The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Didn't he follow?" Hermione said cautiously through the window, looking at the empty street.

"Now there are more important things. We must find the relic of the last Hogwarts founder before Voldemort rushes to the school." Harry said, "He didn't follow for this reason."

The corners of Hermione's mouth, which were originally excited, gradually curved down following Harry's notification.

It's already the end of March now, and she still wants to make up for the regret that she didn't spend Christmas together. Now it seems that it may be delayed even more.

The girl's heart gradually drifted away with the cold wind brought by the dementors. She listened to the "Hope Watchtower" radio station in the Pig's Head Bar, and wondered more than once what would happen if her parents met Death Eaters again.

What if the wizard responsible for protecting the parents of the little Muggle wizards is no match for the Death Eaters...

"I don't know what happened to Ron and Neville."

Looking at the shy smile of the girl in the portrait, Harry couldn't help but think of his friend.

Perhaps there were too many people coming this time, filling the living room on the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar. The girl would always observe Dumbledore secretly, and wink mischievously at the tired Harry.

After a while, the girl turned her head and walked into the tunnel. After a few minutes, when she came back again, there was another person beside her.

Harry suddenly stood up from the wooden chair, and ran forward with an excited expression.

It's Neville!

However, Neville Longbottom's clothes were in tatters, as if he had just walked through the thorny area deep in the Forbidden Forest. When he walked out of the tunnel and the lights shone on him, Harry gasped even more. gas.

Where the clothes were torn, there were shocking wounds underneath.

"How dare they... do this... don't the professors have anything to do?!" Harry was very careful when hugging him, for fear of touching those wounds.

"The professors have worked very hard, but there is no way... As the leader of the rebel army, he must be punished." Neville smiled honestly, "Don't worry, they don't want to waste pure blood, they won't really took my life"

Dumbledore felt even more guilty, so that he just stared at the little girl in the portrait.

"The group of Goyle and Crabbe are terrified, but it's not enough to be brave in front of me!" When he laughed, he pulled the cut mark on the right side of his cheek.

But that wasn't the end of it, things like that didn't change until they found out Hermione was back.

Perhaps it was Neville who took the lead and successfully made the people in the school full of hope, so that they would not be changed by the defeatism and capitulationism that surrounded them, so Hermione's arrival accelerated their counterattack.

Even if they understand that they will be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse if caught, they will do it.

"We heard from the radio that you and Cyrus ran away from Gringotts on a fire dragon?!" Neville shifted the topic to him.

"Really...it's all true"

"But what are you doing there? You don't want to grab some money from the Death Eaters, do you?"

Harry fell silent, he didn't know how to explain... Dumbledore didn't want him to tell about the Horcrux, maybe he was afraid that other people would be curious about this magic...

But he didn't think so, so he looked back at Dumbledore.

Secrets and lies...but he doesn't want to keep secrets in his heart, especially from his friends, people he trusts with each other.

Although Professor Dumbledore had warned him not to speak out about the Horcrux at will, Cyrus felt that everyone's power should be mobilized... It was difficult to make a choice, but Harry had a choice.

"Take something, something that can destroy Voldemort" He looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes at this moment, and said sorry in his heart.

He and Cyrus have few clues about the Horcrux. If only three, four or five people are looking for it, it is unknown when they will find the opportunity.

"Got it, same as Hermione back, right?!"

Neville cheered.

"Not only...you are all back, you should tell others!" He pulled Harry and went into the tunnel in the portrait, "Seamus, Dean, Luna...Terry...they all exist!"

"Wait a minute! We're not here to play this time!" Harry sat motionless on the chair, "It's not just Gringotts, guess why we came back at the risk of being discovered?"

Neville's brain is not stupid, as he has an excellent talent for herbal medicine, he can figure it out after a little turning around.

"But President Hermione came back, didn't she already use the sword of Gryffindor to destroy something that belonged to Voldemort?"

"No, there's a Ravenclaw..." Harry said hopefully, "The Ravenclaw diadem, the one that was missing, I need that! It's the same thing we went to Gringotts for." !"

"You know Neville doesn't understand these things, let's go in and talk about it." Hermione took the lead and walked in first, "By the way, tell me about Cyrus' situation..."

Her voice was lost deep in the tunnel.

After Harry followed Neville and left, Dumbledore turned around. He looked at his brother who broke his nose a long time ago, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

He laughed at himself and said in his heart: So one day, he will also be like a bad old man that no one wants.

"You... since when did you take them over..." Dumbledore said hoarsely.

"I don't know," Aberforth Dumbledore said bluntly, "It's probably the guy Granger dragged after he returned to school, really... Treated my place as a train station, and never had a good night's sleep feel!"

He said it as if he regretted telling Hermione such a passage.

But Dumbledore wasn't too surprised by this. It seemed that he had been here every day before, and he knew him well... since when did he...

"I thought they couldn't find a toilet in the middle of the night either," Dumbledore laughed.

"Hmph, get out when you're done eating." Aberforth brought out a plate of food from the kitchen, all of which were soft wheat bread, and threw it down in front of Dumbledore unceremoniously.

The old headmaster hadn't had a solid dinner for a long time.

He was eating... eating... his beard became moist.