The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Following Sirius was Lupine, Tonks and others.

Lupine rushed under the golden elevator in the direction Harry was pointing at. It took three Shattering Curses to turn the boulder blocking the intersection into powder, and the circular hall of the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor was beyond recognition.

"What's going on here?" Lupine took a deep breath.

The black smooth tiled floor was covered with cracks like swimming snakes. Dozens of Death Eaters were scorched, and their postures still kept the appearance of fleeing and suffering before death. The nearest to Lupin's feet was a Death Eater crawling.

It was as miserable as the ancient city of Pompeii. Some people still maintained the posture of fighting back with their wands, or they were simply missing arms and legs, and some even looked like 'really confusing'.

"The anti-apparition magic inside has failed." Tonks kicked the scorched earth curiously with his toe, accidentally grinding off a Death Eater's nose.

"That...isn't that Crabbe?" Lupine saw the only intact body lying there.

"It seems that there will be one less family of pure blood in the future." Sirius strode towards the corridor, and he caught a figure passing by a door like a hunting dog, "Let me see... who else is hiding inside ?”

"careful!"

Seeing the somewhat reckless Black, before Lupine reached out his hand to hold him back, a red magic spell almost hit Black, and the latter turned his body sideways in a muscular reaction and escaped.

"Stunned!" "Torn apart!"

At the same time, Tonks and Lupine stuck out their wands from the left and right sides of the door and attacked in. Immediately afterwards, they heard the sound of hurried running and the sound of glass exploding.

It was Bella, and Sirius saw a pale face through those blue glowing brains.

"Isn't this my cousin?" He sneered, rushing in against the wooden cabinet, "What's wrong? Life outside must not be as comfortable as living in Azkaban..."

"Black..." Bellatrix roared frantically, "The Dark Lord will kill you all!"

In the main hall of the Ministry of Magic on the eighth floor, Dumbledore led a team to counterattack the remaining Death Eaters, and they only needed to slowly go deep in and wipe out the remaining Death Eaters.

Before their arrival, Hermione and Cyrus had many Death Eaters follow Bellatrix, and they hid in fear.

Lupine sent a slimy brain flying and landed on a Death Eater, and the tentacles wound slowly around her, leaving a burn where they passed.

The Death Eaters howled to grab the brains, only to let them get tighter and tighter, and gradually, they died of pain.

Black shuttled among the cabinets, picked up the enemy by the waist, slammed them on the ground, and then broke the opponent's wand with one foot. There seemed to be an iron ring on the fist, which broke the Death Eater's nose.

"Don't rush too fast, don't forget you don't have a wand yet!!" Tonks reminded him loudly.

That's right, his new wand hadn't been ready yet, and Sirius was thinking about going to Diagon Alley this Hogwarts holiday to buy a new wand while he was punching someone with his knuckles.

"Are you done with that?" He turned around and shouted.

"just ended..."

Bella hid in the shadows, crazily separated a long line of counters, and fired a spell in the middle of the gap.

Black was caught off guard and flew out, fell heavily on the ground, nosebleeds, Lupine flustered, under the cover of Tonks, with a sliding shovel, threw himself at Sirius' side.

"Padfoot... Padfoot?!" He pushed the opponent.

I don't know what kind of black magic was in Sirius, the nosebleed kept flowing, Lupine patted the other's cheek lightly... He was about to collapse, a little numb, he could only kneel beside him and shout.

"Remus! How is he?"

Lupine didn't even hear Tonks shout, there was a buzzing in his ears, and Bellatrix's smirk shrieked in the distance.

"Don't tease me...it's not funny..." He looked at Black's stiff muscles, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, but he still smiled and shed tears, "Don't play such tricks, do you hear me! "

Perhaps because he thought about it more and more, he clenched his fist and thumped Sirius on the chest heavily.

Tonks saw that Lupine was losing control, and could only stop the other's rough behavior. Remus' eyes turned red, and he frantically waved his wand, using all the dark magic he knew to throw it to the end.

But Bellatrix was long gone from that place.

