The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Dryness and pain swirled in Cyrus' throat after he drank it, as if smoke had been spit out mouth to mouth by Smaug.

Every time I breathe, my lungs hurt violently. .

"A clear spring is like water..." Cyrus' teacup was immediately filled with clear water, and he quickly raised his head to drink it all down, but the clear water disappeared as if it had been sucked into another dimension.

His mouth seemed to prevent water from entering, and whenever the cup was placed on his lips, the clear water disappeared.

Then Cyrus bit the tip of the wand and put it in his mouth, panting from his throat, he said hoarsely, "Clear spring...like...water!"

still doesn't work...

He could clearly hear the splash of water from the wand, but there was no moisture in his mouth. Cyrus could only give up, coiled the locket around his neck, and leaned on the stone base to meditate.

Trying to use tranquility to forget the sourness in my heart and the needle-like pain brought by every breath.

"I can drink...Cyrus, I can drink it!" Harry lay on the shore, constantly using the cup transformed into a wand to scoop up the lake water, his pale face was the same as the corpse at the bottom of the lake.

But now that he could drink water, Harry's breathing was not so heavy, and his voice was not so dry and hoarse.

"That's corpse water, Harry!!" Cyrus closed his eyes, ignoring it, his whole body was shaking, and he tried his best to restrain his hands that wanted to tear off his clothes and scratched at his chest.

But the more restrained he was, the more obvious the pain in his lungs and heart became as time went by.

Cyrus' brain seemed to be in a dream all the time, in a trance, he couldn't even tell the difference between dream and reality, and tears hung on both sides of his cheeks.

After slowly calming down, Harry was startled by his own thoughts, and he lay on the ground retching non-stop.

But the pain did decrease. This may have been intentionally designed by Voldemort. Harry turned his head to look at Cyrus, who was also weak, and temporarily put the question of "why he couldn't touch the lake" behind his mind.

He could only refill the glass, turned around and hurried towards Cyrus.

The anxious Harry leaned forward clumsily, hitting his head on the stone, and the cup was knocked over at Cyrus' feet...

He could only do this, because something hugged Harry's thigh, and he only felt a chill, accompanied by a cry - a pale, thin child pulling him.

Cyrus could assure that this was the worst potion he had ever tasted, perhaps even worse than Snape's deliberately brewed potion.

In the nightmare accompanied by pain, he kept screaming: "There must be a bright side in your heart... Anakin... think about me and your child..."

But the other party just said indifferently over and over again: "It's too late for me"

Immediately afterwards, Cyrus seemed to vaguely heard several angry voices, indifferent conversations and angry shouts, and several yellow lights flashed in the darkness.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw Harry surrounded by a group of slimy Inferi.

"Shenfeng Wuying! Shenfeng Wuying!!" He shouted while waving the lightsaber in his hand, but there were too many people, and they would not die at all.

Even if those infernal corpses were severed at the waist by the scorching lightsaber, they would still scream in pain while pulling the corners of Harry's clothes as much as they could touch.

With the light emitted by Harry, Cyrus could clearly see the densely packed human heads emerging from the lake.

Just when Harry was engulfed by countless infernal corpses, and his legs were submerged in the lake, a powerful and scorching fire burst out from Cyrus' wand, and the light emitted broke through the dense darkness.

Cyrus held on to the stone base, and each wave of the aspen wand expanded the ring of fire.

Then he pointed at Harry, and the flames rose from Harry's side like a shield, burning those ghouls pulling their clothes into ashes, they screamed, and black smoke kept coming out of their bodies .

Protect yourself with a fire shield! !

The magic spell exchanged from Hermione was combined with Dumbledore's white magic by Cyrus. Those flames seemed to be Cyrus' anger, but even if the corpse on Harry's body started to burn, he didn't Feel a burning sensation.

Harry held out his hand and felt a warmth...like being in the Weasleys' living room.

