The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Grindelwald's heart was immersed in the mixed Muggle and wizarding community, and it seemed that what he had expected had now entered the process.

Regarding the identity of the wizard, the Prime Minister who has the absolute right to speak gave an explanation: it is a secret organization that cooperates with the government.

And the most straightforward proof is that those infected by werewolves and ordinary people injured by black magic are gradually recovering their health, and the credibility of the prime minister has reached an unprecedented height at this moment of preparation.

At certain moments, even Northern Ireland temporarily gave up the fight.

A wizard is also a human being, and naturally there are good and bad people among human beings, isn't it obvious...

Early in the morning, Cyrus, who had just been woken up by Smaug and Stitch, fell into deep thought when he saw the black and unknown substance on the table, not only him, but also Professor Dumbledore.

"I know it's the 'Dark Wizard War' now, but it's not like you can't even afford food, right?" Cyrus said confusedly.

When did the Death Eaters cut off all the food reserves in the UK?

Or, when he fell asleep, he crossed the world line unknowingly?

"Cyrus! Since you insist on monopolizing the breakfast made by Hermione, I have no choice but to go out and settle food and clothing with Gellert!" Dumbledore suddenly shouted when he saw the shadow of the stairs.

"what...?"

Forgive him...Dumbledore thought he was an old man with few days and shouldn't suffer like this.

Cyrus looked at the pile of coal-like substance, not knowing what to do. He looked at Hermione who was protruding from the stairs, and hesitated for a while... This was the first time he had resisted food.

And it was this "food" that came from Hermione.

"Wait...Professor, this is Mr. Gellert's potion" came up with Hermione, and there is also a cup of thick golden liquid medicine, "This can effectively isolate the curse"

Cyrus has been drinking this cup of potion for more than a month.

This was made by Hermione and Slughorn based on the 'Half-Blood Prince Potions Textbook' in Harry's hand.

After Dumbledore took the vial and thanked him, he left without looking back, without any guilt at all, while Hermione walked straight up to Cyrus, put her wand against his throat, and whispered Say a mantra.

With his left hand, he poured the cup of golden anti-curse potion into Cyrus' mouth...

Fortunately, Cyrus relied on himself to effectively curb the spread of the curse. The potion can make the suppressed curse take effect in his body, allowing his magic power to rise back within the effective time of the potion.

"Don't...resist...be good~" Hermione pressed him with the force and poured it in.

This potion was very pungent and bitter, and Cyrus choked on a few mouthfuls because it was too late to swallow it. The thick liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth. Matched with his weak appearance, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little joy in her heart.

She didn't even want to wipe off the water stain left at the corner of Cyrus' mouth.

"Isn't mom here?" He looked at the two plates of black 'carbon' on the table, his heart was as bitter as medicine.

"She's not here today, so I'm going to cook... I just have time!" Hermione snorted a few times, "Try it quickly, don't worry, it just looks a bit bad on the outside... I used to see my mother a lot cooking"

With a feeling of contempt for Dumbledore's abandonment of the students, Cyrus took a shallow sip...

Then, under Hermione's expectant eyes, Cyrus sighed, poured all the jam on the fried egg bread, and said, "Let me cook in the future..."

Ah... who would have thought that this is fried bread soaked in milk and egg liquid?

He has been completely unimaginable, to put it another way, only he is more suitable to inherit Mrs. Granger's craftsmanship?

When you take a bite, it feels like a compressed biscuit that has been coated with a layer of charcoal, and even has a taste of dried leaves in summer.

It cannot be said that it is not delicious, but it can only be said that "it can be eaten, but it will not kill you".

Today was July 28th, and it was only the last three days before Harry's coming-of-age birthday, and it was also the day to transfer Harry and the Dursleys.

Every time Cyrus ate a piece of bread, he had to coat both sides with applesauce.

But Hermione included all these behaviors in Cyrus' oral habit, yes...he has always liked to eat sweets, and when he ate breakfast, it was just "one" more than ordinary people.

"Grindelwald disguised himself as Dumbledore and told the Ministry of Magic...they will send Harry away on the 30th" Hermione said excitedly as she watched Cyrus 'tasting' her own craft, "Skrein Everyone around Jie must know about it~"

Scrimgeour is a Ministry of Magic faction through and through. What he believes in is: the government will bear all the consequences.

Therefore, as a minister, he would not believe that the wizards around him were Death Eaters or traitors. When he got the news from "Dumbledore", he thought that the other party trusted him.

But that was Grindelwald's deliberate smoke bomb:

I am badly wounded, and my time is numbered. I must protect Harry Potter and transport him before he comes of age.

But Dumbledore's proposal was the only one that was refuted, because he wanted to send the Dursleys to safety, while the Prime Minister didn't think so - the Dursleys had to stay with Harry.

The Prime Minister said this:

Even if the protection magic of the blood relationship is only effective for one day, the Dursleys should not even think about running away!

"Everything ready?" Cyrus gulped down the last piece.

There was still half a bottle of jam, which was gone in one morning, and he didn't want to touch this kind of thing again for at least half a year.

The anti-curse potion started to take effect, and Cyrus could feel that his dry body began to gradually recover some magic power, not much, but enough to last a day.

Even if the last mana runs out, he still has the force....

He and Hermione passed through the portal, and soon came to the intersection of Privet Drive. There were people coming and going on the street, and some wizards were still taking care of the herbs in their yard as usual.

But in fact, these wizards were notified in advance, and their homes were full of people from the Order of the Phoenix, as well as some agents of the Homeland Strategy Bureau.

Many are afraid to mention the name of the Dark Lord, but at the same time bravely come forward.

Not all wizards have that haughty face, but those are Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards. After they are accepted by Mr. Prime Minister and recognized as part of the British people, they will naturally take responsibility.

Voldemort wasn't stupid...of course he would send Death Eaters or invisible dementors flying up and down the sky to spy on intelligence.

But Grindelwald, as "Dumbledore", will naturally sit in the false safe house.

Harry, under Vernon's angry and helpless look, happily received Cyrus and Hermione who came uninvited.

"Pack up and get ready to go!"