The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

What are wizards' stereotypes about Muggles?It's savage, ignorant, something you can play around with a few spells, and inferior to wizards.

Is that true... I hope the werewolves under the tires don't continue to think so when police armored vehicles ruthlessly run over each other.

"Remember...don't let the werewolf scratch you! Captain Hammers Corden!" Half of Cyrus' body protruded from the roof of the car, and his alder wand still had a powerful light on it curse.

"Don't worry—I still want to catch one alive." A man jumped out from the rear of the car, wearing a black gas mask on his face, and took a heavy breaking hammer from his back.

"I haven't interrogated the legendary werewolf yet..."

captured alive?Looking at the sledgehammer made of alloy, Harry couldn't help thinking...whether a werewolf had enough brains to interrogate this gentleman.

"Call God to protect you!!"

Cyrus raised his wand, so that the Patronus appeared beside him, Sans appeared on both sides of the car, and the dementors did not fade away, they hovered high in the sky.

Hermione is still unable to use her own wand due to legal restrictions.

"Come in first...Harry" He used the Force to lift the unconscious Dudley into the carriage, and Hermione pulled Harry in.

In the car, apart from Cyrus and Hermione, there was also a three-person team headed by Haymes. Because it was a residential area for citizens, they did not bring support weapons, but Muggles still underestimated werewolves.

The strength of werewolves is much stronger than that of normal people. They should be careful of the sharp claws and sharp teeth of werewolves. If they are accidentally scratched, there will be a risk of infection.

Two bullets passed through the werewolf's right leg joint, and it howled miserably. When it bent down, its back was already bloody and full of bullet holes.

"Who is your leader?" Hermione pinched the third werewolf hiding in the grass in the corner with the Force. When the other party rushed towards him, he was stopped in mid-air.

"Until death allegiance to the Dark Lord..." Its larynx made a fragile voice, and its fanatical eyes looked at Harry at the door of the carriage, making him feel terrified and flustered, "... Desi ...present"

There was another crisp clicking sound, the head tilted, and the feet kicked to meet Voldemort.

On the other side, Hammers Corden bent down to avoid the sweep of his claws, held the sledgehammer horizontally with both hands, and when he straightened up, he used inertia to hammer down on the werewolf's waist. The other two heard the scream of the ribs.

The 9mm bullets were stuck in the opponent's tense muscles, but the broken ribs still made the werewolf out of breath, and it fell to the side and twitched.

"Hu~~"

Hammers found that the clothes on his chest had been slipped and torn, exposing the inner panel. He tilted his head and looked down at the werewolf lying on his side, carefully observing the species that only existed in novels back then.

"It's just an upright wolf..." he finished, raised the battering hammer, and smashed it down on the head.

Harry ate the chocolate frog that Cyrus handed him, warming his body, the sound of bones cracking behind him, and the sound like a hammer smashing a wooden board made him dare not turn his head, and subconsciously felt nauseated.

Sirius came over, and he spat in disgust.

"Don't put away the wand!" Blake put his hands on the door frame, watching the Muggle neatly deal with the werewolf bitten by him, "Fortunately, Mrs. Figg and the Masons called me today..."

"What?" Harry asked blankly.

The "Reasonable Restrictions on Juvenile Spells" is an item of the "Secrecy Law". Obviously, this is exactly what Sirius and the others are worried about.

"Get ready to be notified by the Ministry of Magic... Captain Hammers! Please bring all the werewolves with you!" Cyrus lay on the roof of the car, letting the lazy Sans drive away the dementors above his head.

Sirius watched Haymes weighing the sledgehammer in his hand, and swallowed involuntarily. He looked at the werewolves on the ground, all twisted into weird postures due to misalignment.

One of them had his head crushed flat.

"If it wasn't because this is a residential area, maybe it wouldn't be such a trouble." Haymes cleaned up the place, and then jumped into the car, "I will take you back to Privet Drive first... I hope they are still alive..."

"Isn't it coming for me?"

