The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The winter wind in December, mixed with cold frost, was blowing at Hogwarts, and Cyrus was gone, and Dumbledore was gone.

By the wall of the hall, Filch stood tremblingly on the wooden ladder, knocking out new laws and regulations one after another, and the students passing by stopped looking up curiously...

He took off his hat, held it in the palm of his hand, looked at the name of the prescribed person, and sighed.

Fireworks are not allowed to be set off on campus; random gatherings are not allowed; all games (especially war chess) are canceled except Quidditch... Although Filch is a little more relaxed, even he is a little unhappy.

Without the laughter, which is the most important thing, he can't seem to see George and Fred messing up.

"Isn't this a good thing... What do you think?" Filch held Mrs. Norris in his arms, and said to himself, "I don't have to wipe the walls anymore... and I don't have to sweep the floor everywhere. ..”

Hermione stood on the steps of the central garden, shaking the cloak that Cyrus had given her, but now he was gone, leaving behind only the early gift, another night to taste between his words.

Dark red Sith, blue and gold Ravenclaw...

As if it was tailor-made, it was very close-fitting, and Hermione could cover half of her body by holding one side. Perhaps it was too hasty, so that Cyrus still had some steps to complete.

With her feet slightly off the ground, Hermione panickedly supported the pillar beside her, eyes full of surprise.

"Cyrus! I'm very..." She shouted habitually, but she was stunned in the middle of her voice, and the corners of her slightly raised mouth calmed down again. Hermione landed slowly, letting the snowflakes hit her body.

The wand tapped on the body, and the dark red cloak became a school robe due to the transformation spell, but the material was still so close to the body to keep warm.

She squeezed her hands, and only hoped that Cyrus would come back safely.

On her last visit to Hogsmeade before Christmas, Hermione reunited with Rita Skeeter at the Pig's Head pub, where she placed the purse she had prepared earlier on the dusty wooden table.

"People in the wizarding world are skeptical about the news of the mysterious man..." Rita accepted the money with peace of mind, and sat down after putting a piece of cloth on the chair, "You can't choose a...better one. place?"

She seemed to dislike the environment here very much.

Hermione cast a Silencer Curse, and after confirming that no one else was watching, she turned her gaze on the 'Liar Lady'.

"That's because we didn't have hard evidence...but now I have"

"Oh? What's the big news?" Rita pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, and wrote down the conversation in her heart, "I heard that 'Mr. Perfect' and Principal Dumbledore were expelled from the Ministry of Magic... Now still wanted"

Now it seems that the public opinion of the Ministry of Magic has the upper hand.

"Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked in the Ministry of Magic, I need you to find out the news" Hermione bit the ice cube, not caring what she thought.

"Why... I mean - why should I do these things?!" Rita said. In that mess"

Harry dreamed one night that Weasley's father, Arthur, was attacked at the Ministry of Magic, but now the headmaster of Hogwarts is temporarily appointed by the Ministry of Magic, that is, Umbridge.

The owl and the stove were all under surveillance, so the anxious Weasley twins asked Hermione.

But it is undeniable that this is a good opportunity...

"One official of the Ministry of Magic was killed and one injured, apparently attacked by Death Eaters." Hermione knocked on the table. "This incident will help destroy the prestige of the Ministry of Magic among wizards!"

"I refuse..." Rita dared not continue to accept the commission based on the principle of accepting it as soon as it was offered.

During her time as a writer on The Quibbler, she seemed to figure out what Cyrus and Hermione were trying to do, and it was far more than just 'disgruntled with the Ministry', maybe worse than she thought.

"It's normal to have desire, but remember --- don't let greed strangle you"

Hermione's fingertips stroked the smooth and cold wall of the cup. At this second, Rita felt as if she was choking on her neck.

"That's too dangerous!" Rita pulled the necklace around her neck, showing embarrassment, "That's deep in the Ministry of Magic...I can't..."

"One hundred Galleons alone, the reward alone," she said suddenly, "Also...do you think you can run away at any time now? As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is very interested in the authors of these issues of "The Quibbler""

"If Dumbledore hadn't forced me..." Rita's eyes rolled around, and she reached out to fiddle with the money bag in her pocket. The sound of gold coins colliding made her a little dazed, "Saint Mungo? I'll take a look." "

She silently remembered Arthur Weasley's name in her heart.

This is why Rita seldom confronts the Ministry of Magic. Look at Dumbledore and Cyrus. The Ministry of Magic has power over everyone. If she is not forced to board a ship, she will not offend at all.. .

However, what Rita didn't want to admit was that this time she was a little excited.

This is related to the Mysterious Man and the Death Eaters!Could it be that the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic have really been completely infiltrated? !

"So what about him? Where is he going now?" Rita relaxed her mood as much as possible, and then shifted the topic to Cyrus.

"I don't know...probably with Professor Dumbledore." Hermione was not used to her empty side, and usually there would always be a big blond cat lying on her lap.

"I don't get it... If the Ministry of Magic is really--really controlled by a mysterious person, then what if ordinary wizards know about it?"

"Resistance, of course we are the ones to take the lead." Her golden eyes, in Rita's eyes, had a sense of indeterminate fatality, which made her a little timid, "New shoots always grow on dead wood of"

"Well, good luck to you"

Rita didn't want to get involved too much, so she collected the manuscript fee and deposit and left directly.

The Weasley twins have not been in the mood to study recently. They were stuck in school all day long and couldn't go home. Hearing Harry's complaints made them even more troubled, and Hermione found a helper that they had never thought of ...

They don't seem to be interested in anything.

"How about...how about we drop out of school?!" George leaned on the table, looking at Hermione who was sitting quietly by the next window.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hermione frowned, she finally knew how tired Cyrus was from dealing with people, "Don't worry... Mr. Weasley will be fine, he was just bitten by a snake That's all"

Now that the designated foreign secretary is gone, it's time for Hermione to have a headache.

If it was Cyrus, what would he say now?To comfort them, or reprimand?

"That's because it's not that your father's life or death is unknown!" Fred realized that he was impulsive, and then quickly apologized, "I'm sorry...I've been too annoying recently..."

Hermione said calmly: "My parents are always in danger of being attacked by Death Eaters, not just you...but everyone, no matter what you choose, as long as you don't regret it"

"How much have we saved?" George asked the brother suddenly.

"About 2000..."

"Then we won't be graduating." George slammed the table heavily. "It's decided... Anyway, it's enough for us to open a store. Before I go back, I want to show Umbridge some color!"

The Weasley twins have had enough of that pink toad and can't do anything...

"So, your job is to open a store?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and said seductively, "According to the current wealth of wizards, you don't know how long it will take you to get back your money~"

"What are you afraid of, isn't there Cyrus here!"

They didn't forget what Cyrus said about customizing magic equipment before.

(Cyrus: I said it all, you can fish with a straight hook!)