The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Weasley family is not bad, maybe it is the face of the old family. After Cyrus and others left, they finally conquered the Death Eaters who protected the magic, and they didn't do anything to them.

For Voldemort, Harry Potter is the top priority; for pure blood, Cyrus and Hermione are the swords hanging over their heads.

But the Weasleys were kept under surveillance, Bill and Fleur moved elsewhere, and Ron stayed with his two "uneducated" brothers.

Late one night, Ron Weasley braved the wind and rain, and came under the museum along the underground passage.

"This is the most detailed map..."

"How are your parents?" Harry took the hand, which was covered with detailed passages, a total of twelve pages, each page representing a floor of the Ministry of Magic, "Damn it, you opened the Ministry of Magic!"

If it was a simple map, maybe it wouldn't shock Harry too much, but if the names of people were displayed on it, I'm afraid...

Cyrus already knew that the secret of the Marauder's Map was nothing to George and Fred. They were born to do this, and the Marauder's Map that Ron brought was specifically for the Ministry of Magic. .

"Remember when we went to rescue you... I got a structural drawing from the Ministry of Magic!" Ron said proudly.

No one knew how to get there. Fortunately, he had heard from his father, so he often went to his office to find out the detailed floor plan, and after he rescued Harry, he put it in his pocket.

According to the ground plan at that time, coupled with the investment of the military, the Marauder's Map of the Ministry of Magic came out.

It is used by the Prime Minister's Office to monitor the group of terrorists in real time.

When Harry and Professor Dumbledore discussed the whereabouts of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, Cyrus and Hermione looked at the densely packed names on the map.

"Where's Neville?" Cyrus asked him.

"This is your secret base... there's even Merlin?!" Ron sighed as he looked around, like a country bumpkin entering the city, "Neville's grandma has been sealed..."

"Kroom...Pol...other school students are being caught in jail on and off"

However, most of them were caught when attacking Death Eaters on the street, so the casualties were relatively heavy.

Because the Prime Minister refused the memory erasure policy, Muggles would immediately call once they saw the Death Eater's costume, and this caused the death eater's exposure... and the escalation of the battle.

"Although I'm not talking sarcasticly, but the senior you're looking for now may not be able to do anything about it... The situation of mixed blood is not up or down..."

"But no matter what, we need to go in after all"

In the end, they used a magnifying glass to find Gemma Farley in a pile of ant-sized names.

She seemed to have been sitting in the office and never went out, and there were two people in it, Reggie Cattermole and Mafalda, who were probably Gemma's colleagues.

"Aren't you crazy?!" Ron wiped the sweat from his brow, "You know, after the Dark Lord took power in the Ministry of Magic, he has already ordered the arrest of Muggle-born wizards and those pro-Muggle wizards."

As Cyrus had guessed, the war escalated.

Everything has almost moved to the bright side, and Ron feels that this is almost as messy as the history of Grindelwald's crimes.

But now, one is the leader among the students, and the other is the spiritual pillar. These two plan to sneak into the Ministry of Magic to find the Horcruxes.

"Found... the Assistant Room of the Department of Prohibited Misuse of Magic"

Cyrus ignored him, just looking for the room where Gemma was staying.

Amidst the din, dawn followed midnight, Sirius, Harry, and Dumbledore together, while Cyrus and Hermione headed to the Ministry of Magic, the latter in even greater haste.

While Hermione was temporarily brewing the tonic, Harry returned to the room, and when he came out again, he had a black cloak in his hand, reflecting the light on the outside.

"This is the invisibility cloak, I think you...need this"

"This is your father's!" Ron reminded, "It may be the only relic..."

"But I don't need to follow Dumbledore." Harry didn't show any reluctance, as if he had lent Cyrus a copper Knut, "This time we split up, we can't make any mistakes, this is just a piece of clothing."

Beside him stood Sirius, and on the other side, protecting the Dursleys, was Remus Lupine.

"James won't be stingy either... Of course, Harry is better!" Sirius glanced at the back of Harry's head and immediately changed his words.

"Where are you going?" Cyrus hugged Harry and Dumbledore in turn.

"Go to Hepzibah Smith's house," said Dumbledore. "The other three Horcruxes don't have any clues. We'll go to the place where the last Hufflepuff descendant died... Also, take care"

Before parting, they said their last farewell.

The entry and exit locations of the Ministry of Magic have also changed. It is no longer the original telephone booth. According to the news brought by Ron, at six in the morning, Cyrus and Hermione had already arrived in front of the large trash can in an alley.

The invisibility cloak was small, but just enough to cover Cyrus and Hermione.

On the foggy square behind him, there are broken bricks and collapsed ornamental buildings everywhere, as well as occasional black shadows.

Everything seemed so unreal, and there was a sense of fragmentation. After a short period of confusion, Cyrus squeezed his body towards Hermione again. He no longer remembered how many people died.

But even though Voldemort's Legion is secretly attacking Muggles, at least ordinary people will not be ignorant of who they are...

"How long will it take to get back to normal after they die?" Hermione whispered.

The two were huddled under the invisibility cloak, and every breath they exhaled would be sucked away by the other person beside them. Two hot hearts were clinging to each other in the cold and damp alley.

"If all goes well, at least before we die of old age...probably..."

The two leaned against the wall and waited until 08:30, when they heard a bang, and a wizard in a cloak apparated and appeared in front of them.

Cyrus and Hermione followed him out of the alley and walked for dozens of meters along the deserted street.

Then they saw a group of strangely dressed Muggle-looking people, all lined up in a long line on the steps. At the bottom of the stairs was a public toilet with dirty black and white tiles on the walls.

This is really the only passage... Hermione swears, if she has to go in here, she must take three showers... Ah no, ten showers.

Standing at the door was a sorcerer in a gown inlaid with golden patterns, with a gloomy face, very dissatisfied with his current position.

"Hey... Voldemort's lackey guarding the toilet" Cyrus thought it was amused.

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, even though the voice was low enough, the man was still aware of it, and the Death Eater immediately changed into a ferocious look, looking around at the group of social animals in front of him.

But they hid aside until that familiar face, mixed with sadness and fatigue, appeared.