people and gods.

"How about... just 'Rainbow'?" said Hermione. "After all, rainbows are more delightful than miracles, aren't they?"

"Since this is the case, I think 'Sunshine' is also good~" He was actually thinking about it, "Sunshine makes dark corners hopeful, Youmysunshine~"

"But the sun is not as beautiful as the rainbow~" Hermione pinched his face, deliberately forced Cyrus to cover her mouth, and suppressed the shouting in her throat, "Let's go, the banquet is about to begin."

This time at the school leaving banquet, the atmosphere was less cheerful, so that the most thoughtless Stitch didn't dare to cause trouble everywhere, but just hugged Cyrus' thigh like a sloth.

When the students walked into the Great Hall, they didn't see the red of the lion, the sloth of the eagle, the yellow of the badger and the green of the snake...it seemed that there wasn't any winning house this year, even though Harry and Cedric both won.

In the middle of the teacher's table, there were only the badges of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

Karkaroff's seat was vacant, and Mr. Crouch was no longer here. Only Mr. Bagman sat awkwardly next to Headmaster Dumbledore, and Mrs. Maxime became more serious.

Snape, as always, was on the far side, the most unobtrusive place, and after looking into Harry's eyes for a while, he lingered on Cyrus and Hermione for a longer time.

His face looked even more gloomy, while Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table sat silently, the seat closest to the dean, with his head down, staring blankly at the empty plate.

"Another year...it's over..." The headmaster knocked on the glass, the last bit of whispering disappeared, and everyone looked at the two headmasters above.

"First of all, I want to say that we've been through a lot, even Durmstrang lost a student forever, Hufflepuff was hurt...but, today we're here, and hereafter.. .”

Dumbledore's gaze stayed on the other two students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons for a while. He thought a lot, but it must be admitted that Cyrus was right:

There has to be a union...no one can stay out of it.

In the end, Madam Maxim also stood up. She was tall and well-mannered, and she felt a sense of security in this heavy atmosphere.

"From now on... the same will be true!" She took Principal Dumbledore's words and said solemnly, "Yes, in terms of the wizarding world, Beauxbaton will stand with Beauxbaton forever!!"

The boys and girls in France stood up scatteredly from their seats, and they slightly bent their proud waists during the competition to express their determination with Principal Maxim.

However, Durmstrang's students put their heads down...

Their headmaster is Karkaroff... a part of this triwizard conspiracy, and now he's dusted the entire academy, and Krum is clutching his robes, shaking with rage .

"Cyrus!!" Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and sat down.

"headmaster..."

"The students in Durmstrang seem to feel that they are ashamed..." the principal smiled slightly, "but what should they do? Their principal is still locked up."

"I think, the question of 'whether to unite' should be handed over to each of them." Cyrus said with a friendly smile, "Personal stains cannot replace the collective...Durmstrang has the approval of the students, so It's called a school"

Cyrus' short, straight-to-the-essential words condensed the Durmstrang students who had been atomized because of the loss of the headmaster.

The students turned their heads slightly and chatted one after another. This kind of matter that almost required the intervention of the Wizarding Union was now handed over by Dumbledore and Cyrus to their own hands.

Draco Malfoy was taken aback by Krum who suddenly got up beside him, he still liked Krum's...

"That's You-Know-Who...isn't it?" He looked at Dumbledore and Cedric at the opposite table, "Although Durmstrang is famous for black magic, that...doesn't mean...it will You like that kind of dark wizard, don't you?"

Wilkdo Krum's back was still aching. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been blown to death by Barty Jr.

It's a shame for this new Quidditch star, he wasn't knocked down by the enemy, he didn't lose because of his skills, but... was hurt by the back, the trust!

"Why should we pay for Karkaroff's actions! The wounds on my body...are left by Death Eaters!" Krum growled, "No matter what...I will not be with Death Eaters!"

Just as Cyrus planned in the principal's office after the game, they don't need to be bound by interests, they are the victims themselves...just awaken the consciousness called 'free will'.

That's all....

Durmstrang's students stood up one after another, although they kept their heads down.

"What do you think, they will definitely join..." Hermione pulled his arm and asked softly, biting her ear.

"Dear empress~ It's not 'joining', but 'union'...we are equal to them, not superior or inferior." Cyrus looked over the head and looked at the silent Malfoy, "help them, just Help yourself"

Can the Ministry hold on?

If you can cover up the bloody truth under this false peace, those wizards who have been in St. Mungo's Hospital since the beginning of the wizarding war, then... how long can you cover it up?

This time, Dumbledore, the chief magician, personally admitted on the Quidditch pitch: Voldemort is back~