The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

First, there was a silver explosion. The floor of the entire office seemed to be collapsing, shaking with the sound of a firecracker.

Professor McGonagall held up the Iron Armor Curse and protected the trembling Astoria under her body. The lion protected a little snake that had just hatched, and a cloud of dust and blue light flashed in front of their eyes. .

In the dust, one can only vaguely see a figure reflected by the blue light, constantly running and turning.

"No!" was Umbridge's sharp voice, followed by a plop and a shattering of glass, and then nothing, followed by the hum of lightsabers swung, and the sound of heavy objects smashing.

There was another silver flash, and Astoria wanted to get out her wand, but suddenly found that her wand was still in Fudge's hand.

In order to avoid death, Cyrus deliberately used the force to protect the wand. He raised his knee against a person's stomach, and while the person was bending over, he rolled over from his back, and then picked up, and a scorched mark was split on the Auror. .

In the cramped room, too large a spell could not be used, so Cyrus gripped his wand tightly, slammed Fudge to the ceiling with the Force, and knocked Kingsley unconscious with the Levitation Charm.

"Hit him! Beat up such a disrespectful Ministry of Magic!" Headmaster Phineas and Ambros Swart raised a 'friendly' gesture.

After the dust cleared, Astoria shook her head which had just been stunned. She raised her head, and a figure walked towards her, and she was pulled up.

"I think... this is probably your wand?" Cyrus put away the aspen wand in his left hand and reached out, a wand flew into the girl's hand from Fudge's pocket on the ceiling.

He's seen Astoria use the Patronus Charm...

"Well... they'll wake up soon, if Cyrus doesn't play too hard," whispered Dumbledore, "Cyrus~ are you still going to say goodbye? left"

"Where are you going?" Mag looked at the two eagerly.

"Take a trip..." Dumbledore said to Cyrus again, "I'll go to London to find you, it won't be long..."

Astoria held her wand in a daze, standing there, what should she say: did she say that she was injected with veritaserum because of her sister; or did she cause the headmaster and Cyrus What about being fired?

It was as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping her heart, loosening her grip. She gasped for breath, but because of the dust in the air, she coughed again.

"Cyrus...yes...sorry..."

"this is not your fault"

"I don't...don't know..."

She didn't know that Daphne's sister would acquiesce to Pansy's behavior. She had just entered the training for a short time, and even if she could barely equalize with the two of them, it would be useless against a mature wizard like Umbridge.

Astoria just lowered her head and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry because of extreme sadness and guilt.

Suddenly she felt someone rubbing the top of her head, it was Professor McGonagall and Cyrus, they looked at her, Cyrus smiled and said: "And Hermione...follow your friends, don't get separated anymore "

Fawkes hovered in the air for a while, and finally hovered over Dumbledore. He raised one hand and grabbed the phoenix's tail feathers. With a burst of flames, they disappeared.

"I'll go find you!" Dumbledore reminded Cyrus again before leaving.

He motioned to Smaug outside the window to wait for him, and then walked out of the office. Everyone noticed that something was wrong with the fire dragon, and when Cyrus came out, they all surrounded him.

Before he left, Cyrus went to the lounge to change into a new set of clothes. The scarf was given to him by Hermione. He was holding a folded thin blanket in his hand. The black was reddish, with some blue and gold hooks.

"What happened?!" "As soon as we came out, we saw Malfoy lying there!"

But he didn't speak, he just shook his head silently, until Hermione rushed over, her eyes were full of worry...

"I might have to leave for a while." He handed over the cloak he had made, and smiled nonchalantly, "This is none of your business. The Ministry of Magic has long disliked Principal Dumbledore and me... "

leave?Get fired? !It was as if their minds had been struck by lightning.

"Damn the Ministry of Magic! Why is our gathering a violation of the law...Protest!" Justin raised his wand angrily, as if he wanted to fight the Ministry of Magic to the end.

"It won't be long, and I will leave Dumbledore for a while." Cyrus stretched out his hands and raised his head.

After being stunned for a while, Hermione took the cloak stiffly. She swallowed her throat and said hoarsely, "You were fired? How... how... I will stand in front of you ..."

She suddenly regretted, if she had reacted faster than Cyrus, could she have replaced him?

"They need you, and now it's you standing in front..."

Surrounded by the crowd again, Cyrus took a deep breath, hugged the girl he loved, forehead to forehead, but this time without the usual cheers and whistles.

"In that case, I'll be with you!" Hermione's stubborn temper came up again.

"If you leave too, what will they do? George? Fred? Harry? Mandy..." Cyrus comforted her, "This is a good opportunity, and I will prepare everything with the Prime Minister."

He hugged Hermione, moved towards Smaug little by little, and looked at the tower of the principal's office...

Hermione pursed her lips tightly. At this moment, she was so strong that she suddenly looked like Professor McGonagall. She was just holding Cyrus' early Christmas present, feeling the warmth that might be the last of this semester.

Next time it won't be too short, but how long? ?

"How did we expose it?" Mandy asked in a cold voice.

"It was Umbridge who caught Daphne's sister and forcibly used Veritaserum..." Cyrus' dry lips, covered with snowflakes, covered Hermione's lips, and he kissed goodbye.

He rode along the rope, on Smaug's jet spine, and looked at their raised heads, and cried:

"Let's fight! You must regain your power!!"

"Damn... how long will it take you to come back!"

Harry squinted his eyes and shouted dully, it's like this again, the people he knows seem to be far away from him again, it used to be every summer vacation, last time it was almost Cedric, this time it was Cyrus.

"Who knows? Maybe it's next year? Or maybe it's the day Voldemort shows up?" Smaug stood upright, and Cyrus grasped her corners with force absorption, "My dear...you will definitely like my gift of!"

He'll be back...and that day isn't too far away....

In mid-December, before Christmas, Hermione saw a vast ghost leave the sky above Hogwarts in a trance, and they could only stand in the snow and watch it go, but they were not sad.

Like Cyrus said.....

"One day, I will come back to you~"

When Fudge's force disappeared, he fell heavily to the ground and woke up with a cry of alarm. He got up in a panic, smoothing his torn sleeves and dusting them off.

Several old principals gestured at them, cursing non-stop.

When he walked out of the principal's office dismissively, before the door automatically closed and locked, Fudge seemed to have heard Phineas Snigelus Black's eccentricity.

"What you can't deny is that...that little bastard and Dumbledore really have personalities?"