Those Gublai fairy fires falling around them, although they will not be extinguished, they will not burn together with the stones like Fiendfire.

Harry shook off the ashes on his body, and quickly climbed up, supporting Cyrus with one hand, and covering his shattered head with the other, the flames danced in his eyes.

"Get the boat... back..." Cyrus used all his energy to maintain the ring of fire that protected them while breaking away from the double damage caused by the poison, both mentally and physically.

Harry couldn't be as strong as Dumbledore, so he could only fumble around with his hands.

Finally, he came across something cold, so he held it and shook it, and immediately heard the tinkling sound of copper chains colliding in his ears, and he pulled it up with all his strength, moving it little by little.

Finally, the boat that sank to the bottom of the lake reappeared.

The Inferi seemed to realize that Harry, who drank the lake water, and Cyrus, who got the Horcrux, wanted to leave the island, so they rushed in desperately.

"I forgot... I just wanted water at the time" said Harry, terrified as he fell weakly into the boat.

"I thought so at first, but... the thought of soaking in so many Inferi... I don't want to drink..." Cyrus leaned weakly on the side of the boat, still in the mood to joke, "Harry , if I pass out...remember to use the fire"

Cyrus heard the scratching sound coming from under the wooden boat, it seemed to be biting and scratching from the Inferi at the bottom of the lake.

With a twist of his wrist, the Gublai Immortal Fire that had been surrounding them plunged directly into the lake, burning the Yin corpses that kept bumping into the boat and swaying.

But he was really sleepy... His energy and physical strength had reached their limit.

Seeing that Cyrus's forced eyes were slowly closing, Harry could only chant the Fire Curse, and the weak flame could only scare away the approaching Inferi, let alone those who plunged into the lake.

They are like a lonely ship on the sea, swaying in the storm.

But it's only been driving for more than ten minutes, and I don't know how long it will be left. The last barrier of force is gradually weakening along with Cyrus' spirit...

Bigger flames...Harry, don't forget what I said, think about what you love...that makes you sing...

Emotions affect a wizard's spellcasting, in short, "momentum".

The birth of flames is warm and protective, as opposed to Fiendfire, which is destructive alone, and Harry becomes more and more uncomfortable when he thinks about the pain caused by the nightmare just now.

Harry thought in a trance: Dear mother, I will pass through the ruins of steel and fire, and inherit your will...

The ordinary blazing fire gradually released some silvery-white gas, but Harry also passed out in the end, and he seemed to see a stag running through the flames towards the depths of the darkness at the end.

Cyrus stood up, raised his hand and cut off the hand that was reaching for Harry.

But the Inferi had more heads, their visionless, sunken black eyes, staring at him and Harry in unison.

Just when the magic power in his body was almost exhausted, and he could only protect the small boat with force, a burst of fire suddenly lit up in the distance, and that kind of fire was even bigger than Biles'.

Illuminating the entire sea, those huge palms of flames supported the boat and moved with their movements.

Cyrus has been holding on to his spirit, and as the flames faded, he finally saw Professor Dumbledore on the shore. Dumbledore pulled them up while holding his wand high.

"I saw the Infernal come to life, and then I saw Harry's Patronus...I've never seen anything like this before, that stag with flames all over his body rushed in front of me"

The body of the stag was stained with Cyrus' Gublai fairy fire.

Dumbledore held Cyrus and Harry in his arms, biting his wand to maintain magic, which was another thing wizards had never seen before.

But luckily he's used to it...at least with Cyrus.

"Then I'll sleep for a while..." After seeing Dumbledore, Cyrus finally fainted in relief, and fell asleep under the warm embrace.

"Don't worry, you're safe...you're safe!" Dumbledore didn't even bother to look at the Horcrux hanging around Cyrus' neck, he wrapped his arms around the two of them, activated Apparition and left.

When he opened his eyes again, Cyrus found himself lying beside his father's hospital bed.