The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The dragon could only see dimly, and when it reached the edge of the lake the three of them jumped from it.

Cyrus was lying on the lawn discussing with Dumbledore about destroying the Horcrux. Harry beside him could only feel dizzy. The smell of grass around him and the coolness brought by his soaked body couldn't be shifted.

Just clutching the scar on my forehead...

By the time Harry came back to his senses again, the giant dragon that had rested on the shore had already flown away.

"You're connected to its mind again?" Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "I've said it countless times, Harry, you must get rid of this problem..."

"This is my own choice, professor! At least I can analyze something from it... such as its next plan and countermeasures," Harry said in a low voice, "It just came to the bank, and it has already knew"

He struggled tremblingly to stand up, and took out the golden cup against the falling dusk.

In fact, Harry had long since stopped being afraid, and hadn't given up on learning Occlumency, but he would still rely on short-term connections to observe Voldemort's next move in detail.

Just not as often as in the beginning.

Of course, it was impossible for Dumbledore to let Harry hurt himself so frequently.

"It seems to be quite easy to destroy." Cyrus looked at the golden cup shining in the setting sun, and passed his wand across the handle, "There is no protection magic...it's a pity for this kind of treasure"

"Ms. Hufflepuff loves food. According to legend, the golden cup she made can preserve the quality of food forever, never spoil and rot, and can store enough quantity to feed the entire house."

Dumbledore sighed sadly as he looked at the golden cup held in Harry's hand.

Of the founders of the four colleges, only the treasures left by Gryffindor have not been obtained, and the rest, before they can exert their spare power for the school, have become evil items for storing souls.

Now that it has become a Horcrux, it has lost the special magical power it once had.

"Destroy it quickly! Voldemort is rushing to Hogwarts." Harry handed the gold cup to Cyrus, and lay down on the side in a daze.

"Horcruxes... Hogwarts... that Ravenclaw diadem is hidden inside the school"

The Hufflepuff gold cup is easy to destroy, because it was created as a storage device, so there is no protective magic on it, and it is ridiculously fragile.

The raw material is gold, and the thickness of the cup is also very thin.

Cyrus put the tip of the wand into the golden cup, as if lighting a torch, and the Hufflepuff golden cup became a "Goblet of Fire" in the next second.

The blue Fiendfire spit out tongues of fire from the inside of the cup, and the gold on the top of the cup gradually began to melt as bursts of black smoke rose.

The Gublai fairy fire that can burn forever is naturally not enough to destroy Horcruxes. As white magic, it does not have the ability to tear souls and destroy vitality.

Therefore, at this time, the importance of Fiendfire became extremely important.

"I remember that I didn't teach you the Fiercefire Curse?!" Dumbledore was overwhelmed by the sharp hiss accompanied by black smoke, "Did Grindelwald teach you secretly? He promised, won't interfere..."

"No! Professor! It's Hermione..." Cyrus quickly explained, "She taught me."

In the end, Dumbledore pursed his mouth and warned: "Unless you have mastered the control technique proficiently, don't use it!"

What was the magic of the Gold Cup?This is unknown.

Maybe it will be like the Holy Grail in Muggle mythology, which can automatically generate potions that can cure diseases when drunk; maybe it is endless wine and food.

But that didn't matter anymore, as Fiendfire continued to burn in the cup, the golden cup had completely lost its proper appearance, and the whole thing was deformed, leaving only two bare handles.

And because of the experience of Gaunt's ring, Dumbledore also did a good job in time to prevent the curse from appearing.

"But Hogwarts is currently occupied by Snape and managed by Death Eaters." Harry asked, "If you go in rashly, you will definitely be discovered... We don't have much time, we must make sure before Voldemort arrives." Enter!"

"Go to Hogsmeade first..." said Dumbledore.

"That's the wizarding village closest to Hogwarts, you have to be prepared." Cyrus pocketed the tattered gold cup, which was partially disfigured by melting, "Harry, do you have any other information?"

"Angry...it's angry...very...scared," said Harry brokenly. "Voldemort will be there in person, and we must be ready to meet him head-on!"

"I'll let George and Fred know"

Dumbledore stretched out his arm and hooked Harry, but Cyrus didn't intend to go to Hogsmeade village together. He planned to find some people and take advantage of Voldemort's personal arrival to attack the school back and forth.

Even if it can't kill Voldemort, it can be very effective in causing huge damage to Death Eaters.

With a pop, Dumbledore and Harry Apparated away from the lake.

When Cyrus went to the secret safe room of the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss the next step of "airborne Hogwarts", Hermione met Dumbledore and Harry who hurried back at the Pig's Head Bar.

The moment Dumbledore entered the door, he caught a glimpse of the broken locket.

The two small windows above are still tightly closed, but there is an obvious hole pierced by a sword on the surface, and the edge is covered with a circle of cracks.

"After I destroyed the Slytherin locket with the Gryffindor sword, the huge movement attracted the Death Eaters to the Forbidden Forest," said Hermione, "but fortunately, it was Dumbledore who handed it over to Headmaster Snape." An early imitation of a fake”

"Yes...Professor" Harry gritted his teeth and frowned, "That's the most you can call him..."

"Harry! If it wasn't for Snape, Neville and Ginny who stole the sword of Gryffindor would have been captured long ago!"

"Maybe." He didn't want to linger on the subject of Snape.

Aberforth was standing at the bar counter wiping glasses as usual, and when he saw his brother Dumbledore coming in, he didn't raise his head, just glanced up, and snorted coldly.

It seemed that the relationship between the two brothers was even worse than Hermione imagined.

"Snape is in power, and a group of students are fighting desperately under the control of Death Eaters..." Aberforth said as if talking to himself, "Tsk tsk, they are all children. ..children ready to die"

Harry didn't understand what he was saying.

But Hermione knew that he was deliberately mocking, mocking Dumbledore, mocking his failure... a failure that other people didn't see as a failure.

"I'm sorry..." Dumbledore whispered, stepping forward with his head bowed.

"Sorry? The greatest Dumbledore! Those are all children who are willing to die for you!"

The old headmaster turned his back to Hermione, but she could clearly see the old man's body swaying from side to side, propped his hands on the table, and sat down regardless of the dust that had not been wiped off the chair.

"Can I have a whiskey?" he said with a wry smile.

"Hmph! Our shop is closed recently!" Aberforth put down the cup heavily, and there was a bang.

Turning around, without any nostalgia, he stepped on the crumbling wooden stairs and went up to the second floor of the house. Hermione knew that he was probably going to call out to the other rebels in the castle through the girl in the portrait.

But Harry didn't like it, he was tired of the way other people treated Dumbledore.

Only he and Cyrus could understand Dumbledore's helplessness about many things, and he could only use the little wizard who had not grown up to change the things he was powerless to change little by little.

"Who is he?"

"A younger brother who hates his older brother."