The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

If Hermione didn't break the rules on the surface, then Umbridge would have nothing to do with her, even though Prime Minister John's Muggle status made Umbridge disdainful, but...

But the Ministry of Magic must also take them into account politically.

"Did he leave anything behind?" Umbridge's tone was a little anxious. If she could, she would of course want to use Veritaserum again, but the price would be to completely anger the ordinary wizarding group at the bottom.

You know, what Cyrus and Hermione changed was not only Muggle's impression of wizards, but also a lot of knowledge and happiness.

Not to mention other places, those wizards in Diagon Alley who recently protested against the Ministry of Magic's blocking of information about Death Eaters because of "The Quibbler" are enough for Fudge to eat a pot.

"No..." Hermione looked out the window, slightly distracted.

"Then... I'll keep an eye on you..." When Umbridge was about to say something cruel, the door of the office was opened, and Filch stumbled in, out of breath. pointing outside the door.

"Ma'am, Peeves... Peeves lit all the fireworks." Filch squatted down, and a section of green fireworks flew in directly above his head.

At this moment, Umbridge thought it was the Killing Curse...

Hermione squinted her eyes and smiled gloatingly. Taking advantage of the panic, she stepped out quickly and realized what had happened: Rocket fireworks dragged a long silver tail like a comet, swishing across the ceiling.

After the other firecrackers exploded on the floor, they didn't stop, but spun and exploded in a series, like snails with endless power.

"Catch it...quick!" Umbridge heard Peeves scream, only to realize that all the fireworks were aimed at the office door.

"I can assure you, it was definitely provided by George and Fred..." Filch hid behind the door, the clothes on his body were burned hole after hole by the flying fireworks. Squibs can't help it either.

Peeves is really angry, because no one has ever dared to drive it away...

"Wow! Wow!"

Holding the torch, Stitch moved nimbly through the corridors, constantly lighting up the fireworks that Peeves dropped from the sky. This was its naked revenge!

When he saw Hermione, Stitch lost interest and raised his hand humbly.

However, Hermione acted as if she hadn't seen it, and nimbly dodged the fireworks, and ran downstairs. For Stitch, who was in collusion with Peeves and the Weasley twins, she chose to turn a blind eye this time Eye.

if not?Did you tell it not to avenge Cyrus?

Perhaps with acquiescence, Stitch smiled maliciously again on his face. He warmed up by rubbing his four hands together, and then jumped from the banister of the stairs to the chandelier.

"Boom! Hit the bull's-eye!!" Lee Jordan commented, "And now Mischievous Mascot Stitch... leads by [-]"

"Fat and ugly pink toad, who wants to turn the school into her pond..." Peeves sang loudly, mocking her in the air, and Umbridge's face swelled with piercing singing. Red up.

"I am the principal! I order you to stop!!"

"No one has the power to order me! You--ugly--h-h-h-h--ghost!"

This is a declaration of war. No one dares to provoke Peeves, not even the headmaster... At least now the students know that Peeves is really angry and won't care about breaking the rules.

It can do whatever it wants.

When Umbridge was blushing and stepped on red high heels, while dodging Stitch's big dung attack, he also chased Peeves who kept singing.

They walked around the whole castle, and even Professor McGonagall didn't see it. When they were in class in the afternoon, they heard Peeves singing passing by, and Professor McGonagall accidentally laughed out loud.

After Cyrus left, the professors seemed to have made an agreement, and they began to comment on his theory of spells in class together.

In the last Charms class, Umbridge, who stinks all over her body and has rotten egg liquid hanging from her messy hair, barged in, but Professor Flitwick just pinched her nose and used magic to block the stink from her body .

"Thanks...professor, can you clear the fireworks outside?"

"Of course, I can clear these myself...but I can't guarantee that I have this power." Flitwick invited her out and closed the door heavily, "I don't want to be kicked out by the Ministry of Magic like a ghost go out"

Hermione was happier this day. Even when Stitch returned to the Ravenclaw lounge at night, she didn't punish him. Instead, she took out a whole box of chocolate frogs.

As for Umbridge... what can she do with an animal? ?

At night, the girl took off her robe and folded it neatly into a square, and then, leaning on it like a pillow, Hermione turned sideways, watching the fireworks in the night sky, and she thought of Cyrus in her heart.

where is he nowWas it with Professor Dumbledore?

If it's Cyrus, can today's fireworks show be more exciting...Perhaps Peeves will be happy to have him come and perform again.

Most importantly...will he miss her?Hermione yawned. To be honest, the days without Cyrus by her side were a bit boring, and even Stitch had no place to act coquettishly.

In the dead of night, Hermione thought of the wonderful adventure back then, and thought of accidentally catching a glimpse of the multiverse. She always felt that... those Grangers could see herself.

"Can you avoid being discovered by the Ministry of Magic?" There was a birdcage beside Hermione's bed.

Now the Investigative Squad, the ones with the 'I' badges on their chests, will read all the owl mail coming in and out of the castle, and they seem to want to use this method to spy on everyone.

Hermione's fingers caressed Mercury's soft wings, touched its feathers...

"It seems that you have no way to escape the Ministry of Magic...forget it" Hermione gave up this idea. If she had known, she would have exercised Mercury's anti-reconnaissance ability.

Even though she and him are in different countries, they are one. When Hermione misses Cyrus, Cyrus also misses Hermione in the same way.

Cyrus summoned Sans, the patron saint, in an inn in Northern Europe.

Looking at this strangely shaped skeleton, Gellert Grindelwald felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if seeing a dark wizard who was good at the Unforgivable Curse saving people.

"Can you deliver the message?" Cyrus said.

"What are you talking about? *brother*" Sans opened his arms, exaggerating the distance, "Do you think I'm an owl? Or have wings... It's too far away"

Seeing that Cyrus wanted to dispel the magic in disappointment, it stopped him immediately.

Sans said mysteriously: "Wait a minute! If you just want to convey the news...I think I have a way to contact Andine, don't ask so much! This is my own method"

"I'm talking about letters..."

"I also memorize the content of the letter, and then let Andine read it when Hermione summons the Patronus next time"

However, Grindelwald is more curious about this kind of Patronus who can talk and have self-awareness. He has never seen this type of Patronus, let alone... which wizard's Patronus is a skeleton? !

"You can talk?!"

"I'm the Patronus, and always will be!" Sans said with a strange look, "Do you want to ask a group of animals to speak? I'm not an animal...just a skeleton~"

It walked over to Cyrus's desk, as if wanting to see what his letter was about.

"Just tell Hermione...don't worry, I'm dealing with Durmstrang"

"Okay, no problem~" It read Cyrus' letter, let out bursts of laughter, and turned its head from time to time, showing a mocking and "so sure" smiling face.

It was obviously a skeleton, with an unexpectedly rich expression.