The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On Tuesday of the second week, after they finished their divination class, Professor McGonagall's patron saint floated over from the corridor.

"The Reticent Man is here, we are waiting for you in the principal's office..." The cat seemed to glared at Peeves behind them who wanted to be funny, "Remember, the password is Toffee Finger Pie"

Then Cyrus and Granger came to the tower on the eighth floor, and when they were about to knock on the sphinx door knocker, the oak door was pulled open by someone inside, a strange middle-aged man.

"Hmm... I don't see any difference." He looked at Cyrus and Granger carefully.

Beside the middle-aged man was Professor McGonagall. She cleared her throat, and the man moved slowly to get out of the way. His voice was very low and he spoke very fast.

"This is Mr. Saul Crocker, the Reticent Man," Professor McGonagall briefly introduced them.

And Crocker, just like his nickname, was taciturn. He didn't make any additions to Mag's introduction, but nodded with a friendly expression.

But his eyes stayed on Granger.

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it." After a while, Saul Crocker lifted the gold chain from the principal's desk, dangling the converter, and he said simply and bluntly:

"This Time-Turner does indeed belong to the Ministry of Magic"

On the back of the Time-Turner is a series of tiny magically processed tags that mark every item stored in the Department of Mysteries.

Even the vast array of crystal balls that hold the prophecies are individually marked.

"As he said, the marking number of this time-turner is exactly the same as one of them," Dumbledore explained to the two, "the only difference between them is good and bad."

The headmaster seemed to be in a good mood.

Crocker looked back at Dumbledore, and he took a sip of water after getting his consent, and said, "The hour reversal spells inside have not changed, they have just been used up all at once."

Professor McGonagall comforted Granger, saying that she would not speed up her own time flow because of the reversal spell.

Therefore, Granger didn't have to worry about dying of old age in the sense of time in a few days.

"That is to say... as long as it is fully charged?" Granger lowered his head and muttered, "Then I can turn the hourglass again and return to the original world?"

That's when Cyrus noticed the girl, who looked a bit hesitant.

"Well... not actually~" Crocker lifted the gold chain, moved the hourglass to observe, "Who gave you this converter?"

"Dean McGonagall..."

Okay, now the pressure is on Minerva McGonagall.

"Ahem...I think it's important to discuss how to get Miss Granger back first..." McGonagall turned around and rubbed her head apologetically, "I'm not saying you're not welcome, but you Your friends and parents may need you more"

Granger couldn't help shrinking her neck, she found that Dean McGonagall still had such a soft side.

Crocker is worthy of being the silent man of the Department of Mysteries. Their job is to study matters related to high-risk magic and prophecy. They quickly explained to several people:

Time converters need fixed point.

For example, if a time interval of three hours is set, then the travel from the timeline is a jump of three hours, and the wizards stipulate that time travel within five hours will not cause major damage to the human body.

"So... parallel world... I don't quite understand it." Crocker returned the converter to Granger, "But this time it can be used as an experiment."

As a wizard who has been immersed in experiments all year round, all he can think about is the precautions for strengthening the time converter.

The usual time travel stuff needs an update.

"Then let's call it the 'Multiverse' project..." Cyrus saw that the sand in the hourglass started to flow again, turning up and down autonomously, "Maybe we should give Granger time to prepare."

Granger took over the Time-Turner amidst everyone's hopeful eyes, but he didn't seem as happy as expected.

'I can go back! ' Granger asked himself in his mind, 'Isn't this something to be happy about?Isn't it worth it...'

But thinking of her parents still staying in the Muggle world, Granger felt a little lucky, but she couldn't bear to bear the person she met in the past ten days. She was in this Hogwarts, but even Malfoy didn't dare to scold her.

Read books as you want!Even rushing to answer questions in class is fine! !

After McGonagall and Cyrus looked at each other, Dean Maomao nodded slightly to Dumbledore and Crocker, and led Granger out of the office. There was also a confused little lion who needed her help.

"Mr. Crocker, do you just need to fill the hour reversal spell?" Cyrus was a little curious, but the other party's answer was not unexpected.

"Sorry, the silent man can't talk about his job content." Crocker waved his hands, complaining, "But I will restrict the converter again when I go back..."

Just imagine, if the Death Eaters mastered the method, there might be more than a dozen mysterious people floating over the British Ministry of Magic one day, and this is the simplest, he doesn't want some parallel universes to fall by then.

Even if it has nothing to do with them, once the mysterious person goes to another world, his life will also be lost.

"Albus, I won't go back until this matter is resolved..." Crocker said to Cyrus calmly, "Don't worry, the Department of Mysteries is the only department that doesn't need to obey the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." "

"If you are interested in the future, maybe you can get in touch with time magic..."

Dumbledore waited for him to leave before saying: "Even Voldemort knows little about the work of the silent people. Time, death, and even love are their jobs."

But in Dumbledore's description, it seems that the love room is always locked.

The principal looked at Cyrus kindly and relaxedly. This student did not see immortality and wealth in the first grade's Mirror of Erised, nor did he see a strong desire for strength.

Harry and Cyrus, few wizards in the whole world could see what they saw in the mirror.

"It seems that Miss Granger is very reluctant to part with us..." Dumbledore took a sip of his coffee liqueur.

"But it's pretty good, at least these experiences belong to her." Cyrus was very kind to this Gandalf-like Dumbledore, "at least...she saw the outside world"

"Well... Newt always likes to go to the tribe of the horsemen recently. It seems that you have made the development of the horsemen better."

So much so that Newt didn't even live in the dormitory, and lay directly in the Forbidden Forest.

Newt Happy Lin.

"No..." Cyrus moved his body embarrassingly, "Ronan, Bain and the others just need equal recognition, just like the communication between ordinary people and ordinary people."

He thought he had done nothing, but he was more ordinary than the politicians in the Ministry of Magic. Those wizards always liked to look down on mermaids and centaurs.

It's as if the 'human' identity is in need of their handouts.

"That's very good...by the way, ask me to give Ruburt a word." Dumbledore said leisurely, "Tell him not to show high-risk magical creatures all at once, the school board has already given a warning."

In fact, if it weren't for Dumbledore's efforts to save face and Newt Scamander's face, Hagrid might have returned to his old job: Keeper of Keys/Forbidden Forest Gatekeeper.

"Cyrus...will you change those parallel universes?"

"will not"

"why?"

Cyrus looked at the professor, recalled it, and said: "We cannot guarantee that every choice is correct, unless it is a mutually agreed goal."

For example, overthrow all Voldemorts.

"Then...what if you want to redeem something?" Dumbledore said again, "I just want to hear your views on parallel universes"

"for example?"

The word 'story' has even been written on Dumbledore's face.

"For example...such as the most important person, such as you and...cough cough..."

"Of course! Even if it costs a lot"

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. Although he sent Cyrus out of the office, as soon as the oak door was closed, the portrait immediately opened its eyes and began to chatter.

"Albus, don't do this..."

"What? I'm just listening to the future headmaster's point of view" Dumbledore blinked innocently.

"Principal? What principal...just that brat?" Black yelled impatiently, "No! Don't even think about it!! I won't let a wizard who opposes pure blood be the principal"

"Heh... just hope that you won't be thrown into the trash by Minerva in the future."