The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

When the news reached Dumbledore, the principal was shocked. This was something that no one expected, but it was so in line with Voldemort's unscrupulous crazy behavior.

"I want to go back and see..." Cyrus stood in the office, but Dumbledore could hear him not asking, but declaring.

"Go, boy..." Headmaster Sprout of Hufflepuff sent him a warm, heavy hug, "It's unfortunate...but your father was there to save the Grangers, yes a great man”

Hagrid was also wiping away tears.

"My dad left at such a young age, and then Harry's mum and dad...hope your dad makes it through"

Huge tears welled up from the corners of Hagrid's rough, wrinkled eyes, and finally mixed into the messy beard. He tremblingly pulled down the felt hat that Durmstrang's student gave him.

He had met Cyrus' father several times.

But the impression is not deep, it gives the impression that it is no different from ordinary people, but when something bad happens, he will still feel sad.

Grindelwald was also here. When Hermione's gaze turned, he shrank his hands inward, but he was still caught by the girl. In the black robe, white flashed past.

The white gauze soaked in the potion wrapped Grindelwald's entire left hand.

"Slughorn, I will find a way to get the memory." Dumbledore said calmly after getting the confirmation, "I will notify Arthur later and let them accompany you back..."

At this time, the portrait on the other side shouted: "And my great-great-grandson! Let him go with you too!!"

After speaking, he got up and left the portrait, heading to Black's ancestral house.

It wasn't that Principal Black was afraid that Cyrus would throw his portrait into the trash can in the future, but out of pure anger, the other portraits were clamoring.

If it weren't for the conditions, they would even want to jump out of the photo frame...

But among this group of people, Snape was the most out of place. He stood there contemplating, but his eyes never left Cyrus' back.

Sometimes I am surprised by the roars of those past principals.

"Your hand..." Hermione grabbed Grindelwald after the deans withdrew.

"It's a small matter... just a little curse." Grindelwald waved his hand indifferently, but kept his left hand under the black robe, "Don't worry, the Horcrux has been destroyed~"

"That ring has been destroyed?!"

"That's right, there is a curse on Marvolo's ring. I have to admit that that lunatic has no bottom line. If it weren't for my strong skills, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get a hand back..."

Dumbledore looked at him, very sorry for that.

The principal said: "Actually, I was supposed to come, but Gellert insisted on making up for the past."

The news was transmitted very quickly, and within half an hour, a large green flame burst out from the fireplace in the office, and Arthur Weasley and Sirius spun out one after another.

Perhaps because he was walking in a hurry, Arthur got out while putting on his clothes.

Everyone was anxious about Cyrus, which also made the boy's numb and cold heart arouse. As soon as Arthur came out, he hugged Cyrus.

"My God...the last time I panicked was because of Harry's parents..." Arthur said.

"Let's go!" Sirius caught a glimpse of Hermione who was at a loss, so he turned his head and comforted him, "Don't worry, your parents are fine. According to my information, Annie rushed over to save your parents."

They are the most trusted people of Dumbledore. The moment he heard the news, the headmaster chose them without hesitation.

Before Hermione had time to say goodbye, Cyrus was left Hogwarts by Arthur and Sirius, each with one arm, and left Hogwarts through Floo powder. She wanted to go with her, but...

But before he left, Cyrus still turned his head and gave her a reassuring smile.

After a large number of Muggle murders and missing children occurred, the seriously injured Anne Klein was sent to the SHD emergency center, but he was unconscious for a long time.

Mrs. Granger's face was pale, and her husband hugged her tightly.

They looked at the fully armed soldiers who usually only appeared in the anti-terrorism news, and felt a little panicked in their hearts. As the only ordinary people left in that area, they were sent to the safe room by this group of people.

While going through layers of checkpoints and guard posts, Mr. Granger vaguely heard the names of "Hermione Granger" and "Cyrus".

"Our daughter... Hermione..." the wife in his arms finally couldn't help asking.

"You mean Miss Granger?" An agent who looked like the captain squatted down and said, "She is one of the founders of SHD, and the ones who attacked you before were wizards called Death Eaters."

The Grangers couldn't understand how their daughter got involved in these things.

"You mean, that group of people came specifically for us?"

"That's right... They don't know your real identities, so they want to kill everyone in the whole community..." Agent Kelso said, "My boss is Penello, and at the same time Miss Granger's friend"

Everything they have encountered seems to have lifted a corner of the appearance of the entire world.

This shock was even more shocking than the first time they knew that Hogwarts was a school of wizardry. The Grangers hadn't even recovered from the meaning of their daughter and Cyrus' names.

Mrs. Granger sat there blankly, feeling strange to her daughter for the first time.

"Is Hermione safe? Those Death Eaters, why are you looking for us?" Her first thought was Hermione's safety.

"Miss Granger is safe, the reason those people want to find you is also because of Cyrus and Granger... Now we are preparing for war"

war?

The third world war?

This word is still too far away for ordinary people, but if you think about the recent cases carefully, you can understand it.

Mr. Granger took out a piece of sketch paper from his pocket. There were torn marks, as if it had been ripped from a portable drawing book. There was no trace of blood on the slightly yellowed paper.

It was wrinkled, but Mr. Granger could only smooth it out tremblingly.

The above content made him and his wife choke up...

It was a woman, and the way she smiled was somewhat like Cyrus.