The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Filch was there checking everyone's signatures, while Cyrus leaned on the dwarf statue, silently watching the clouds in the sky, and Hermione stood under the shade of a tree, watching him from afar.

Yesterday was Saturday, and he and Hermione spent the night discussing things in the Room of Requirement... (it was business!)

"Have you figured it out yet?" Hermione took out her lipstick and re-moisturized her lips that had been dried by the cold wind.

"Let Rita be careful during this time... The Ministry of Magic must be watching her." Cyrus didn't answer her directly, but just looked at the friends leaving one after another, "Dumbledore is not here, Hogwarts cannot be violated”

"Let's go then~"

They passed between the stone pillars with the winged boar at the top, and entered the village of Hogsmeade. The snow on the stone road was leveled by pedestrians. .

George and Fred were indeed at Zuko's joke shop. They shook their hands excitedly at the two of them. The grinning Stitch was holding a lot of prank props that he didn't know what they were.

'Keep it like this, and grow up...' Hermione looked at their smiles, feeling warm in her heart.

'Have I changed?Have they gotten better? ’ Cyrus asked himself, and could only hope that the trajectory of these people would diverge in a more desirable direction.

"I heard from Malcolm that Umbridge also made something like a 'prefect'." He shrugged and said, "I have a hunch that we will have a head-on confrontation sooner or later."

"It's nothing more than expulsion..." Hermione whispered, "Aside from these, what else can they do?"

There is a small alley next to the post office, which is the Pig's Head Bar. The signboard at the door looks like it will be blown down by the cold wind at any moment. Cyrus turned around at this time, a little serious.

"Seriously... it's time to send *our* parents out." Cyrus blinked, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to say, "Voldemort has almost infiltrated the Ministry of Magic..."

"Where can I go? 'If it really comes, no one can leave', this is what you said yourself." Hermione's pale finger pressed on his lips, "Besides, parents won't leave"

Hermione knew her parents too well. If danger really came, they would not leave their daughter and run away, even if it was Hermione's request.

"France? Germany? Asia?!"

"It's enough for you to think about *our* parents." Hermione laughed in the fluttering white snow, she blinked slyly, "Come on in...it's freezing outside"

She will stand in front, no matter how bad it is, Cyrus will be her last line of defense, and they will take good care of the Grangers and Anne Klein.

The war has come quietly, and Voldemort is also recharging his energy. Hannah is right, this matter is more important than OWLS, which is close at hand. It is impossible for Hogwarts to surrender to the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort.

This is the symbol of the British magic world, and it is the road connecting countless wizard manors. If it falls, the British magic world will be finished!

It's impossible. When facing Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires, the words Umbridge asked them to memorize come to mind, right?

"Would you like a glass of dragon whiskey?" Hermione saw the boss serving a smoking drink to a guest whose head was covered with bandages and swallowed a string of flames into the slit in his mouth.

"Two butterbeers...thanks~" Cyrus left four Sickles for the bearded boss, "You're a prefect!"

"Yes, I'm a prefect...you're not much better!" the girl stomped on him with her snow boots under the table and said with wide eyes, "Who doesn't sleep during the curfew and still shouts I go take a bath?"

"I just told you to take a shower!!"

"Yes, that's true, but I've said it a few times, have I taken a shower?" Hermione looked a little nasty, "You still dragged me and said, 'It's okay to wash it again...'"

Cyrus sat there, listening to Hermione's scolding honestly, looked at his watch, and anxiously waited for his friends to arrive.

Some words came out of his head, and now those words came out of Hermione's mouth, making him feel hot all over, and he couldn't refute, so he could only be dry, like a Stitch who ate a snack.

The door of the bar opened, and under the Tyndall effect, the light pierced into the dusty tavern like a sharp knife, and then divided the space in two.

The first to enter were Wayne and Fawcett; followed by the Weasley twins carrying things, with Stitch in the middle; and finally Cedric and Cho Chang, Harry, Ron, Neville, Hannah , Creevy Twins and others.

There were also quite a few members of the Quidditch team, and their arrival made the lifeless tavern more lively.

"Thank you...fifty cups first!" Cyrus finally breathed out from Hermione's 'recrimination', stood up with a flushed face and shouted, "We'll count the wine bill together later!"

Maybe this tavern is usually empty, but the sudden excitement this time made the girl in the portrait next to the bar a little happy.

The boss was also stunned. It seemed that he hadn't seen so many guests for a long time, and the sudden excitement made him a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the portrait girl who was smiling happily.

"Let's just say a few words~" Hermione switched to Cyrus' side and pushed him.

"I'm sure you already knew about it from Cedric last semester, right?" When Cyrus spoke, everyone stopped their activities, "Emphasis, don't listen to the Ministry of Magic"

Cedric nodded slightly towards them and said, "The Ministry of Magic is no longer trustworthy. My father said that people who have a good relationship with Dumbledore are either caught on trumped-up charges or dealt with coldly..."

"Fudge thought that the students at Hogwarts were all Headmaster Dumbledore's reserve army, and that Headmaster Dumbledore would use this secret army to take over the Ministry of Magic"

Seamus wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, his mother didn't work in the Ministry of Magic. Of course, Cedric said it more truthfully, but at the same time it was a little unbelievable.

This is a 'crisis of confidence' at the Ministry of Magic.

"So about this matter, Cyrus and I have already discussed it very clearly." Hermione patted the table and attracted her attention, "It's about time, place, and who will teach, etc."

"Anyway, just pick a place where the old toad can't find it," Zacharias said aggressively.

Ginny hid behind the crowd, and suddenly imitated Umbridge's voice perfectly and coughed a few times. Zacharias was so scared that he immediately turned his head and looked around, causing Harry and the others to laugh.

"Once a week?" Ginny recalled the schedule, "After all, you still have exams."

"The location is in the Forbidden Forest, and the time is every weekend." Hermione nodded.

"Forbidden Forest?! It's easy to get lost in such a big place!" Angelina said in a nervous tone, "Even if it's easy to find inside the castle, the Forbidden Forest is also very dangerous."

Harry calmed down, carefully thinking about those places in the Forbidden Forest, which were relatively familiar to him.

"Could it be the secret path of the Whooping Willow?" Harry recalled, and said softly, "I heard Professor Lupine and Sirius say that it can lead to a house that is not actually haunted"

But it was too far away, and he had to go to Hogsmeade village every weekend, and the school suddenly lost a large group of people on weekends, so it was easy to be found.

"It's the centaur tribe...I'll go and discuss it with them." Cyrus tapped the glass proudly.

The only difficulty is how to convince those stubborn guys.