The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"The weather...is getting weirder and weirder..." When Mr. Granger went out, he couldn't help shivering when he saw the cold fog, and pulled the scarf hanging on the hanger.

This is the beginning of July. It is obviously summer, but the morning is as cold as winter.

Pedestrians on the road are always wrapped tightly in their clothes. When they pass each other, they always raise their heads to keep an eye on each other in the cold wind. The street is more deserted and uneasy than usual.

'Overtime work is prohibited in the UK...It is best not to go out at night...Keep warm and safe' In the newspaper, Mr. Prime Minister made public proposals for recent weather changes and some accidents.

"At least now, we can get off work on time at three or four o'clock." Mrs. Granger cleaned up her things swiftly, and then went out.

The rune symbol engraved by Cyrus on the door frame glowed silvery white in the mist. When the Grangers went out, they realized something was wrong...it was a kind of coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

It was like being stuck in a snowdrift in Siberia.

The door is clearly open, but the thin line between the door frames is like two worlds...

what is that?Mr. Granger was sitting in the car when he suddenly saw a little thing with a round head sitting on a bench by the side of the street in the neighborhood, like a skull in a cartoon, tilting his head slightly towards him.

After he rubbed his eyes, the silver-white shadow disappeared again.

"Dementors must be relying on ordinary people now, and they are multiplying in large numbers." There was a drop of milky white milk at the corner of Hermione's mouth, "Sans won't be discovered by them, right?"

"Don't worry... Sans said he is the best at tracking..."

Holding the glass, Cyrus looked at Hermione who was stepping barefoot on the warm ground, and couldn't help thinking, what would happen if he accidentally spilled the milk and spilled it on her feet?

Maybe his eyes were too direct, and Hermione gave him a blank look.

"If you get dirty, I'll let you... lick-d-clean!" She twisted, in her pajamas, and deliberately bumped Cyrus, who was standing dazed by the kitchen doorway. Shoulder.

The Grangers are not at home right now!

Cyrus couldn't help thinking, if hot milk dripped on those porcelain white skins, wouldn't it look better?

But some things are always not so perfect. When Hermione was still feeding Cyrus at the dinner table and sharing the strawberry cake left by her mother, a call from SHD (Strategic Homeland Bureau) came.

Stitch held a bag of potato chips and turned his head to read a comic book. He really didn't want to see those two people sticking together...

I don't know why, but I just feel sore.

"An accident happened in Downing Street... It's another vicious murder." After the confirmation on the other end of the phone, the line was transferred to Detective King after a while, "Amelia Bones, I think you should be right The name is very familiar..."

That was a relative of Susan Burns, who was a single woman on the Muggle news. Hermione was almost stunned by the news. She quickly turned on the TV and watched the latest news live.

The two of them are no strangers to this name, because they have always seen it around Dumbledore.

"She is a member of the United Wizards of the wizarding world...the one who stands with Dumbledore." Cyrus calmed down quickly, and said to the detective at the other end, "This is a premeditated case."

Just last night, another murder occurred in the Prime Minister's 'backyard', which is a residential area.

The side of the street had already been blocked off. Cyrus and Hermione wrapped themselves up tightly, and led by the detectives, bypassed the large group of reporters who were cordoned off, and entered the yard where the incident happened from behind.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning, but the fog still hadn't dissipated. All the police officers held a cup of hot coffee or tea in their hands, trying to dispel the cold.

"The money has not been stolen, and there is no sign of intrusion... The door and windows are locked tightly, and no fingerprints are left." The police officer who handed over looked at the two curiously, but still said responsibly. Distressing message.

For ordinary people, this is a perfect, textbook-level locked room murder case.

"Ms. Burns seldom interacted with people before her death. According to the neighbors, she has not seen any disputes with anyone..." the policeman asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you detectives?"

He seems to like reading novels very much, so he guessed that the two minors were geniuses in the field of detectives, and even imagined Cyrus' strange temper...

"That's the same thing...here's my ID," Cyrus said with a smile.

Amelia Bones died in her bedroom, still lying on the bed, with nothing around her, only Detective Kim and Sai He were left in the room, and there were discussions from the rest of the people downstairs .

"Since Voldemort's resurrection, there have been more and more strange things." Jin wiped his glasses without any fluctuation in his voice.

Cyrus used his magic wand to gently pick up Ms. Bones's already stiff and white palm. Judging from the energy repulsion of the unicorn hair, it was obviously death by black magic...

"She was in the Wizarding Union, against Voldemort head-on, get ready..."

"Actually, the werewolf matter can't be hidden anymore." Jin put his pockets in his pocket and stared at Burns' body indifferently. "Many people have seen it...and there is also some news from another president."

"But the question is, how did Voldemort and the Death Eaters know that she lived here?" Hermione asked a crucial question.

Let's not talk about whether Ms. Burns will place warning spells, but this is the Muggle world. How did the Death Eaters accurately find her residence from such a large area?

Jin stepped forward to tidy Burns's clothes, and carefully returned the flipped things to their original positions.

"You mean...there's a ghost among us?"

"It doesn't have to be us." Cyrus took out her passport. Except that her eyes were open, she was as peaceful as Burns who was lying now, "As long as you can check the name of the person, that's enough... sorry, ma'am ..."

He went to the bed and held his wand to Amelia Bones' temple.

The time of the murder was late last night, and it is not too late, but Cyrus is not an expert in this field, so he can only roughly use the memory spell to extract all the remaining memories in Burns' brain.

That is the energy left behind in the depths of the brain before the soul leaves completely.

"If it's the Death Eaters, then Mr. Prime Minister's guess may be correct..." Detective Kim said, "He suspects that the royal family is behind it, because they have been attacking the Prime Minister since the broken bridge incident"

"Do you know how easy it is for wizards to manipulate ordinary people?"

Cyrus' wand was floating, and the entangled flocs were put into the potion bottle that Hermione carried with her.

As an ordinary person, Chester King had never seen a concrete object of memory. He was fascinated for a while when he saw the flocs floating in the air like jellyfish.

"Change memory?"

"Wrong, the Imperius Curse...that can easily manipulate people's souls"

Jin's heart was lifted instantly, and he suddenly felt that the Prime Minister was in a greater crisis.