"Ho~~~"

Sirius Black, who was lying on the ground, suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes were rounded, filled with confusion and panic, his hands were very clumsily tearing at the clothes on his chest.

"You're not dead??"

Remus crawled to his side and helped him tear off the wizard robe, revealing the black and thick vest inside. He pressed it, and the inside looked like broken porcelain.

"I dreamed...a wolf was dancing on my chest?" Sirius rubbed his chest in fear, his tone was very dull, as if he was holding his breath.

Although she and Lupine had just experienced a big battle, and Black had just escaped from death, she couldn't help laughing when she saw him seriously joking, and she just glanced at the back of Lupin's head.

"It's fine...leave quickly..."

"No, I'm fine, go chase her!" Sirius took off the dress and wiped away the nosebleed, "Before I came over, a Muggle asked me to put it on...it looks good? ?”

The explosion was getting closer and closer, Remus Lupine instinctively smelled danger, he had no time to chase Bellatrix, that crazy woman was too good at hiding herself, so he took the two of them to hide by the wall.

This is the thought hall, also called the brain room, and the opposite wall where they were just standing suddenly exploded.

"Master...help me!" A voice seemed to be begging for mercy. The three of them squinted their eyes, and saw a tall and thin figure through the dust, and there was a person lying behind each other at their feet.

"Of course I will save. Is this...the prophecy?" The man kicked him casually, "Take it and leave."

"I don't think you're going anywhere, Voldemort!" A raging fire and a blue Fiendfire resisted each other, but the latter was stronger and was gradually engulfing it. "You, and your dear Malfoy"

Malfoy, told by Bellatrix that the ambush Death Eaters had barely killed Harry, knew that Cyrus and Hermione would not save his life for trial, as Dumbledore had done.

So he broke the anti-apparition spell and summoned Voldemort...

He knew it would come because, well, he had what the Dark Lord needed.

Cyrus and Hermione fought Voldemort all the way to the Hall of Thought in the innermost Prophecy Hall, but the other party kept Lucius behind him, and he valued the prophecy ball too much.

Hermione was blocked by the sight of the flames, walked around to the other side, stepped on a platform to borrow strength, and ran along the scorched black wall.

The swift and deadly slash forced Voldemort to conjure a silver shield from the thin air on the spot to resist it. The lightsaber hit the shield without any cracks or burn marks.

There was just a low, gong-like sound...

The black mask was blown away by the mana of Vatum's wind, revealing its terrifying, snake-like face, the pupils glowing scarlet through the slits, staring at Hermione firmly.

"It's you...it's interesting~" Voldemort waved his wand deftly, forcing Hermione back, "What's your name? G... Granger, as a Mudblood, it's really rare to have such strength "

"Then your knowledge is too short." Hermione's cloak floated in the air with her, and she landed slowly after avoiding an attack.

"Has anyone ever told you...you're kind of...familiar?" It fended off the attacks of the two, allowing Bellatrix to escape with Malfoy, and then talked about it casually up.

"I don't remember meeting you." Hermione looked at it blankly. "If you say familiar, Cyrus and you are old friends!"

She and Voldemort had only met for the second time.

Voldemort didn't even pay attention to Lupine and the others who retreated. It didn't care if the other party called Dumbledore. It just looked at Cyrus and turned its attention to Hermione.

"I don't mean this kind of familiarity..." Its slender and thin left hand is holding the tip of the wand gracefully, "I have a friend, he said that he often dreams of you---yes, it's you , Hermione Granger"

It looks at the two of them.

What Voldemort must admit is that Hermione's 'black magic' that can emit lightning, even it, can feel the overwhelming negative emotions and the slight throbbing of the soul.

Its hand slashed across its right hand, and there was a slight scar on it, which was drawn by Cyrus with the 'light saber'.

Alder wood, unicorn feathers... Voldemort was too familiar with this wand, the holy, pure breath and blue eyes made him feel a little anger in his heart.

"It's that trash..." it gritted its teeth and said, "Even death disgusts me so much"