The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

When I saw Dumbledore again, it was already in a remote village. The smell of the sea spread in the damp and cold air, and the ground under my feet was full of mud.

After Fox brought him here, he returned to the safe house that protected the Grangers.

"What do you think of this place?" Dumbledore stood on the rock opposite him, with a relaxed tone as if asking if this place is suitable for tourism.

"After the war is over, I might choose to come here for a picnic and relax." Cyrus looked around and added, "But the premise is that the wizards have to decorate this place."

And Harry was standing on the slope opposite him, Cyrus could hear some waves, it seemed that this was a small coastal village.

But it looks deserted, but there are still some traces of residence, not many, the whole place can't even see a tree, and there is no grass or beach, only a dirt road with potholes.

"This is the place where the orphanage brought the children to play," Dumbledore introduced. "This is the simple village where the children live...but our goal is not here..."

The cold wind billowed Dumbledore's beard and hair, making his eyes narrow.

He took Cyrus and Harry to a broken wall, the black rock was very smooth, looking down, he could see the fierce sea water crashing against the steep rock wall.

Looking in the direction Dumbledore pointed, along the rock wall, there is a dark crack at the bottom, and the sea water swirls inside.

The rock was so slippery due to the washing of the sea that Harry staggered several times. If Cyrus hadn't pulled him with the Force in time, he might have fallen into it.

Harry's whole body was perpendicular to the rock wall, and the cold sea-smelling water kept slapping his face.

"Traces of magic?"

After he was pulled up, his entire back was pressed against the rock wall, and he didn't dare to act rashly, but Cyrus and Dumbledore both paid attention to the crack, which seemed to be like an endless mouth, swallowing with sea water.

Even Harry could see the obvious anomaly.

"Professor, don't tell me to use that method again..." Cyrus ignored him, just frowned.

"No way, according to the locals, ships will hit the rocks as soon as they pass here, so we must take a risk." Dumbledore said, holding his wand in his mouth, and jumped directly under Harry's dumbfounded gaze. .

Dumbledore is like a young man... No, there are not many young people who can maintain a standard breaststroke posture like Dumbledore in such turbulent sea waves.

Cyrus sighed, he knew it.

He let Harry go down first, and then followed behind him, and whenever Harry started to spin around because of exhaustion or cold, Cyrus would push him behind him.

By the time he got close to the rift, Harry knew why both Cyrus and Dumbledore had discovered it so quickly:

The extremely narrow crack widened immediately after they approached, forming a pitch-black passage. Under Cyrus' lighting spell, greasy reflections appeared on the rock walls on both sides.

Without paying attention, Harry fell into the vortex.

Cyrus pushed with his left hand, and Harry felt himself being pushed forward by a cloud of air, until Dumbledore reached out and picked him up.

"This is the entrance, let me look for Voldemort's mechanism...Thank you" When Dumbledore groped along the wall with his hands, the moisture on his body evaporated, and Cyrus raised his wand as if holding a torch .

The clothes of the three of them instantly became dry and warm, as if they had just been dried.

"What are you looking at?" Harry could only see Cyrus sizing up the nearest wall, like archaeology on TV.

"Entering the secret passage requires a price..." Cyrus explained while reaching out and pressing on the muddy rock wall, "but I want to try to see if I can push this door open."

"If I'm not wrong, according to Voldemort's character... it's probably 'blood'" Dumbledore casually broke off a rock from the side and transformed it into a sharp knife, "but I'm not sure, the expression in it meaning"

Maybe Voldemort wanted to weaken a person's strength, or maybe he wanted to express the meaning of 'pure blood entry'.

"It's not just a little blood! Whoever paints this stone door all at once will be a little weak..." Cyrus growled, objecting to Professor Dumbledore's behavior.

"But it's only physical, it's more ridiculous than the mental damage"

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's hand holding the knife, and said stubbornly, "But this price may be avoided!"

"You don't quite understand that Voldemort connected this entrance door to the whole area." Dumbledore smiled. "Can you lift this land? Harry, can you? Cyrus... "

"That should let me too," Harry stopped.

But Cyrus didn't intend to let anyone's blood smear the entire slate, and when he thought of the 'price', he was a little annoyed.

"enough!"

With his left hand bent into a claw, he desperately pushed in against the stone slab, but just like Dumbledore said, it seemed that the rocks under the entire small village were connected here.

Cyrus was not just pushing a stone door, but lifting a weight like an island.

The inside of the cave wall began to tremble, but the stone slab only moved a few centimeters inward. Harry behind him took out his wand and cast some curses on the stone slab, but some were absorbed, and some were bounced away.

He even nearly shot himself...

"It's great that you can do this, let me do it..." Dumbledore shook his sleeves up, he saw the kindness of Cyrus and Harry, "to me, an old man Let’s say, your intentions are enough.”

Cyrus and Harry are the living force, the future of wizarding.

And he, Dumbledore is an old man who can see his head when he opens his eyes, so there are some things that need to be paid, and he intends to bear it by himself.

"It's just lifting up here... that's all..." Cyrus stiffened his neck and gritted his teeth, and when those invisible energies were contending with the positive land, the force of the force pushed back the surrounding sea water.

Harry could even see the water beneath his feet, gradually receding behind him, as if they were being pulled by gravity from behind.

For a moment, in the entire cave, those water droplets were like the entrance of the fountain of youth, floating upward from the ground, and then rolling outward on the cave wall above the head, followed by a sound of friction.

It didn't take long for them to see a gap, not too big, but enough for one person to pass through at a time.

Cyrus fell backwards, and Dumbledore quickly caught him. He, a well-informed old wizard, couldn't help but marvel at Cyrus' strength... just one person is enough to shake this block. The weight of the region.

The Force dissipated, and Cyrus collapsed into Dumbledore's arms.

"Look, I said...no one has to pay...the price..."

He looked at the endless darkness inside and smiled triumphantly.