The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

For students on the front line, this year may be the last golden holiday.

After hearing the news about Cyrus, Mandy, Hannah, Justin and the others all thought of ways to visit him. For this reason, a large round table was brought up separately from the attic of the museum.

Ron and Neville also saw Harry again, his emerald green eyes gleaming with melancholy.

The prime ministers and presidents on the first floor are having a meeting, the statues and the Order of the Phoenix on the second floor are having a carnival, the wizards in the attic are talking, and only Cyrus is walking in the backyard of the museum to feed the fire dragon....

"So...you managed to get the Horcrux?" Hermione asked anxiously, following closely behind Cyrus.

"I thought so at first, but the real Horcrux has already been taken away." Cyrus took out the locket from his arms with a wry smile, which looked like an ordinary black box.

Inside was a folded parchment, and Hermione unfolded it:

To the Dark Lord

I'll be dead before you read this but I want you to know that I found out your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to die in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

R·A·B

"So... you guys..."

"But it's not a waste of effort, at least we know that the real locket was hidden by R·A·B." Cyrus didn't dare to look directly at her, and could only stare at Smaug, saying intermittently.

Judging from the information on the parchment, R·A·B also seems to be a wizard against Voldemort.

"But you and Harry Potter risk being cursed!!" Hermione growled before he could ask, "Professor Dumbledore told me a long time ago... you think you know everything Don't tell me, I don't know?!"

"Don't tell them..."

Both Cyrus and Harry were due to those poisons, causing the magic power in their bodies to dry up as if they had just drunk the potion, but because of the lake water, Harry's condition was even more serious.

According to the original plan, they planned to rely on Professor Snape, but now...

"Don't worry, isn't Slughorn a potions master too?" said Hermione, "even if he can't, don't forget, I'm a potions master too...although a future...but that's beside the point! "

Cyrus took her hand.

But Hermione didn't feel the long-lost warmth, but was as cold as hands without warmth in winter.

"Listen to me... More than half of the people in the Ministry of Magic are Death Eaters. They must have believed the news that Dumbledore was seriously injured, and they will definitely shift their target to Harry..."

Before Hermione came back, Cyrus and Dumbledore told the Prime Minister a series of arrangements.

The news of Harry's coming of age, and how to deal with it, at the end of the summer holidays, Harry's last birthday means the end of his mother's protective magic.

As guardians, the Dursleys will be protected by the Prime Minister and will be transferred with Harry.

"Not just Harry, but you too...you, the whole of Hogwarts and the whole of Britain, get ready!"

"What about you?" Hermione said anxiously, holding his hand firmly, "Is that why you plan to leave us?"

"My dear...I have to get up and go to America with Dumbledore, not to mention the fusion of Muggles and wizards" Cyrus said as he walked inside, climbing up Smaug's tail.

Smaug lowered his head just enough to send Cyrus into the attic of the museum.

Once the two of them were inside, it burrowed into the suitcase in the corner, of course... of course Hermione couldn't have known about it, her attention was always on Cyrus.

"Here's yours...one per person!"

After Fleur blushed, she stuffed a piece of paper into Cyrus' hand, and then ran away quickly. If the person she liked wasn't Bill Weasley, I'm afraid he would be tortured by Hermione that night when he returned home. .

This is an invitation card with a photo in the shape of a heart. Inside, Hibiscus is clinging to Bill's side, looking at him affectionately.

Cyrus was suddenly twisted by Hermione, and his brows immediately frowned.

"Why are you planning to get married so soon?"

"I don't know when the next stable day will be." Bill said shyly, "I'm not saying we will lose, it's just..."

Of course, he and Hermione understood what Bill meant, and the other party was just worried that he would die on the battlefield with regret.

No one knows what kind of attack will happen in the next moment, and who will it be aimed at? Maybe it is the killing curse from behind?Or maybe it was the poison in the breakfast?

"It's just that we can't wait!" Furong excused him thoughtfully and generously.

"That's right! That's it..."

All the friends present offered their blessings one after another. The moment they turned around, Cyrus stuck to Hermione's side, poked his head over, and whispered, "As soon as it's over...I promise!!"

Cyrus' voice was so weak that no one could hear it except Hermione.

Just judging from the excited look of the girl, it was probably something worthy of celebration. She turned sideways, facing Cyrus, with her two arms passing under his armpit, bearing the weight of his whole body.

Just dragging it, throwing Cyrus on the chair.

"Don't think I'm a little French girl like Fleur...I'll be here all summer, and I'll inspect you while I'm making anti-curse potions!" She turned her head proudly and whispered.

But about Fleur and Bill's early wedding, it's just an episode.

Because the current battlefield in the magic world is too pessimistic. Except for some wizards who go to the Muggle society on their own initiative... that is, wizards who are pro-Muggle and not against Muggle, the rest are either ostriches or have been "recruited".

Now all the newspapers, except Luna's "Quieter", have become propaganda brochures for Voldemort and Death Eaters.

Those wizards who acted as ostriches were more afraid than resisting. They were afraid of their families. One day they would be like Cyrus' father, or like the Twelve Warriors of Hogwarts.

Cyrus looked at them, and sincerely hoped that there would be no one missing from everyone present. If possible, it would be nice to have more new members?

Hermione, who was standing with her hands on the back of the chair, suddenly sank in her pockets. She looked down and found a small bottle of Felix Elixir.

"This is what I gave you," she said puzzled.

"I don't need... Hermione, when have I ever been unlucky?" Cyrus denied, "Besides, I'm with Professor Dumbledore."

From now on, perhaps they are the main force on the frontal battlefield, and they need the Felicity Elixir more than Cyrus.

"So, isn't it just the two of you now?" Lisa rolled her eyes, looked at Hermione suddenly and said, "Sneak mention, Wayne and Fawcett are making faster progress than you~"

Everyone who was discussing the wedding just now turned their heads around in unison.

But from the perspective of Hermione and Cyrus, they suddenly looked like a pack of famished wolves, their eyes glowing green.

"Well, I can only say this: at least I won't disappoint you... As for my wedding with Hermione?" Cyrus slid off the chair, "Of course it won't be that simple! "

What are you thinking?

Of course he wants to make a real marriage proposal after the war is over!