The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Why is Cyrus so good at runes?

Of course, it was taught by a firework wizard named Gandalf, including part of Elvish language.

And "Gyfu" is the contract between Hermione and Cyrus, which is one of the reasons why Dumbledore is pleased with Cyrus, because this is one of the essences of white magic.

"Gyfu" means "?".

Dumbledore reminded him to trust that intuition, and then took the more mature "Hermione" away, at least before the other party's time converter restarted, Cyrus needed to try to find it.

"As expected of Master Ancient One, he did the impossible with ease." Cyrus wandered in the multiverse with his intuition and the imprint on Hermione's soul.

He could finally see her.

In Voldemort's successful world, Hermione sat in the old Leaky Cauldron, talking to Cyrus in her head, but her attention was focused on movement.

"What the hell is going on?" Hermione almost growled.

"Well... the good news is that you have a chance to come back, and I have found you now..." Cyrus' voice sounded, "but there is bad news, it will last at least two days"

He has now reconnected with Hermione through 'The Force and Love', so that he can see everything through Hermione's eyes more intuitively during meditation.

"Your mental state is a bit depressed, what happened?"

"It's unbelievable...the mysterious man in this world succeeded." The girl pursed her lips. In order not to be noticed by the other party through the tracking curse, she changed the word, "Did you see that woman?"

Cyrus' quick and active mind instantly sensed the hostility in her mouth.

'That woman'....Apparently, Hermione also knew the identity of Granger in this world, and Cyrus could keenly feel the hatred and disgust in her emotions.

"Well...she was taken away by Dumbledore, don't worry, I will locate you." Cyrus comforted his girlfriend, "It's best not to go out, I need to ensure your safety..."

"I'm not worried"

Of course Hermione wasn't worried, because Cyrus had already found her.

The dilapidated bar no longer had the bustle of the past, the oak tables and chairs were all broken, and the rooms on the second floor used for accommodation were also empty, and the walls were filled with abuse.

The writing was black and red, like dried blood.

Wood chips and broken wine glasses piled up near the bar, along with the occasional passing rat and spiders dangling from the roof.

"Cyrus...I...I killed someone" Hermione held the long skirt in her hands, looked at the man she had thrown into the corner where mice were already eating, and moved from time to time .

"Who?"

"Death Eaters..."

Hermione could even hear a sigh in his head as he said, "Your safety is the most important thing to me... I would rather have your peace of mind than the Death Eater's life"

"...I hope, I will try my best" she was a little confused, "I miss you"

"Me too... When you come back, the professor will reduce your homework appropriately"

Hmm~ This is good news for Hermione, but she still misses the Grangers in this world, the two who fell in a pool of blood...

Hermione comforted herself and kept saying "Cyrus is by my side" silently.

"Help me figure out one thing, that--woman-d--d--what-" In the quiet of the Leaky Cauldron, her grinding teeth blended with the gnawing of mice," Let me ask you, her so-called loyalty curse."

Even though the Grangers in this world are not her real parents, that doesn't stop Hermione from loving them.

A series of approaching footsteps and noisy conversations suddenly sounded at the door:

"What about others? Didn't you just say that you found a person who took orders?"

"I don't know... who knows if he made an excuse to play with some woman"

"Bah! The bastard..."

Hermione hurriedly got to the back door of the bar, and stood beside a garbage dump... There was even a skull thrown there, which seemed to be just scraped off with a knife, and some flesh and blood remained on it.

Enduring the nausea, she tried to knock on the wall with her wand. Fortunately, the door leading to Diagon Alley opened.

"Did you see that?" Hermione asked him inwardly.

"I see... barbaric and extremely bloody." Cyrus frowned, "It seems that this world is darker than we imagined."

Diagon Alley no longer had the sunshine it used to have, only the biting cold, with some bloody smell in the wind. Here, hope and happiness are contraband, and there seems to be no future to speak of.

"You sound...ugh...much better than me"

"..."

What does this tell Cyrus?Could it be that when I was an apprentice under the emperor, when I was blinded by the darkness, I saw the old emperor using tiles to shock the enemy into ribs?

What's even more suffocating is that at the entrance of Knockturn Alley at the opposite corner of Diagon Alley, someone pierced his chest with an iron spear, hung his hands up, and the skin on his back was torn into two pairs of wings.

Blood Eagle?It looks like some kind of ancient sacrificial act.

As Hermione walked cautiously along the walls of Diagon Alley, she heard an exchange around a corner.

