The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

But then, Hermione had to find a place to hide.

The Death Eaters would fight more and more, and when the dementors approached from the sky, the entire Hogsmeade village was like a snow toy ball shrouded in glass, and the chill was permeating every inch of the ground.

The disillusionment spell that makes people disappear without a trace, and the quiet and swift silent spell, which make Hermione invincible in the battle in the deep alley.

But when it was the turn of those dementors covered with scabs and dry, carrion all over their bodies to appear above the street, looking for traces of Hermione bit by bit, the girl turned into a corner.

To call, or not to call?

Just when Hermione made up her mind, a goat-shaped Patronus rammed towards the dementor in the sky, covered in silvery white light.

"You... Hermione Granger?" The door next to it creaked open, and with the flash of silver light, Hermione saw the man's long white beard like Dumbledore, "Why do you... Forget it, come in!"

He stamped his right foot and waved anxiously at Hermione.

She didn't know where she was just now, but now she can be sure... This person is the owner of the Pig's Head Bar. When Cyrus hadn't left Hogwarts, they would always date and then run away with friends Get together here.

Hermione who entered the door put down her hood and looked around with her wand in her hand.

The Pig's Head Bar was still so dilapidated, the candles were burning alone on the bar table, and the table was covered with dust, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Hermione looked subconsciously at the seat by the window...

"This way! Go upstairs...in!" The hotel owner took Hermione's arm and walked through the rickety wooden stairs that creaked with every step.

The second floor is a living room. Unlike the bar on the first floor, there is a warm fire, a worn but clean wool carpet, and a portrait of a blonde girl above the fireplace.

The girl in the portrait is looking at Hermione who was brought in tenderly, and at the same time looking blankly at the night outside the window.

There was shouting from the street below, and it could be seen through the grimy windows that Death Eaters were starting to come here because of the movement of the goat Patronus.

So the bar owner walked up to the portrait, gently stroked the edge of the frame with his callused left hand, hesitated for a while, and immediately pressed his thumb against it.

"Let her go in and hide for a while"

Hermione still had doubts in her heart, but after seeing those unquestionable, sharp blue eyes, she instinctively relaxed her guard a little.

The girl in the portrait smiled again, got up and left... To be precise, she walked away, because behind her was a tunnel, and the slender figure walked further and further away, without any intention of stopping.

"Quick! Get in! They'll come in later" he pushed Hermione involuntarily.

"This is...?"

"A secret passage for hiding things!" He interrupted the other party's words frivolously.

At this time, more and more Death Eaters approached, about twenty, twice as many as at the beginning. After getting into the secret passage, Hermione saw the extremely dark inside with the light of the Illuminating Charm. secluded.

But she couldn't see the girl.

Did she walk into the portrait?Or....

Hermione stopped thinking, then sat down on the smooth stone steps, listening to the sounds outside.

"What's the matter?!" The Death Eater broke into the tavern just as she was sitting under the brass wall lamp, and Hermione heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes.

"What's the matter?" yelled the barman, repeating again, "How dare you say 'what's the matter'? How dare you put a dementor here...in front of my shop, idiot! I said don't let that Something close to me!"

"Someone has triggered the Screaming Curse, and I suspect it's the person the Dark Lord is looking for..."

"Haven't you already looked for it? Or, do you want to search the tavern again?!" The boss cursed rudely, "I tell you, I have nothing here... nothing!!"

It was difficult for Hermione to associate the barkeeper's appearance with his current 'savage old man' appearance.

Because... It's easy to think of Dumbledore holding up his sleeves, cursing the street like this bar owner, sorry, the picture is too strong...

"Let me tell you, that is a key criminal appointed by the Dark Lord, don't try to hide it..." The Death Eater was persistent, and even used Voldemort's prestige to warn him.

Ordinary people may have given in to this threat.

Hermione also tensed her body, as long as the group of Death Eaters got in through the hole, she would have a chance to launch an attack immediately, and then kept fighting back as she leaned deeper into the tunnel.

"Haha, yes... But I also advise you, if I die and my shop is gone, where will you guys go to resell potions and 'stimulants' (product d)?"

"How dare you threaten..."

