The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Slughorn wanted to go to the auditorium to eat something, but he didn't expect to bump into Hermione, who had finished class early and had a gloomy face.

The girl pinched his shoulder, no matter how much the other party twisted his body, he couldn't move a single step. Slughorn stopped helplessly, finding a handrail and panting slightly.

"Professor, did you know... Cyrus' father died" Hermione said mercilessly, pressing his shoulder.

"I...I don't know" the professor's voice weakened, and there was still no trace of arrogance at the beginning of school.

"And those students, those innocent Muggles, whose families are being targeted by Voldemort"

Professor Slughorn's body trembled for a moment. When he heard the name, fear appeared in his eyes. In fact, he knew it...or he had heard it more or less.

Even though he recently spent all his time in the office other than attending classes, eating, and picking herbs, he could learn some 'not good' news from the conversations of the passing students.

He squeezed his fat hands against the edge of the marble steps, as if Hermione was blatantly bullying an old man.

"Dear boy, I'm just an old man... an old man dying, and I don't want to hear it... and don't want to hear it!" he cried suddenly, pushing Hermione away, "What Dumbledore wants, I Already gave it to him!"

"Even if hundreds of people died, wouldn't you want to?"

Hermione's face darkened, she knew that Tom Riddle must have some connection with Slughorn.

But if the professor wants to continue to be an ostrich, she won't stop her... But before that, the professor can only be wronged. Hermione's powerful force keeps Slughorn in place.

He doesn't want to hear these things, he wants to escape....

But how could Hermione be so to his liking?

Over there, Cyrus and the Prime Minister had already declared war unilaterally, and the UK alone was enough to cause panic among the masses.

"I forgot, and Harry... Is your love for him and your students fake?" Hermione's dark side terrified him, "Even if Voldemort killed everyone, you only care about that A club that satisfies desires?"

"No...no! Don't say that!" the professor said painfully, covering his head.

For all his arrogance, his stalking, his refined egoism, he didn't really like that lunatic, especially one whose killing habits were commonplace.

"Then...why are you just refusing to take it out!!"

Hermione and Harry approached him countless times, and he refused countless times, each time with an excuse.

Slughorn had never realized the horror of Hermione. He really liked this student who was outstanding in potions, but when Hermione showed another side, he was afraid again.

It was something he had never seen before... the dark side of the Force was so magical that it almost drilled a hole in his Occlumency.

"I'm just scared...that's not an honorable thing" He covered his face, the words slipping through his fingers.

It can be said that, to a large extent, he created Voldemort by himself. He felt guilty for Harry's parents, all the villagers in Little Hangleton, etc., and that kind of guilt stimulated him to tear his clothes and scratch his chest.

But he was like Lockhart in some ways.

Even if I did something wrong, I dare not stand up, but choose to escape...

At this time, the students from the classroom on the second floor came down, and as soon as Hermione let go of him, Slughorn fell down on the white stone steps, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and Hermione stood in front of him, too. No desire to lift him up.

This made the wizards passing by look sideways and feel curious.

There were people coming and going around, but he was the only one sitting on the ground alone, as if he had been abandoned by the whole of Hogwarts.

"Professor, a memory can allow us to win ahead of time and save more people." Hermione clenched her fist and said softly, "If you insist on this, I have to use some means that Professor Dumbledore does not allow... "

Slughorn stared at her, but Hermione just smiled contemptuously.

"no, you can not!"

"I can..." said Hermione, "my-respect-professor--"

Slughorn's face paled even more, and he looked at Hermione, who didn't seem to be joking.

"You hand over your memory to us, and everything will be cancelled. This is not a shameful thing, but very brave and noble." Hermione forced him bit by bit, "Time is running out...you don't know what we have paid What a price!"

"If you are still an ostrich for a day, countless people will die behind you! Today there may be dozens...hundreds..."

Her teacher had sacrificed a left hand for Voldemort's Horcrux.

In order to get that clue, Cyrus' teacher ran around every day.

Almost everyone has paid the price, but no one in Hogwarts will back down even if the lives of their loved ones are in danger. They know who they should be angry with and who are their friends...

"Okay, okay! You and Harry come to my office tonight!!"

Hermione learned skills from Grindelwald, and soon broke Slughorn's psychological defenses, and he was almost driven crazy by her.

Tears rolled down his chubby face, and then he quickly got up from the ground, leaning on the handrail, and walked unsteadily like his own office, every step was so difficult.

He didn't know whether his choice was correct, and he couldn't tell whether Hermione's threat was sincere.

"You're all good boys, but don't think too bad of me..." he said softly.

However, all of this was seen by Grindelwald. After Slughorn left, he suddenly appeared next to Hermione, with the perfect Disillusionment spell in his hand, and Harry Potter's invisibility Clothes are no different.

He twisted the white goatee on his chin, and praised slowly: "Sure enough, you are very suitable to be a leader."

"If you don't force him, he may bury his memory even deeper."

Grindelwald subconsciously patted her on the shoulder as an encouragement, but when the hand wrapped in white bandages just touched Hermione, Grindelwald's face twitched, and a sharp pain spread from the palm of his hand .

A curse of this level cannot be suppressed by potions.

Hermione took out her wand and cast a Revealing Charm on his hand, instantly revealing the ingredients of the potion used to soak the gauze.

"What are you worried about, it's your Professor Snape who made the potion for me"

"Because of this, I am more worried~" Hermione checked and found that there is nothing unreasonable about the ingredients of the potion, "Don't think too much, I am just worried that you, a dark wizard, will die before you finish teaching me !"

"You're not cute at all..."

Grindelwald sighed, sometimes, he began to envy Dumbledore again.

"If the memory can be obtained, the remaining Horcruxes will be easy to find."

"Does it still hurt?" Hermione frowned, "Even you, a dark wizard, can't help it?!"

"Voldemort, a lunatic, has gone deeper than me in the dark arts, and his methods are more insidious... Others are dead, but your teacher is still very hard~"

"Then you don't need to touch the remaining Horcruxes."

"Are you worried about me?"

"I'm just worried about the outdated old wizard, making the whole operation fail!"

Grindelwald didn't care about Hermione's words, but just murmured beside her: "Tell me about the fact that you moved the wizards of Diagon Alley...I'm very interested"