The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

It is not only airplanes that can fly in the sky, but also wizards on broomsticks.

As pure-bloods who follow fundamentalism, of course they regard those magically transformed flying motorcycles and flying cars as a joke, but dragons...that's another matter.

Over Britain, a dark and swift Norwegian Ridgeback ripped through the black mist.

"Dragon...it's a fire dragon! My magic can't penetrate at all..." Before a Death Eater could finish speaking, he was engulfed by a burst of flames, fell, and fell into the dragon's mouth.

Cyrus patted her on the head and shouted loudly, "Don't eat this!"

But Smaug just chewed it a few times before spitting it out, and the death eater who was just a bit scorched turned into several pieces of mud when it fell to the ground. Cyrus took a look and vowed to let it go. She brushes her teeth.

It's not just the Death Eaters... even some ground evacuees panicked.

Cyrus felt dangerous, and the body sitting on the black jade back leaned back, but he didn't see anything, but some hairs were still broken.

"Smart isn't it?" Snape said coldly to him while riding on a broom, "You think setting up a few identical safe houses is enough..."

But before he could finish his sentence, he saw Cyrus' raised wand glowing red, and immediately turned the broom upside down, which was really unexpected, and Snape's flying skills were also the opposite of what he usually showed

Immediately activated by the Braking Charm, the broom slowed momentarily, and the attack missed Snape and hit another Death Eater flying beside him.

"Stop wasting time, attack those enchanted houses!!" Snape yelled at the others while dodging Smaug's pursuit in embarrassment.

Cyrus bit him tightly, and threw lightning, cutting curses, and wind pressure all at Snape.

The Death Eaters who received the order immediately fled from Cyrus, and frantically turned their attacks on the houses that had cast defensive magic.

Some of the spells were bounced off by the defensive magic and splashed to the surrounding Muggle living areas. The moment those houses were touched, holes were blasted out one after another, and some even sank into the ground.

"Dumbledore will protect Harry well..." Cyrus looked at the tragic situation below, and tightened the rope to make Smaug turn around, and when he landed on the ground.

"Yeah...but he can't protect Potter forever" Snape laughed cruelly.

Those Muggles were still at home one second, and the ceiling was lifted the next second. The Blasting Curse and Vanishing Curse made those ordinary people scream and howl. Some of them were crushed by the ruins...

But luckily, those Muggles were suddenly rescued when they watched the ground sink and were crushed by the collapsed utility poles.

It's the wizards who live in the Muggle Quarter!

They pulled out their wands, ran out of the strangely dressed houses, repaired the grounds and houses with the Levitation Charm, and rescued the Muggles who were crushed under the ruins.

Yes... they were just ordinary wizards living among Muggles, but when the war started, they were agents of the SHD.

Some are friends of Muggles; some are passers-by who stand by the side of the road and occasionally have a little impression.

"These damned...disrespectful...beasts!!" Hammers Corden, wearing tactical glasses with an 'anti-obfuscation spell', shot towards the shadows that flashed by on the street. gun.

Suddenly, a fire dragon with armor composed of golden and white lines landed in front of him, blocking him from the debris splashed by the explosion.

Cyrus pulled Hammers up and tilted his head at Smaug, motioning for her to move freely.

"Go...prioritize protecting everyone," he said.

"But what about those bastards?"

"Their target is not ordinary people... and someone will attract those people!" Cyrus looked at it at a glance, the whole street seemed to have been washed by mortar shells, and there were still cars stuck in some pits.

Of the many empty houses, only one lived in Grindelwald.

As long as Grindelwald, who plays "Dumbledore", stands up, then Snape and Bellatrix will definitely let the Death Eaters rush there and shift the battlefield from the city to other places.

This is the most helpless thing for ordinary people: once the Death Eaters shuttle through the city, the British will only be beaten.

Those tanks and artillery shells can't be aimed at the surrounding area of ​​London, you know, there are still people living here.

Although the places where the Death Eaters passed by were not like the smell of gunpowder on the human battlefield, they still made the peaceful and beautiful streets in the past dilapidated.

Fang Tada's trap caused the entire road to collapse, and the drop was at least three or four meters high.

Cyrus walked all the way in, and he could see the wounded floating in the air at any time. Some wizards pulled a handful of herbs from their own gardens, rubbed their hands, and slapped the Muggle wounds.

Crying, gunpowder smoke, flames... This is the trauma brought by the Death Eaters here.

"Don't worry...everything will recover..." Cyrus comforted a man in black who was kneeling on the ground, looking sadly at the ruined man in black, and shouted towards the sky, "Smaug! Send them to the sky. Run around!!"

"Hmm~ I thought there would be a lot of work today." The voice of the man in black sounded very ethereal, as if it came from a bottomless cave.

After he turned his head, Cyrus saw that there was nothing under the black robe except a pair of halo-like sea blue eyes, and there was pitch blackness under the hood.

It was afternoon...but even so, the dense darkness hidden under the clothes seemed to swallow the sun's rays.

Nothing but those round eyes looking at Cyrus.

Cyrus noticed that he was still holding a sickle in his hand, so he drew out two wands vigilantly, and pointed at him in unison, not only the appearance, but also the dead silence that came from the depths of the darkness.

"Ah? No, no, no... don't worry, this is my tool... I'm a traditionalist" But he didn't seem to be intimidated by Cyrus, but he was very happy, "Very good, look Come on, I don't have to work overtime..."

His unusual and thought-provoking words made Cyrus a little puzzled.

Apart from his appearance, he was almost the same as a Death Eater, in fact, he looked like a 'Reaper', especially the sickle that was held horizontally in front of his body.

"you...."

"That's right, Reaper...that's right, well, I have to go to other places...other universes, I'm very busy"

The collapsed body of the house caught Cyrus' attention, he pointed at it casually, and the house next to him seemed to go back in time, and changed back to its previous appearance again.

But when he came back to his senses again, there was nothing in front of Cyrus, and it seemed that it was just a hallucination.

What a pity... If it is true, Cyrus still wants to ask how long his father will live.

'The Grim Reaper...don't they all specialize in collecting souls? He recalled the other party's nagging almost to himself, and a certain image in his heart collapsed.

Who cares, since Death doesn't have to work overtime, isn't that good!