"That's right, I'm threatening you," the boss yelled contemptuously, "so you'd better not leave the matter to me... Get lost! No one else will come here long ago!"

"Okay, okay, we've searched, he's just trying to get rid of the dementors, and we haven't seen anyone else's Patronus." Another Death Eater smoothed things over, and finally dismissed the matter.

There was another sound of footsteps, but this time they were going downstairs.

After Hermione heard a loud closing sound, she knew that the group of Death Eaters had gone far away, and then the portrait lit up again, and there was no one else inside except the bar owner.

Then Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

"What do you think...you dare to come here now?" He said angrily, and walked in and looked at Hermione carefully, "What a fool, do you know that there are countless people wanting your life now. "

He arbitrarily lit up the magic lamps one by one to make the room brighter.

"I need to go into school to get something"

The boss had no expression on his face, he just calmly poured a glass of water for Hermione and said, "Don't be stupid, kid... what can make you so desperate"

Those eyes glanced back and forth between Hermione's stubborn expression and the blond girl in the portrait, as if they were doing some comparison.

"Okay, I know you... boy, you're wanted" he leaned back in his chair, "I need to find a way to get you out of here, not at night... If someone breaks the curfew, they're like Like a group of leopard cats who are hungry and crazy”

The room fell silent for a while, only the sound of the wood burning in the fire.

"I need to get into Hogwarts, I have to go in..."

"Whose order again? Whose? Dumbledore?" He frowned just now, and immediately frowned again, "Look at you... It's still a group of children, what's there? That's supervised by Death Eaters School!"

The direction he was pointing at was Hogwarts, but Hermione could no longer see the shadow of the castle.

"You don't understand, this is a necessary action!" Hermione couldn't tolerate others' wanton judgments based on ignorance of the facts, but even though she was helped by this person once, she would not immediately mention the Horcrux.

Yes, she just didn't trust him.

The man was just a barkeep... not knowing these things was not a bad thing for him, and if the Death Eaters got caught it wouldn't expose their actions.

"Huh... It seems that this is indeed Dumbledore's order. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​gone, so now we have to rely on the brats who haven't even grown their hair yet?"

"You know the Order of the Phoenix?" Hermione pursed her lips and said again, "You don't understand, this has nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore! Because this is not only his task, but also our task! You don't know anything about it. ..”

"Don't understand?" He suddenly yelled, "You mean... I don't understand my own brother!!"

There was a sudden silence between them again. The girl in the portrait looked at the two worriedly, with her mouth open, as if she wanted to persuade them not to quarrel.

But how can the portrait speak... Hermione lowered her head and laughed at herself.

"He is always like this. When he implements his grand plan, countless people will be hurt... At first it was me, his family, and now it's you!" He turned into a wry smile, "Forget it... I've had enough..."

elder brother?Dumbledore's brother?

Hermione looked at the old man like Albus Dumbledore in front of her, checked the names in her mind, and finally stopped on Aberforth Dumbledore.

He really didn't look like he wanted to put Hermione in trouble, he just expressed his impatience.

"Do you think this is a good job? Huh?" said Aberforth. "Don't go on with it...get out of here...or the Death Eaters will never stop trying to find you ...even through your family, friends."

"And then? Let the mysterious people you dare not even name to occupy Britain... Even if our group fled to Northern Europe, the United States, and Russia, would they stop?"

Hermione stood up and couldn't help accusing: "Don't you want the blood of those wizards and Muggles to be shed in vain? Voldemort hasn't won yet!"

"Then look at my brother's fate now. He has become the number one rebel in the magic world... His past glory is not important anymore. Now he has become the 'lunatic who tried to expose the magic world'"

"It's up to you, I'll go back to Hogwarts anyway"

"From where?" Aberforth asked her back. "Every secret passage here is sealed...all of them...including the ones you usually know."

Voldemort was once a student of Hogwarts. As someone who opened the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, there is no reason not to know the secret passages leading to Hogsmeade.

That said... the one from the haunted house to the Whomping Willow doesn't work either.

In the firelight, Hermione fell into deep thought, while Aberforth stared at her fiercely with a mocking smile on the opposite side.