The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After Hermione finished dealing with the dirty creatures, she came to the infirmary. As soon as the door opened, the professors all turned their heads, as if everyone was waiting for her.

Grindelwald sat in the innermost part, propping his head listlessly and stretching his arms.

"I can't... I'm not good at wounds caused by curses and black magic." Madam Pomfrey simply bandaged his broken wrist, "You need to use less magic, otherwise the spread of the curse will be accelerated... "

Everyone was silent, and Grindelwald happened to be too lazy to talk to the rest.

Fleur stood beside Bill Weasley's bed, and Hermione stood on tiptoe, and could see that the gauze tied around his chest was stained red by the oozing blood, and Neville was also lying there unconscious.

The whole room was filled with the smell of blood and earth, as well as the groans of those patients.

"How's his injury?" Ginny asked anxiously.

"He was scratched by a werewolf before the full moon... When the Dark Lord's mark appeared, we rushed there immediately, and Bill was attacked by Greyback... Maybe he will retain some werewolf habits... "

Lupine's heavy voice made Molly Weasley beside Fleur cry again.

"Looks like you won't be able to get married... sorry" Mrs. Weasley said, holding her son, sobbing.

"What does this have to do with our marriage?!" Fu Rong's already impatient mood became even more explosive now, and she didn't care that the person she yelled at was her lover's mother.

"But...but he was killed by a werewolf...even on his face..."

"Do you think I'll break up with him because he's a werewolf!" She snatched the ointment angrily, "My beauty is enough for the two of us, no one can separate us!"

Tonks crossed his arms and bumped Lupine with a frown.

The latter was even more embarrassing, Remus clicked his tongue a few times, and stood on the other side, not complaining at all about Tonks' venting.

"Well... twelve students were lost in this attack." Professor McGonagall put on his glasses tremblingly, and read his name to a piece of paper, "Morag, Demirza...these are all confirmed deaths of"

All wizards from the three magic schools were included, not including the one who was scratched by the werewolf.

Hermione's clenched hands were sweating, and she didn't feel a little uncomfortable until Professor McGonagall finished reading the names. There were some familiar ones and some unfamiliar ones. Some people were still chatting in the classroom last week.

But this time, the faces of those people seemed to stay in the album forever.

"They are all warriors, and no one backs down except the junior students," Professor Flitwick said bitterly, "but they are still too young..."

He wished he could die instead of the students.

"Are these all planned by Albus?" McGonagall turned to look at Grindelwald, and then asked Hermione.

"Just by chance... this time the Death Eaters were targeting Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said, "but he just happened to be out looking for Horcruxes, so it was Gellert... Teacher... instead of him, Cyrus They also deliberately lured away."

"To deal with Albus, do you rely on those little bastards and Malfoy?" Flitwick said full of hostility.

"Of course...not~" Grindelwald said weakly, "Snape is a Death Eater, and at the beginning, Dumbledore asked him to make a potion to prevent the spread of the curse, but they didn't know yes..."

He shook the severed hand.

Apparently, Snape broke the news to them, and the Death Eaters only knew that Voldemort's curse had worked, but they didn't know that it was Grindelwald who suffered in Dumbledore's place.

After the disguise was torn apart, all the Death Eaters except Snape were killed on the spot.

"Severus is someone Dumbledore trusts, and of course it doesn't rule out that he doesn't know about it..." If it wasn't for this sudden attack, maybe everyone would have been kept in the dark.

"Whether he is really an undercover agent or not, from now on, I am Dumbledore, and you just declare that I am seriously injured"

But Hermione declined the offer.

"You still think you didn't die fast enough?!" She scolded the other party for his nonsense.

"From the moment I was cursed, I can't live long!" Grindelwald's face showed no fear of death, and he was very indifferent, "Instead of this, it's better to be more chaotic..."

The first half of his entire life has been colorful enough, and the rest of this part is used to make up for what he can make up.

No one except Hermione, Cyrus and Dumbledore knew what the real and famous leader of the dark wizard was thinking.

The room fell silent for a while, and after a while Hermione suddenly said, "Bury them in Hogwarts...if their parents allow it."

"Ah... yes, that's right, they died fighting to protect Hogwarts, as it should be." Professor Sprout buried his head and muttered sadly, "That's it... the Forbidden Forest is a Good place..."

Cyrus... yes, she needed to get this message to him.

By noon of the next day, almost all the students who could still walk on the ground came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and twelve names were engraved by magic on rows of crooked tree trunks.

Krum came too, he couldn't walk, so he was carried by a group of junior wizards.

Like a big brother, he protected everyone in times of danger, but he didn't complain. Instead, he proudly pointed to his thigh and said, "Look, this is the sign of a man! My sign!"

Minister of Magic Scrimgeour also came, and he and the seriously injured "Dumbledore" mourned for those students.

"I think Hogwarts should be closed..."

"Unless the people here are no longer loyal to me, I will leave." Grindelwald, disguised as Dumbledore, inadvertently revealed his severed hand, weak but still standing firm, "It's not that you said that the school will be closed. closed"

"Look at yourself!" Scrimgeour said in a cold tone, "The Ministry of Magic will protect you well. At least, you can live for a few more years..."

"If I don't do anything, it's the same as dying, my friend~"

Then the trombone sounded,

The students who fought for Hogwarts will be here forever to watch over what they protect.