The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The bright red lightsaber made a "buzzing" sound in her hand.

Carlo finally moved to the door, but... the door was closed. This door was closed when they and Lucius came in to prevent Muggles from escaping.

But for her without hands, it was like a Rashomon erected here, blocking it coldly and solemnly, and the bell in the living room sounded like a warning from the god of death.

Hermione wiped the cold sweat off her face, and walked towards the last Death Eater gently and slowly.

Her booties made a harsh sound of "creaking" on the shards of glass, and she was grinding her teeth. For Hermione, two Death Eaters were not enough to exchange the lives of her parents.

When passing by a shelf, Hermione saw a few photo frames, which turned out to be a photo of Draco Malfoy and Granger.

"It's disgusting..." Hermione smashed all these things with her lightsaber.

Carlo, who gave up resistance, looked at this unique Hermione with some doubts. She said, "What? Are you wondering how we broke through the Fidelity Curse..."

"No"

"..." Carlo's mocking smile froze.

"I don't care... I don't care what kind of person Granger is in this world." Hermione looked at her and said creepy words, "I only know that the future is now"

"What do you mean..." The dying man writhed uneasily.

The Fidelity Charm is a complex incantation that magically keeps someone's secret forever within the soul of a living person, unless the keeper voluntarily reveals it.

But Hermione doesn't care, who knows what happened before that, or maybe Granger is an idiot in this world...

"I mean it literally..." The red flames illuminated the somewhat dim entrance, "Compared to this, I can hardly believe... Granger is a traitor"

*Carol felt fear creep up her spine.

In the end, Hermione cut his pale and terrified face in half, but at this moment, Carlo seemed to be integrated into the messy and dilapidated Granger's home.

An hour and a half passed, Hermione sat on the stool in the dining room, watching the Grangers in a daze, her trembling palms covered each other's faces, and finally used the Force to gently place the two of them on the yard inside.

After walking to the yard, Hermione realized...the world seemed to have changed.

The time on the clock was clearly 03:30 in the afternoon, but the sky couldn't see a single ray of sunlight, and there were occasional black shadows floating in the distance. She guessed it was a dementor.

Or... Death Eaters?who knows...

The world seemed to have fallen, the car on the road was broken and parked in the middle, the engine was smoking, and there was still a fire in the driver's seat. The hearing brought by the original force made her keenly hear the laughter in the distance.

The Grangers seem to be the norm.

"It was ten days last time... how long is it this time?" Hermione used the transfiguration technique to make the mud in the yard swallow the Grangers. When they were buried, they were still holding each other.

She was sitting on the swing chair in the garden, playing with the wand in her hand. In this cold and dark world, only the shimmering runes on the bracelet could bring some warmth.

From the ridicule of the Death Eaters and the words of Lucius, it is not difficult to know that Voldemort probably won the victory of this world, and Harry Potter may die before dawn as predicted.

"Hermione--Malfoy--" Hermione laughed at the name from the bottom of her heart, obviously Lucius knew about the relationship between Granger and Draco Malfoy in this world.

She put on the hood of her school robe, and became one with the darkness.

Hermione was a little annoyed by the sudden change, she took one last look at the place where the Grangers were buried and left, she would rather go out and meet a few more Death Eaters.

The streets were no longer as peaceful as they used to be, the shops were on fire, the walls of some streets seemed to have been plowed by something, and none of the glass of the showcases was good.

Chaos is synonymous here.

"Wizards are supreme... Muggle surrenderers will not be killed, and those who say resistance organizers will not be killed, and the rebels will be executed immediately. Long live the new world!" Hermione saw a banner hanging at the crossroads.

What's even more unbelievable is that the street lamps are full of people, and from the clothes, it seems that there are not only Muggles... but also some wizards.

Their faces seemed to be carved with vicious words: mudblood, za, half-blood scum, wizard traitor, trash Muggle and so on.

Just like in the most barbaric and darkest age in Europe, those people were sentenced to death. Some people even had their fingers and eyes cut off. They were hung there by ropes and swayed by the cold wind.

