The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The character Rita Skeeter, strictly speaking, can be regarded as replacing the masses with 'ridiculous' and 'joke' to structure every power, from the Ministry of Magic to Dumbledore, and then Harry Potter.

The reason why Rita reported Harry and the mysterious man in the original book was not only because the little secret was discovered by Hermione, the original text:

Rita was silent for a while, she tilted her head slightly, staring at Hermione shrewdly.

... (not counted in word count)

Rita agreed to that one thing: to write about Voldemort.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic, she finally reached a brief agreement with Mr. Lovegood, and of course, the royalties were paid by Cyrus and Hermione.

Mr. Lovegood doesn't have that many Galleons...

The first wizarding war made the wizards at the bottom very dissatisfied. They accumulated a lot of complaints against the Ministry of Magic, and the successive changes made them finally explode.

The system, culture, and politics of the magic world lag behind the civilization process of the entire world. The feudal serfdom system in the Middle Ages was partially preserved by Pure Blood...

"Since you can get the manuscript fee, leave it to me," Rita said confidently before leaving.

Cyrus and Hermione wouldn't wonder how she did it, and it was enough for Rita to be able to sneak into the Ministry of Magic and know the hidden secrets all by herself.

Cyrus doesn't care about the little secret of the 'Liar Lady', all he cares about is...whether the other party can take advantage of it perfectly and do the right thing.

"Harry...Harry Potter! Yes, that's right, the Dursleys from Privet Drive..." Cyrus sat in the living room of Granger's house at noon, talking to Che on the phone. Ster King said repeatedly.

Hermione was lying across the sofa, leaning against the pillows, her legs crossed in Cyrus' lap, a book covering her face to keep out the summer sun from the yard.

According to news, the dementors in Azkaban were in turmoil, and the Ministry of Magic panicked for a while.

"By the way, please tell Mr. and Mrs. Granger that if they find someone paying attention to them next to the community, tell them not to panic," Detective Jin relayed on the phone, "We will protect them well..."

"Thank you...By the way, when is the time to attend the royal banquet?"

"Five o'clock tomorrow night... have you figured out the code name for that plan?" Kim was referring to 'Special Forces against wizards'.

Maybe his voice was too loud, the clear voice opened Hermione's eyes, the girl lazily folded her legs, and crawled over on the sofa, Agent Jin only heard a rustling rubbing on the phone Voice.

When the voice sounded again, Cyrus' voice became a female voice.

"Let's call it 'Rainbow'. I've read the details... But in the future, it may not only be the UK, but also France and Germany"

Hermione hooked Cyrus' neck from the side, sat on him, and held Cyrus' wrist holding the microphone with her other hand, and pulled it brutally to her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Hermione, who heard her mother's footsteps, quickly flashed back to her original position like a cat before hugging Cyrus warmly.

It was Professor Dumbledore, who nodded politely to Hermione's mother, Monica, and walked behind the sofa, watching Hermione's fight, and the stiff Cyrus who dared not move...

And Cyrus was still curled up, holding Hermione's calf in a daze.

"I hope I didn't disturb the two of you... don't worry, I'm just here to convey a message." He saw Hermione's resentful eyes, and added, "Don't worry, I'll leave later"

"Huh? Don't you want to stay for dinner?" Mrs. Granger poked her head from the corner of the wall.

"Cough...forget it, I think I'd better hurry up..." Dumbledore also hoped to stay for dinner, but it would probably make the little witch Hermione Granger angrier, "Sirius might To stay in the Muggle world"

Sirius hated Black's ancestral house very much, so he chose to go to the Muggle world to protect Harry without hesitation.

But the problem is, Sirius Black doesn't have a house in Muggles, and as for the Dursleys... Mr. Vernon wouldn't point a double-barreled shotgun at him, let alone live in Vernon's house.

"It's okay, professor, I can use the Animagus to hide near Privet Drive..." The big black dog that was following Dumbledore changed back to him after Mrs. Granger left. The original look.

Sirius looked much more energetic, the melancholy and shadows in his eyes were replaced by hope, he could see light in his eyes, and his thin cheeks gradually plumped up.

He lazily fell on the chair on the window sill, kicking his legs forward. When he heard Dumbledore mentioning the Dursleys, his face was bored, so he began to look curiously at the living room of Granger's house .

There are so many things here that he has never seen before: a TV that plays the news in a low voice, a radio, a desk lamp that glows without magic...

"And then? Like hiding in the past, digging things out of the trash can... No way!" Dumbledore's attitude was very decisive, and his tone could not be questioned by the other party.

"Uh...if he can keep his head down, maybe the museum can do it." Cyrus and Hermione discussed softly, biting each other's ears, "Of course, you might be a little surprised, but it's really suitable for you. ..”

"Me? Surprised? How is it possible!" Black said proudly, "It's just a small room."

"Keep a low profile, Blake, Voldemort is not the only one...I can't guarantee whether the prophecy is correct." Dumbledore turned his head worriedly, and said to the two little ones, "Be careful."

So, at night, that wonderful history museum welcomed a new guest.

Although Black didn't show hostility towards Muggles, he still had the instinctive arrogance of wizards towards Muggles, which seemed to be influenced by the environment.

Until he pushed open the gate of the museum, his jaw seemed to be dislocated, and it hadn't closed for a long time...

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man sitting at the door dozing. It was Roberts. The serenity on his face was in sharp contrast to the fearful look on his face. Perhaps he had a good rest here.

"Who! Who are you!" Roberts was awakened by the sound of the door opening. He quickly pulled out the flashlight and pointed at them, "Get out of here...or I will call someone"

"It's me! Take a serious look..." Hermione pointed to her face.

He looked at the faces of Cyrus and Hermione for a while, and then Roberts slowly remembered who saved him that night. Perhaps it was a memory, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Ah...thank you, sorry...I...my nerves are too sensitive recently" Roberts sat on the chair, panting slightly, he turned his attention to the dinosaur playing with his own bones, "heh... .magic~"

He said as if venting himself: "At the beginning, a group of people in black robes came to me... They said they wanted to delete my memory... holding that kind of stick...."

"and then?"

Roberts' words attracted Black, and he took some interest in this Muggle whose memory had not been altered by the Ministry of Magic, which was rare.

"Then a group of people from the government came...they saved me." Roberts shook his dizzy head and turned to look at the running statues, "Magic... so far, it looks pretty good ..."

Yes, Mr. Roberts is very clear that the ordinary life he used to have is far away from him, but fortunately, he can live in fear without having memories that no one will believe.

He hated magic because he was hurt by Death Eaters... When he came to a new job arranged by the government, after a year's break, the museum changed his attitude towards magic again:

Look~ magic is not all bad, it is people who are bad!

Here, Roberts can even see Prime Minister John...

"This doesn't look like the attitude of the Ministry of Magic." Blake, the Gryffindor, looked at Arthur Pendragon passing by with longing eyes, "They can't let go of a Muggle who knows the existence of wizards." "

"Then wait until they have the guts to face Mr. Prime Minister... You will sleep here during the summer vacation"

Blake's excitement never faded throughout the night. He was like a child seeing the world for the first time, watching in front of a portrait of a certain figure, and entering every landscape painting.

He takes back what he said... It's really surprising here!