"On the contrary, Harry...they came to the Dursleys on purpose," Hermione said, "Although you hate them, but...as long as the blood is still there, and you still recognize the concept of 'relatives', you Just safe”

Fortunately, the Dursleys were safe. Vernon was sitting in the dining room quietly listening to the news in the living room. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Just as he was about to get angry, his voice stopped abruptly.

The sound in the throat was like the 'whining' sound of a kettle boiling.

"Who are you... Dudley! My son!" He saw Dudley being carried in by a strong, heavily armed man. "My God... what happened to him, don't hurt him..."

Haymes ignored him, and silently led another operator with a pistol to search every corner of the house without permission. Vernon looked at Harry at the door and suppressed his anger.

It wasn't until he heard those people say 'safe' that he came over and said that all damaged things would be compensated.

Vernon didn't dare to speak, because he clearly saw the blood spattered by the werewolves on the bodies of the three operators, his nose moved, and a fishy smell only came from his nose into his brain.

"You... come here..." For the sake of these people, Vernon was not too rough, "What did you do to my son!"

"No," Harry said nonchalantly, knowing Vernon wouldn't trust him, "I didn't do anything"

"He really didn't do anything!" Black squeezed in, stood behind Harry and stared back unwillingly, "Speaking of which, he even protected your... um... indeed son"

Sirius looked at the size of Vernon and Dudley.

"Protection? This is called protection?!" Petunia cried while hugging her son who was somewhat awake. She covered Dudley's plump cheeks with her warm palms.

When Vernon shifted his gaze to the three operators, he realized that they had already stood neatly by the side, and when he thought about the weapons on his body and the orderly search of the house, he had some thoughts in his heart.

This isn't a wizard...they don't have those weird quirks and robes that drag on the floor.

A horned owl flew in and threw down an envelope. It ignored Vernon, who was suppressing his anger, and threw it straight at Harry. He tore it open quickly, and when he saw the contents inside, his heart was half cold.

'Your Excellency used magic in a Muggle-inhabited area at nine o'clock tonight...was expelled from school...Representatives of the Ministry of Magic will destroy the wand...Please rush to the Ministry of Magic to attend the hearing...'

"It's dementors and werewolves, it has nothing to do with Harry." Cyrus and Hermione rushed in in a hurry.

"That's because of him too! If it wasn't for him...the hell wouldn't have attacked us!" Vernon yelled.

"Calm down...they're coming for you." Cyrus put away his wand, indicating that he was not malicious, "If Harry wasn't around, Dudley would be dead, and Harry, who was angered, would naturally be chased away by you." go out"

"Impossible...they don't guard the wizard prison, Azkaban..." Petunia hugged her son blankly, almost without thinking, and subconsciously expressed her confusion.

As soon as this was said, the audience fell silent, even Harry and Dudley looked at her suspiciously, Aunt Petunia covered her mouth, as if she had revealed some big secret...

Especially Vernon, he was the most shocked.

"Honey, how do you know?" He saw Cyrus nod, obviously, his wife was not just talking nonsense.

"Cough...that bastard when I was a kid, he said..." She looked panicked and fell on the chair weakly, "Dementors...it happened a long time ago"

Harry crumpled up the Ministry of Magic letter paper, and he shouted: "My mother is a monster, my father is a bastard... I don't understand, can't you say names!!"

His mind was in a mess, and Harry was a little terrified and angry at the thought that the Ministry of Magic would come over and destroy his wand later, so he could only look at the half-conscious Dudley.

"Don't worry, there will be a special person accompanying you for the hearing." Haymes stood up and folded his hands on his chest, "Vernon... right? This matter is not as simple as you think. ..”

"Isn't it? It's because of the wizard...because of him...we don't want to get involved in these things!" Vernon waved his hand, "Take him away and let him live in... a madhouse like Hogg or something... "

Petunia didn't speak, just sat there quietly, until there was a letter that belonged to her, it was a red letter, and when she took it from Hermione, the envelope burst into flames.

Professor Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

"Petunia... Voldemort is back! Remember! This is my last request!"

"...Let him...stay..." Aunt Petunia paled, she turned her back on Hermione, and said tremblingly, "This child - can't leave - --"

Darkness is coming.

Tonight, Vernon seemed to get to know his wife more comprehensively for the first time as he did when he was young.