Hermione's hands shrunk under the robe trembled uncontrollably, and an inexplicable feeling spread in her heart: Ah... so they lost.

"Excuse me..." An old man came over pushing a garbage truck.

The cotton-padded jacket he was wearing seemed to have been mended, and there were patches at intervals. With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked neatly to the central streetlight to untie the difficult ropes.

"Damn it... can those black-robed people not make such a troublesome knot for once?"

He skillfully took out a knife from his pocket and cut the rope, and a person just fell into the garbage truck below, making a dull voice that seemed to be telling Hermione a warning.

"Who are they?" Hermione couldn't help asking, breathing out a cloud of white air as she spoke.

"Who knows? It will be full of people hanging every once in a while, and I have to remember the names too?" The old man glanced at the people above, "Hmph...I know this one, the stupid Vernon Dursley family kid"

Vernon?Isn't that Harry's uncle?

It turned out that Hermione had already walked close to Surrey County before she knew it, and only then did she realize that there was a strong young man hanging beside the fat man.

Probably the Dudley Dursley that Harry was talking about.

"This group of people was discovered a while ago because they hid members of the resistance organization." He suddenly raised his head, showing a strange smile, "What about you? What are you asking for?"

He took off the straw hat on top of his head, grinning and showing his crumbling yellow teeth, his eyes were wantonly looking at the young and neatly dressed girl in front of him.

This is rare in Muggle land.

"Mind your own business," Hermione warned dryly.

The other party seemed to have thought of something, shivered, and then buried himself in his own work, because Hermione's clothes were exactly the same as the wizard's, and he couldn't afford to provoke her.

Looking at the neat clothes, he probably didn't look like a member of the resistance organization, so he smashed the cigarette holder in disappointment.

Hermione left with her head down, walked to the corner, and then quietly watched the Dursleys that Harry was talking about being roughly thrown into the car by the man, and one of the women's tongues were pulled out.

She put her wand in her sleeve vigilantly, and hurried towards the Leaky Cauldron, because she didn't wear a ring before the first crossing, so she could only go on foot.

Fortunately, there is the force of force to accelerate, otherwise I don't know when I will go.

"Cyrus down here... what's going on in this world..." Hermione looked at the dilapidated Leaky Cauldron in front of her and couldn't say anything.

The Leaky Cauldron has a meaning for many British Muggle wizards: this is your first entrance into the wizarding world. For Hermione, it has some other meanings.

For example, the dinner party before the start of school, and the first entertainment implementation project.

Just when she was about to find out, a voice came from behind: "Stop!!"

A cloud of black smoke fell from the air to the ground and turned into a man in black robes, who seemed to be dressed in the same costume as Carlo and Nott's group of Death Eaters.

"Who are you? A Muggle surrender...or a wizard" He looked fierce, with a little dried blood on his bare fingers, "Show your identity...show your sleeves"

His eyes were on Hermione's clean face, and he couldn't help licking his lips.

"Are you a Death Eater too?" She feigned surprise.

"Nonsense! Where's yours?" He frowned, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a skull tattoo, "Miss...going alone? Are you..."

"Crack!"

Hermione didn't talk nonsense, and she didn't back away and wait for the other party to slowly approach like in the movie. The moment he just averted his gaze, Hermione instantly activated the force to lock his throat.

The Death Eater who didn't have time to release the defensive spell had his throat crushed, his eyes widened, and he collapsed powerlessly on the ground.

Hermione walked lightly, and dragged the dead man slowly into the dark Leaky Cauldron. When she accidentally stepped on a piece of wood, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears:

"Hermione?"

She looked around, brushed off the dust on a seat with her hands, and finally showed a happy smile.

"Cyrus??"

(Two updates tomorrow, because I have to make up extra episodes...cough cough...)

(Since Hermione is the Dark Lord, there must be a change, so... don't worry, if you want to watch the main storyline, please don't worry, otherwise I will be more anxious and just rush to the king)