The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Everything went very well, and even the first potions exam in the second week, Cyrus was not bothered by the potion problem... Thanks to Hermione for the potion notes.

And the herbal exam is too basic for Hufflepuff whose lounge is full of herbs.

In the last History of Magic exam, everyone was racking their brains and sitting in the seats in the auditorium, thinking about the answer.

'How was the Act of Secrecy violated in [-]? '

'Ah...it seems to be a matter of the Magical Congress of America? '

To be honest, because the Wizarding Examination Bureau of OWLS is a separate question, it has little to do with Professor Hogwarts. Therefore, Cyrus and Hermione can more or less understand why Professor Binns was boring before.

This is not his fault, it can only be said that it is because the education system of the entire wizarding world is very backward and old-fashioned, and it is not something that can be changed by 'reform'.

But fortunately, Professor Binns was just enriching the teaching, so after they finished writing the standard answers, they also subconsciously filled in the impact of '"Rappaport's Law"' on the wizarding society.

"The witch...Dorcas Twelve Trees...caused a serious isolation between wizards and Muggles...until the appearance of Grindelwald broke the rule..." Harry looked at the hair on the front table, in a trance Think back to the knowledge points carefully.

"Bang... bang!"

Parvati suddenly heard a sound behind him, and turned around to find that Harry had fallen to the ground, the overturned ink bottle soaked the floor, and he seemed to be enduring some kind of pain in a coma.

Professor Tofty stepped forward to help Harry, wanting to take him out for some air.

"I-I'm fine" Harry wiped the sweat off his face, "maybe I just fell asleep..."

"The pressure of the exam! I can understand..." Professor Tofudi patted his back sympathetically, and glanced at the test paper on the ground, "I think you should take a rest, but there is only one question left."

After the exam, Hermione grabbed Cyrus and ran outside the castle under the eyes of everyone who shrugged habitually. At this time, the weather was slowly getting warmer.

Smaug and Stitch loitered by the Black Lake like guards on patrol at Hogwarts.

"The connection between Harry and Voldemort is getting deeper and deeper, and when you left, he dreamed exactly about Mr. Weasley's injury at the Ministry of Magic"

Hermione washed her hands with a group of Beauxbatons girls at the small fountain in the central courtyard, and then mischievously splashed water on Cyrus' face, her smile became more brisk under the sunshine and green shade.

The girl told Cyrus everything about Harry and the Occlumency.

"So...he must have dreamed of Voldemort just now," Cyrus guessed, nodding.

"Ah~ Potter doesn't care about Occlumency at all." Hermione frowned, vomited the unhappiness she encountered while studying, "Even if I said not to be wary of the professor, he's still like that..."

"It's Professor Snape after all, Harry's father is not happy with him, it's normal" Cyrus sighed.

It is always like this, the emotional grievances between the elders are extended to the innocent next generation, even Professor Snape, who always regards Harry Potter as James Potter.

After Harry woke up, he wandered around the castle in a daze, the scream of Sirius circling in his mind.

'It's also possible that Voldemort wanted me to see...'

Harry thought of President Hermione's reminder, but he was still worried about Godfather Black. After all, apart from his friends, he was one of the few people who could make him feel warm.

But what if it was true?

Want to gamble?

But this bet is a life for Harry... If he wins, Sirius is safe and sound, and everything is in Voldemort's thoughts; if he loses, he may lose a loved one who loves him forever.

"What happened to you just now?" Neville and his friends rushed over, all panicked and anxious.

"Is something wrong? Are you sick?" Ginny even forgot that her brother was still around, but her expression was calm and composed, and she took Harry's hand and asked, "Or is your forehead starting to hurt again?"

"Ah... yes..." Harry was a little moved by Ginny's carefulness, and he didn't know how to say it.

"Then did you dream about something again?" Ron glanced at his sister and clicked his tongue, but he was a little proud in his heart, "After all, you always dream about something when you sleep..."

"Voldemort - I saw Voldemort capture Sirius!"

Harry noticed that his legs were shaking uncontrollably, he couldn't imagine the scene, as if the person afflicted by the Cruciatus Curse, not only Sirius, was also in pain.

With the help of his friends, he was helped into an empty classroom. Sitting by the window, he gasped heavily.

At that moment in the classroom, he even forgot to breathe...

"Where is it?" Ginny kept calm, and waited until he recovered, and then slowly asked for details.

"The end of the shelf in row 97... seems to be the Department of Mysteries." Harry paled, pressing his hands on his knees with all his strength, "I've been to the door there, I don't know how he was caught in."

The Department of Mysteries is a place inside the Ministry of Magic. If Voldemort wants to enter, he must first break through the surrounding warning magic and anti-theft spells, and then there are patrolling Aurors.

But the problem is, the Ministry of Magic is pretty much infiltrated by Death Eaters, and that's obvious to all.

So it's not out of the question if Voldemort was actually there.

"We have to tell the professor and Cyrus first." Neville was silent for a moment, then interrupted suddenly, "This is not a small matter...Harry, you can't face a resurrected Voldemort and a horde of death eaters." only..."

"But it's also possible that Voldemort lied to me on purpose!" Harry's voice was very loud.

His wide-eyed eyes revealed confusion and panic. This was a gamble, and the price was his relatives... At this moment, Harry would rather hope that he was not the so-called 'savior'.

Everyone didn't know what to do, after all, Ron could feel this feeling very clearly.

Last time, Arthur Weasley was attacked by a snake and his life was hanging by a thread, but this time Sirius was captured by Voldemort himself. Who knows if good luck will happen again?

"No... I'm going to check..." Harry said, "How to get to the Ministry of Magic? I said the fastest way"

"Floo powder, you must use Umbridge's fire." Ginny grabbed his cold hand, passing warmth, "Trust us... don't be impulsive, Harry"

"I'll take a look, I have an invisibility cloak!" Harry quickly stated his decision, "You tell the professor, and then take a look at the museum... Cyrus knows what it means!!"

Among the group, only Harry knew the secrets of the British History Museum, and knew that Black was there, and he would rather take the risk in order to ensure the safety of his loved ones.

"That's the Ministry of Magic!" said Ron eagerly.

"Even if I'm caught, it won't do anything! At most, it's a punishment for running away from school..." Harry was very serious, and calmed down under Ginny's hand, "but that's my godfather... I One of the few relatives”

think about it!If it were Arthur, Ron...how would you choose!

"Okay... just take a look! Remember!" He was holding the chess box that never left him, and his nails were clasped between the wooden cracks of the box. "If you don't see Sirius, come back quickly...don't forget to be invisible Clothes!"

With that said, he pulled Neville and hurried to find Cyrus, while Ginny looked at him blankly after Harry withdrew her hand, and almost retreated to the door.

She's willing to support Harry...not all because of an early admiration...

He is her friend, her dance partner, and the person she likes.

"Don't worry, as long as I don't see him, I will be back soon!"