The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Comeon~ don't spoil the fun, okay?"

"It's just...it's beneficial to us, we have roughly marked the coordinates of the Ministry of Magic"

Cyrus was leaning on a chair, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the attic on the top floor of the London Museum, watching the cars coming and going below. No one at the Ministry of Magic would have guessed who they were looking for, just above their heads...

Perfect black under the lights.

Behind them were chattering statues, and they kept pointing at the map.

"It's useless, even if ordinary people dig three feet above the head of the Ministry of Magic, they can only get a lot of useless dirt." Cyrus supported his head and looked at the beautiful snow scene.

Christmas is coming, the shops on the streets are decorated with mistletoe wreaths, and the white roads are full of pedestrian footprints, but the next second will be covered again by the snowflakes in the sky.

As if no one has left any footprints in this world...

What he was curious about was what Hermione would be doing now... would they continue to exercise their fighting abilities, or would they calm down temporarily?Who will be the new principal?Vice-Principal McGonagall or someone handpicked by the Ministry of Magic?

Hopefully it's really not Professor Snape, not that he's unworthy...just...Cyrus' personal preference.

"Then what do you mean... if you want to attack the Ministry of Magic, you must be led by a wizard?" Judging from the voice, it was probably King Arthur.

"That's right~" Cyrus' eyes seemed to pass through the soft snow and go straight to the ground, "Wait... It's impossible to rely on Hermione and me for everything, there are not only two wizards in this world ..."

George and Fred were bound to be on their side, not to mention Harry's call.

"I mean... have you ever wondered how wizards stand out?" Arthur touched his chin, tilted his head and thought, "It seems that one day, all ordinary people have to accept at the same time that 'there are always people around us. wizards' this fact"

Although he is the oldest figure standing here, the idea is somewhat simple compared to other recent statues.

Even so, the question Arthur raised was still very important. Even Cyrus and Hermione couldn't guarantee that everyone would accept it. They could only say: take your time.

Voldemort's resurrection is a bad thing... but a good thing it can bring ordinary people and wizards together to fight.

"Sometimes you need some little lies~" Churchill touched some inexhaustible tobacco from Big Brother, and squeezed it into his bong, "For example...the Prime Minister has been secretly cooperating with wizards "

Sometimes it is all true, but it is not as practical as half-truth and half-false.

look!Your social welfare...new energy...national partners are assisted by wizards yes, but you don't need to specify the exact point in time.

Every country has terrorists, and Voldemort is a bad guy!Wizards are also British, so ordinary British people and British wizards should join hands to tide over the difficulties together.

"Since I've been fired, can the 'Joint Project' start?" Cyrus stood up and stretched his waist, "Let's redecorate it!"

He wants to change the place, the decoration is too Muggle and not good for wizards; the decoration is too wizard, and it is somewhat stereotyped for ordinary people, so... just 'magic'? !

"Too expensive, boy!"

"It's not that much trouble... allow me to use a little... magic?" Cyrus bent slightly.

His hands are close together and open outwards, thumbs close together, the two hands are in the shape of a wing, and when he slowly pushes forward, the ground is like a kaleidoscope, turning outwards from under him.

It's not so troublesome outside the school... Cyrus can use the mirror space to slightly affect the reality...

Relying on a little picture in his mind and his own preferences, the attic seemed to shake for a while, and everyone inevitably supported the things around them to stabilize their bodies.

When they raised their heads, they realized that the vaulted ceiling had been turned translucent, and the floor pattern was octagonal and extended in all directions.

How should I put it.... In the words of Cyrus, all the decorations and features are 'magical', but they are extremely comfortable in the senses, rather than the inexplicableness of ancient wizards.

Yes, there are some religious features on the railings and pillars, full of runes.

This is the London Temple of Cyrus.

"Ha! Those who are engaged in construction and decoration will lose their jobs in the future." Winston complained, "But at least the houses in the damaged area can be guaranteed to be repaired, and the money for inspection can be saved..."

"Idiot... Isn't this bad?!" Big Brother squinted at him, "It's almost zero-cost construction, which is a kind of benefit to the entire human society... I can even see the most beautiful sight "

Franklin provoked him deliberately: "But yours has disintegrated..."

"roll!"

Blake downstairs didn't know what happened. He was bored looking at the newspaper with no pictures. When he raised his head to drink water, he suddenly realized that the whole hall had changed.

Simple yet dignified, he thought he had fallen asleep.

"What happened?" He looked at Roberts suspiciously.

The janitor Roberts shook his head dully. Even though he had experienced being tortured by being thrown into the sky by a group of Death Eaters and being chased by a dinosaur with only a skeleton left, what happened just now was too shocking for him.

It's like a dream... I have no clue, but I am psychedelic watching the space flipping.

"Dumbledore... Dumbledore must be here..." He ran upstairs in surprise.

"Go down! We've said it... Don't come up here at random!" Churchill pretended to be angry, and hit his head with his cane when he just emerged from the stairs, "Boy! If you do this again, I will let them send you go out"

"Boy? Me?" Sirius ignored him, "Was Dumbledore here just now?"

"Obviously not only your weird old man can do it...he belongs to all human beings~" They chirped and laughed at Sirius, and said proudly, "Look at your dog head, you really don't know much"

(Cyrus: No~ I belong to Hermione)

Blake has had enough of being laughed at by these guys, even if he watches TV, he will be surrounded by a crowd saying 'huh?We thought wizards would be more powerful'.

As the only wizard in this museum, he is watched like a monkey in a zoo every night.

"Okay, okay...Let him come down quickly, I still want to hear about Harry." Sirius retracted his head impatiently, but his tone was a little weaker, who knew that the change just now was made by Cyrus .

Ah... Getting fired didn't seem like a big deal, Cyrus watched out for any wizards passing by on the street, sat lazily back on the chair, wrapped his wand around, and poured a cup of hot tea automatically from the pot beside him.

During his stay in the museum, apart from walking around every day, chatting with Mr. Prime Minister, practicing silent spellcasting, and preparing to cast spells without a wand, it seemed much more comfortable.

If it was the beginning, this was indeed the life Cyrus dreamed of.

"It's just a pity... Hermione isn't here" Cyrus sighed as he looked at the darkening sky.