The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This specially made potion, filled with black magic, quietly suspended above the cracked stone basin.

Both Cyrus and Harry fell silent at the same time, which was the worst possible solution, but Cyrus tried both, and couldn't transform, couldn't be removed with the Vanishing Charm, and couldn't make them separate.

This emerald green liquid, even if Cyrus scooped it up with a cup and poured it into the lake, it would appear in the original place out of thin air...

"This is Voldemort, let me think again..." Harry turned his head and looked for the boat, "At worst, let's go back and ask Professor Dumbledore."

But the wooden boat seemed to sink back into the bottom of the lake silently after they landed.

In other words, Cyrus and Harry are stranded on an island in the middle of an ocean whose surface is like weak water and nothing else can float.

Voldemort, who has been avoiding death, turned the place where the Horcruxes were stored into a hell.

"If it's what you said, then Tom Riddle likes to see other people suffering and struggling, think about the time in the orphanage." Cyrus tremblingly turned the aspen wand in his hand into a teacup.

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor!!" Harry shouted loudly in the direction he came from, but there was no response.

Looking at the calm and dark lake, Harry thought a lot. He thought of his mother again, and thought of Principal Dumbledore on the other side.

So he turned back to Cyrus and said, "There is no doubt that Voldemort does like this, so it means that the person who drinks the potion must be in special pain!"

"If life must be worse than death, why not us, Harry"

Cyrus raised his eyebrows and smiled at him relaxedly, as if he was shopping for the first time, but with such a sunny smile under the green light, Harry felt a little hopeless.

Don't think too much, Dumbledore knows it, Cyrus almost knows it; and Cyrus knows space magic, Dumbledore doesn't necessarily know it.

Harry sank his heart, faced Cyrus, finally gritted his teeth and broke his heart.

That's right, even if Dumbledore came, maybe he would let himself drink this dangerous potion...

"We are still young, and this necessary suffering is not small for an old man like Dumbledore," Cyrus had already said.

The emerald green and transparent liquid, in the porcelain cup, is like green tea, not poison that seems to make people die in the next second, and Harry followed his example, filling the cup and putting it in his mouth side.

Their faces suddenly laughed under the green light.

At this moment, they seem to have returned to the time when they first went out and played, and what they are holding now seems to be a bottle of soda that has just been taken out of the freezer in the store in summer.

"Would you like to say something?" Cyrus pursed his lips and smiled.

"Let's see... wishing wizards and Muggles eternal peace?"

After the two clinked glasses, they drank it all in one gulp. Their grip on the stone platform was not so tight, but relaxed.

Cyrus frowned. There was nothing wrong with the entrance, neither bitter nor astringent. They filled another glass and drank it all while laughing. Maybe the glass was too small, until the fifth cup, There was an accident.

From the depths of my heart, a kind of sadness suddenly emerged, as if all the people I loved had left me.

"In the future... what are you going to do?" he said hoarsely.

Cyrus' face began to twitch, and he began to recall disturbing things involuntarily in his heart. He repeatedly warned himself that it was all fake, and used the conversation to divert attention.

"Something like an Auror...well...probably..." Harry said drowsily, slurring his words.

"Then...good luck to you and Ginny!" Cyrus held Harry by the shoulders, steadying him.

After the sixth cup, he seemed to have a nightmare, in which he saw many people again, including Gandalf, and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

He fell on Gandalf's body, holding on to the other's tattered gray robes, as if he was dying, but he couldn't bear to leave him... They...

"I don't want to...don't go..." Cyrus' eyelids began to tighten.

At the same time, Harry's cry suddenly sounded in his ear, and Harry covered his face and sobbed, panting and shouting nonsense: "Come on to me... no no, no, mom... I beg you"

Cyrus clutched his stomach, stood up leaning against the base of the stone basin with a pale face, raised his hand, and poured another full glass of the water polo, which was half small.

"Harry, hang on," Cyrus muttered, head hanging.

This time, with the abdominal pain of being stabbed by the orc, he saw Gu Yi, but his back was facing him, and his body began to emit a little bit of starlight, floating like sparks, like a dying candle that was about to go out.

Cyrus fell to his knees with a plop, and slowly crawled towards Gu Yi.

However, just when he grabbed the opponent's ankle, it was like sand, and suddenly dissipated from the place he was grasping. Cyrus was in a hurry. He covered his stomach with his left hand, and began to pull with his right hand.

But there was no gain, and with a burst of sighs, he left him.

What made Cyrus finally break the defense was Gu Yi's last look back, and the doting, relieved, and regretful eyes switched back and forth, and the nightmarish scene reappeared again.

In his mind, there was her voice of regret:

"From now on, you will be alone, and you will grow up..."

"It's all my fault, my fault! I can't...don't force me" Cyrus hugged his head, curled up and screamed, "Stop, stop...I don't like it so!"

Harry was woken up by that shrill growl, and then it was his turn again.

"I wish you and Hermione... a lifetime of good health!" Harry lifted his glass and finished trembling.

The whole island was filled with the cries of Cyrus and Harry. Sometimes, Cyrus would put his arm on Harry's bumping forehead; sometimes, Harry would hug Cyrus' shoulder to comfort him.

Even being protected by Cyrus' hands, Harry would groan, beat his chest and stamp his feet from time to time.

"Please, don't hurt them...come at me, no...no!"

"Don't die...don't do that, Quirrell...we'll get through this, don't leave us..."

The only thing that has changed is the emerald green water polo that is gradually disappearing.

After an unknown amount of time, Cyrus and Harry leaned against the stone pillar with their eyes closed. Fortunately, their choice, the poison they took together made the effect not so strong.

Cyrus was the first to wake up, drenched in sweat, his blond hair matted together.

"water..."

Little by little Harry crawled toward the surface of the lake, his hands just barely reaching the surface.