The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Every year's year-end banquet is more enjoyable, except this year.

"I haven't decided where to go yet, but I'll talk about Quidditch later..." Hufflepuff warrior Cedric and Krum sat together, talking loudly about the future, with their shoulders crossed.

Cedric, who graduated, originally planned to go to the Ministry of Magic, but now it seems impossible.

Qiu Zhang was a year younger than him, so she could only sit on the edge of Ravenclaw's table and look at her boyfriend from a distance, but she was not dissatisfied in any way, on the contrary she was very happy and shy.

"So...his parents have met you?" Fawcett hugged her waist, twisting like a burrowing earthworm.

"At the time of the last match of the Goblet of Fire"

Talking about last semester, Qiu felt a twinge of fear in her heart. She was sitting with Cedric's parents at that time, looking at his back, as if something had been snatched away from her heart.

Very empty feeling, but accompanied by sad......

"Ah... Hufflepuff really owed Ravenclaw in the past life..." Hannah shook her head again and again, even with the revived prefect badge, she was not interested, "I was hooked by them "

When Cyrus started school, anyone with a discerning eye could see this pair of childhood sweethearts, but the question is, should we stick to the past like this! !

However, Dean Sprout has no attitude towards this. For her, the happiness of the little badgers is more important than anything else.

There were several eyes on the teacher's bench watching what happened below, and finally locked on Cyrus and Hermione respectively. Those two eyes were Headmaster Dumbledore and Durmstrang's new Headmaster respectively.

Cyrus already knew that the French Ministry of Magic was nothing to Grindelwald. Looking at his relaxed appearance, it seemed that he hadn't suffered any harm.

And Madam Maxim still maintained a good relationship with Hagrid, but her manner was still very elegant.

"I don't think there will be any need to divide the championship this year." Dumbledore's words made everyone subconsciously look at the four hourglasses on the wall of the hall, "Of course not because...the scores are the same...."

The college hourglass on it bears witness to everything this semester:

In the beginning, because of the intervention of Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic, the Malfoy team, which became the investigation team, got carried away and deducted the scores of other houses, leaving Slytherin's green gem far ahead.

But everything changed when Cyrus returned with Beauxbaton and Durmstrang.

Looking at it now, the House Cup is either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor... After all, because of Cyrus, Malfoy has targeted Hufflepuff too many times.

"Scores can't represent everything,...a person once said: With the development of the times, this is just a small game that belongs to Hogwarts alone, and it does not represent the outcome of everything." The headmaster turned towards Cyrus delicately. wink.

This is a long time ago, the two talked about Hogwarts.

On the other hand, Headmaster Durmstrang looked at the girl with a black and red shawl sitting in the center at the end of the long Ravenclaw table with interest... Hermione Granger.

"Yes, that's right... this year's trophy belongs to everyone!" Dumbledore tapped the wine glass on the podium lightly with his wand, like ringing a bell.

Victory belongs to Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!

Belongs to every brave man who dares to resist!

Suddenly, three small banners appeared in the entire auditorium, which were the school badges of the three colleges, and the empty vases in the center of the long tables suddenly sprayed out colorful fireworks.

The deformed Grindelwald said something in Principal Dumbledore's ear, then he stood up abruptly, took out his wand despite the principal's obstruction, and a slender blue flame emerged from it.

Immediately afterwards, the animal on the school badge of Durmstrang was formed in the air: the double-headed eagle.

The sweetness of butterbeer spread in everyone's mouth with a hint of cloying, and the double-headed eagle with blue flames hovered over the bustling auditorium. Cyrus guessed that it was definitely Fiendfire...It fit Grindelwald too well.

Maybe Madam Maxim didn't want to lose the battle, so she also used ordinary flames to form the rune horse on the school badge.

"But we have four animals on our school badge." Harry pulled out a banner, wondering if Headmaster Dumbledore would send a Gryffindor lion, after all he graduated from here.

Dumbledore's face was full of helplessness, so he could only take out his wand...

"With this face, I feel younger again." Grindelwald scratched his chin with his fingers, dissatisfied with the slightly prickly beard stubble, "Don't worry...you know I've never missed a hand... "

From Cyrus' perspective, Grindelwald and Dumbledore are like students whispering under Moody's nose in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The headmaster leaned back slightly, making Grindelwald's approaching face far away from him. Seeing the other party's complacent look, he couldn't help feeling annoyed. He simply drew a part of the flames on the surrounding torches...

Those flames that never seemed to go out were obviously only as small as starlight spots, but after they were gathered by Dumbledore, they were pulled away in an instant.

It's a dragon... The whole of Hogwarts is like a sleeping dragon with its eyes half-closed.

What is really worth celebrating is that at least none of this group of people is missing arms or legs, and no one has lost their companions. The injured are all alive and kicking again under Madam Pomfrey's busyness.

"Thank goodness, Dumbledore is finally back." Hermione noticed the small eyes of her dean, immediately lowered her head, missed her gaze, and stepped on Cyrus by the way.

"That password has already been cancelled." Cyrus said painfully, "If you step on me again... I will change the password back when I become the headmaster!"

"Cyrus!!"

In fact, Cyrus was more curious about Snape, thinking of that expressionless, cold face that said 'I love you', he couldn't help but want to roll under the covers.

After the banquet, because Cyrus was called away by Dumbledore, Hermione could only wander around the castle bored after cleaning her luggage.

He climbed upstairs tremblingly, facing Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze, he was a little afraid to speak, but the principals around him didn't think so, especially Phoenix Black, who laughed louder than a house hat.

"Relax, I didn't come to you about passwords~" Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, smiling from behind his half-moon glasses.

Now Cyrus twitched even more.

"I just think it's too easy to guess food as a password." He quibbled...ah no, he said it with righteous words.

"Minerva thinks so too, but you should tell Severus." The headmaster took out his wand and placed it generously on the table, "Since I came back, he has been typing your little report every day. ..”

Of course it's all because of the password.

It appears that, for Severus Snape, he would have preferred Dumbledore's 'cockroach pile'.

"So...the Horcrux is missing?" Cyrus knew that the headmaster couldn't find him for such a trivial matter, so he observed the wand carefully while eating Dumbledore's snacks.

About 15 inches long, with little knobbly joints at intervals, and a very dark exterior.

What makes Cyrus even more disgusted is that he can feel the rejection of unicorn hair, like two natural extremes. On it, he can only feel death and strength.

Dumbledore did not immediately explain the whereabouts of Voldemort's Horcrux, but turned to another unrelated topic.

"How much do you... know about parallel universes?"