"Hannah Abbott! I think we've made it clear enough that something has to be done to save your father and get your land back... Your time is gone forever"

"I've given you all my bar, what do I need? Crabbe...don't push it too far"

Hermione leaned against the wall secretly, watching Hannah clenched her fists, as if she was suppressing the anger in her heart, but her tone was very calm. Her image was quite different in Hermione's impression.

The rosy-cheeked girl with the two golden braids was no longer there, and when viewed from the side, her face was filled with exhaustion.

"Don't say that, you are also one of the pure bloods of the year...My lord can forgive you." Crabbe just conveyed an order, "Think about it..."

After speaking, Crabbe put on a black bowler hat and left. Before leaving, he said to himself: "Today... probably is the day when the dementors come out to look for food..."

After she left, Hannah leaned against the wall weakly, and the white air came and went with her trembling breathing.

Before Hermione could say anything, she quietly walked out after Crabbe left. Hannah turned her head when she heard the rubbing sound of the small gravel on the ground.

The corners of her mouth curled up mockingly.

"What... are you here for? Isn't this a woman from the Malfoy family~" Bing Leng covered up the exhaustion on his face, "What's wrong? Little-traitor-traitor of Gryffindor"

"I'm not..." Hermione wanted to refute something, when suddenly the magic lamp on the roof of Diagon Alley was extinguished.

"What isn't it? Little traitor... I was so naive back then, I was blind to think that your persistence was right." Hannah heard the sound of gurgling breathing coming from the depths of the dark alley.

The chill seeped into her skin, but she still leaned against the wall and stared at Hermione.

"It's dementors... there are a lot of them!" Cyrus reminded her, "Take Hannah out of here first"

"I don't have time to explain, let's go first... Hannah..." Hermione couldn't help but she resisted, she grabbed Hannah's arm and groped towards the opposite place, trying not to make a sound.

Dementors appeared on the corner of the street, and there were more than a dozen of them, drifting over without a sound. In this empty Diagon Alley, Hannah felt the fear deep in Hannah's heart. It was... a smell that excited them .

More than a dozen dementors made the original darkness even deeper. They dragged their cloaks and surrounded them, and the fear in Hermione's heart was unavoidably aroused.

"What are you doing here?" Hannah looked at Hermione, who was one size smaller than herself, with some doubts.

"Will you believe me if I say I don't know?"

"Go! Hermione...I'm by your side" Cyrus calmed her emotions, his voice was like a whisper, "Use the Patronus Charm"

Cyrus gave her great courage, and when Hannah gave up resisting, Hermione pulled her tight, holding the wand in her right hand and calling softly:

Expecto Patronum~

Hannah froze, she looked at the back of Hermione's head thinking about something... At this moment, she felt the warmth for a long time, this feeling was so familiar that it filled her bleak heart with determination .

The white mist is like a river and a water curtain, isolating the cold wind brought by the dementors.

It was hope, and she smelled of apricot, and the sorrel curls made Hannah smell sleepy.

"Who are you...?" A tear involuntarily appeared from the corner of his eyes.

But Hermione didn't speak, or maybe she didn't hear it. Hannah, who had given up resisting, suddenly whispered: "Turn left ahead, there is an underground wine cellar..."

That's the cellar of the Leaky Cauldron.

After she jumped into the cellar with Hannah, she locked the iron door tightly. The cold made frost on the iron door. She was temporarily relieved until Cyrus said that they had gone far.

"I thought you had almost forgotten..." Hannah covered her face and said dully intermittently.

"Forgot what?"

"Forget...hope..." She got up and lit the magic lamp, the white light revealed Hermione's still young face under the hood, "So? What are you doing here... Want to make something up?"

"Hannah! Look carefully!! I'm not that woman." Hermione was also a little angry, "My name is Hermione Granger!"

"Heh...who knows what tricks you're playing again? Maybe it's for fun with your old friend..." Hannah didn't look cold at the beginning, but her words were still sharp.

No one would have guessed that this mean-speaking girl was the naive Hufflepuff girl back then.

"She's not that woman!!!"

Cyrus couldn't bear it anymore, he used a trace of the Force to condense into an illusion, a golden-white translucent boy jumped out from behind her, looking angrier than Hermione.

And Hermione saw Hannah and Cyrus looking at each other, staring at each other, so she simply hugged her legs and watched the show.

'Well~ he doesn't look very calm either'

Hannah: Shit!Behind the spirit! !