The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the early morning of the next day, Cyrus came downstairs from the attic and greeted Smaug in the backyard. She was bewitched by Cyrus so that she would not be noticed.

Although the backyard was a bit cramped for a Norwegian Ridgeback about [-] meters long, Smaug seemed satisfied, after all...she escaped from school with Cyrus!

This is something Hermione has never experienced! !

The statues have been restored to their original positions, but for Sunday, when visitors are not allowed to visit, the museum is too deserted today, and even Sirius' excited stroll for a while is exhausted.

He sat in the hall with Cyrus, drinking coffee comfortably, eating the fresh cookies that Cyrus got from Mrs. Hadley through the portal, and watching TV.

The days of Azkaban were finally far away from him, and as he cultivated here, Sirius was no longer startled, and became a little more stable.

"So Malfoy got all his wealth from Muggles?" He was a little shocked when he saw the news of the quarrel between the royal family and the prime minister.

"Otherwise?" Cyrus was writing the plan while pondering over the feasibility of 'attacking the Ministry of Magic', "You said... what would happen if you stored the blasting spell in the launcher and projected it from above the Ministry of Magic? Sample?"

"Although Malfoy secretly controls the Ministry of Magic, there are still innocent people inside!"

Even Sirius, who was famous for "pranking" and "teasing others" when he was young, couldn't help being shocked when he heard his thoughts. He carefully looked at this Cyrus who was one year younger than Hermione...

It's not like this with Dumbledore... Could it be that he was expelled from the Ministry of Magic and liberated a certain part of his nature?

"I'm just thinking about it." Cyrus shrugged. "You know, ordinary people have many weapons that can be combined with spells...such as...the sledgehammer for directional blasting and the armored cursed tank"

He doesn't seem to know how dangerous his thoughts are.

"Tank? Are you referring to a thing that can't be pierced by a blasting spell?" He stared, only his mouth was chewing mechanically, "That thing can only be a wizard if it adds the Iron Armor Curse disaster!"

"No no no, it's a Death Eater disaster"

But as if that wasn't enough... what if the wizard used Apparation to go inside?

Cyrus added the 'Anti-Apparition Spell' and 'Anti-Transfiguration Spell' after the column 'Matchable', ignoring Sirius' silence at all.

Since Cyrus came back, the level of surprise he experienced every day was higher than the level of surprise when he saw the portrait of Merlin talking for the first time and the statue began to scold him.

While they were chatting, a flame lit up in the center of the deserted hall, and then Dumbledore appeared with his right hand raised.

"You look much better than before..." Dumbledore said, looking at Sirius, who was sitting casually, with his legs crossed, warming himself by the fire, and then he looked around again, "And... it seems that there has been a big change here?"

Dumbledore, who was once the chief wizard of the Wizengamot and one of the representatives of the 'United Project', seemed to be getting more and more tired.

"Professor, Bob is dead..." Sirius looked at Cyrus, waited until Dumbledore nodded, hesitated before continuing, "...within a week after him, Arthur said Morfin of Azkaban dies too"

Dumbledore suddenly became a little trembling, he twisted his neck, and became extremely sad and sad at this moment.

"Professor, who are they?" Cyrus didn't know the names of these people, because Dumbledore never mentioned them.

"It's like this... I'm trying my best to search for the memory of Voldemort." Dumbledore said in a low voice, "I've been trying to find a way to visit them, but Voldemort's movements are faster than I imagined..."

He stretched out his arm and continued: "Voldemort has been splitting Horcruxes, we must find all the buried Horcruxes before him..."

Horcruxes, Cyrus once heard Dumbledore say that Tom Riddle's diary, which was stripped of all soul and vitality by Hermione's extreme dark force, is one of them.

Eternal life...another evil thing created because of this illusory thing.

"So we're going to find Horcruxes now?" Cyrus put his strong arm on him. Under the gray wizard robe, the muscles didn't seem to have atrophied due to Dumbledore's old age.

"No, I have to meet a friend first... During this time, you have to find a way to stabilize the situation in Germany." He then said to Sirius, "I will give the coordinates to others and let them meet here"

Fox chirped and held out his tail feathers, but Cyrus hesitated.

"Wait...wait a minute, is that Nurmengard Prison?" He nervously put a hand in his pocket and took hold of one of the wands, "You should have said that sooner! I don't have any preparations yet! !"

That was the prison where Grindelwald was held, the most famous dark wizard, and he was more like a moustache in the wizarding world than Voldemort.

Who knows how powerful he is?A wizard's mana will increase with age and experience, not to mention that the opponent is Grindelwald who fought against Dumbledore when he was young!

"I'm going to get some luggage... how about that?" Cyrus wanted to go upstairs and get some of the equipment that 'Rainbow' kept here.

"No! With me here...nothing!"

Dumbledore grabbed his arm with his backhand, no matter how the opponent ran, he couldn't make Dumbledore's body shake, and then grabbed the phoenix tail feathers directly.

Cyrus was instantly engulfed by the warm flames, and when the redness and the sense of suspension in front of his eyes disappeared, when he reappeared, he had already arrived at a deserted seaside, and they were standing on a stone at this time.

Seen from below, there is only icy cold, dark water... It is speculated that this is probably a bay in Austria.

Dumbledore let go of his hand and said, "There is anti-Apparition magic here, even the Phoenix Fawkes can't get close to it"

Looking in the direction he pointed, there was a dark, daunting towering building a short distance from the coast, and the windows of the castle were completely dark.

Those floating seagulls seem to be telling Cyrus about the reign of terror experienced in Europe.

"How do we get there?" Cyrus searched for traces of human habitation, but let alone guards guarding the prison, there were not even boats, and the sea water was beating against the reef where he was standing.

"You... come down quickly!"

Dumbledore didn't say much, and with the agility of a young man, he slowly bent down from the reef, slid into the water, and with his wand in his mouth, he swam towards the building with a perfect breaststroke.

The sea water was icy cold, but luckily Fox didn't leave, it hovered above the two of them, Cyrus was uncomfortable with soaking wet with his clothes on, a little bit like Dumbledore.

What made him unbelievable was that Dumbledore was even faster than him? !

Apart from the falling sparks from Fox, the only thing that could keep Cyrus warm was the necklace on his chest. He swam a certain distance and had to put the floating necklace back into his clothes.

Cyrus finally ran out of strength, and was the first to step on the collapsed steps and pull him up.

There is nothing, this is a bare fortress built of stones, Cyrus dried his body, looked at the end of this half-collapsed road, there was a line of words carved above the entrance.

With the polishing of the years, it has almost disappeared.

Cyrus took out two wands vigilantly, and followed behind the principal. The lines on the latter's face showed deep remorse and hesitation. Dumbledore stared at it for a while before murmuring:

"For the...benefit of the...greater..."