The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

At ten o'clock on Thursday night, Hermione, with the help of Cyrus, went into action.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly and naturally, even the Dementors and the Death Eater squad that had turned into black smoke dispersed and patrolled Hermione's surroundings.

"Are we going to distract him?" Hermione said, referring to Neville.

"The bigger the movement, the better..." Cyrus looked at Hermione, who was eager to try, and held his forehead helplessly, "Neville alone may not be able to dig out the sword of Gryffindor."

Hannah was placed in a hut outside the wizarding world by Neville, and he went to the Forbidden Forest with a military shovel on his own. He didn't even know if he was qualified to hold the sword of Gryffindor.

The gate of Hogwarts was tightly fenced, a tall oaken door stood there, and directly opposite was a lonely train track.

Even the Hogwarts Stretches were destroyed, these things were rubbish to the Death Eaters, they seemed to think that Muggle things were not good enough for wizards.

When the distance was 100 meters, Cyrus used superb skills to push and destroy the distant oak door with only force, crushing it in a devastating way, no matter how huge the door was.

It is also just an ordinary door without any enchantment as a symbolic meaning.

The two Death Eaters standing guard at the door didn't even react. They only heard a "boom", and the door behind them to isolate ordinary wizards was destroyed.

The ornate, carved door is now a pool of debris.

The two Death Eaters thought they were dreaming, and they could believe what was happening before them because... this was the first time anyone had breached the Ministry of Magic and Britain in over two months since the fall of the Ministry of Magic.

Cyrus' Force attack was like a signal, and Hermione used the Force to enhance her body's natural abilities, and her efficient agility made her quickly come to the left side of the Death Eater.

The lightsaber lit on the wand pierced the enemy's chest, while another was pushed off a cliff by her.

"How long can the Force spirits exist?" Hermione asked in a deep voice.

"Enough to support you for a day..." Cyrus did not cover his face, because no one knew him, "This is just a collection of my consciousness, and I will focus on ensuring your safety"

Such a mighty sound was enough to attract others, even the werewolves and vampires who had been chasing Neville stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They turned their heads, trembling like melting jelly.

The Death Eaters who were immersed in the carnival in Hogwarts also felt a sense of oppression.

Cyrus stood at the door, reciting in the ancient Elvish language:

"Whatever evil hides here

i order you to show up

ICommanditrevealitself! "

Hermione beside him exuded a dazzling white light, and the translucent barrier centered on the girl was pushed to the surroundings like lightning. Wherever this magic barrier passed by, there was a burning sound of 'Zi Zi'.

That was one of the few poetic magics he mastered.

The dust and rotting leaves on the ground moved without wind, clearing a path for Hermione.

Sitting in the auditorium enjoying drinks, the nobles who were immersed in desire were shocked by their attack. No one expected the accident to happen, and they immediately fumbled for their wands.

Hermione kicked the door open with quick small steps.

Even Cyrus was shocked by the layout of the auditorium. Hermione's dark side was growing rapidly in an unknown way at this moment, even as much as she was studying the knowledge of the dark side of the Force.

They finally got a clear view of the auditorium Neville and Hannah called "Purgatory":

The long tables of the four colleges were piled up with food, among which there were some naked people lying on them, the aristocratic Death Eaters who were crooked due to indulgence were lying crookedly on the chairs, and some of them even hugged a few women in absurd ways;

In the very center, there are several iron chains hanging from the vaulted roof. At the lower end of the chain, there is an iron hook hanging several dead wizards. From the pale and painful faces, it can be seen that they are probably Harry, Ron and Percy and other wizards;

It is not difficult to see that probably the Death Eaters and Voldemort preserved them magically for the sake of showing off.

There were several people in black robes sitting on the teacher's bench, both men and women, all sitting there tall.

"Kill the intruders!" one of them ordered. "You idiots...take out your wands! They're the Liberation Army!!"

The Death Eaters subconsciously imagined Cyrus and Hermione as the rebels of this world, and Cyrus' reaction was even faster, throwing tiles and roasting the nearest Death Eaters.

And Hermione dodged their attacks using her Force-enhanced body and prescience, killing enemies with spells and lightsabers while the violence of the dark side shattered their guts.

The women ran away screaming, while a small number of Death Eaters were still looking for their weapons in the chaos.

One of the Death Eaters took out his wand, and a stream of flames burst through the windows of the auditorium and exploded in the air, forming the tattoo-like pattern: a skull spitting a snake letter.

"You look like you need help..." An old voice sounded behind Cyrus.

Cyrus turned his head abruptly. To his surprise, the force spirit that suddenly appeared was Count Dooku. He still kept the crimson dress of the council.

Again, whenever he needed help in his heart, it always seemed to be answered.

"Dooku?!"

The old man lightly used force to crush the neck of a man holding a poisonous blade. He quickly looked at Cyrus and said with a smile, "Has your ideal succeeded?"

Dooku looked at everything around him, and at the grown Cyrus, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Looks like you've escaped that cloud of disease"

"...Master Dooku..." Cyrus used the Force to prop up a barrier for Hermione, "Although I miss you very much, but... it seems that now is not the time to discuss"

"Don't worry, little Cyrus, I'm not dead, at least not dead."

Dooku's leisure and elegance seemed to make the Death Eaters in the seat extremely angry. They cast the Unforgivable Curse on the two of them with a magic spell, as if they had heard the other's wail of being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

But... the reality is not like this, the spell containing emotion and energy was broken by Dooku.

Instead, Dooku used powerful dark forces to destroy the minds of the neighboring Death Eaters, who were killed by Hermione and Cyrus for their brief incapacity to fight.

"Don't worry... I'm just curious, just take a look." Dooku pointed to his heart, "The Force is guiding me"

He glanced at Hermione's lightsaber-wielding sword style and instantly recognized it as the second style.

It seemed to prove that Dooku's heroic spirit concentrated the force on Cyrus, and he waved his hand at him calmly and left, as if he had come all the way to say hello.

"Dementors... more than that! There are other things..." The force barrier that Cyrus propped up prevents the enemy's attacks from harming Hermione, he is her absolute defense, "put Harry's body first take away!"

The Cutting Curse accurately cut off many ropes, and Cyrus caught their bodies. Apart from the stiff limbs and pale complexion, there was no peculiar smell.

It can be seen that Voldemort made them into a kind of exhibit and wanted to hang them here forever.

It was his spoils.

'Rest in peace...' Cyrus flicked their eyes.

Their actions made the Death Eaters panic. Today, my lord just went out to clean up the miscellaneous fish. If you find that the body of the loser has disappeared after returning, then everyone here will not be spared.

"Put him down!!" they screamed, attacking them with the Unforgivable Curse frantically, "Ghost? The Dark Lord will throw you into the basilisk swarm and torture you forever!!"

"Dark Lord? At least now I'm the one you should fear."

Hermione's voice behind the steel mask had a somewhat processed mechanical sound, which was very dull. She pinched a person's throat with her left hand, and kept Soresu's three-way block with her right hand.

Perhaps the marks of the Death Eaters were too obvious, and the sky quickly dimmed.

The candle that could not be extinguished by the wind on the table in the auditorium was also swallowed, and the magic lamp flickered on and off. This was the darkness brought by the dementors.

And outside the gate of the auditorium, the roar of the werewolf and the sound of the sword cutting into the flesh also sounded.

"Let's go! You take Harry out...let him return to his homeland!!"

As soon as the words fell, a vampire's head was thrown in, and it was Neville Longbottom who came!

(Wait a moment)