The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Once you get something, you will naturally need to go back the same way.

Cyrus kept his left hand in his pocket, holding the locket. When they returned to the hall, they were stopped by a tall wizard just as they came to the door of the cubicle.

Wearing the costume of the Minister of Magic, his long black hair fell to his shoulders, and there were silver strands in his beard.

"What are you doing here, Miss Farley?"

"Minister Pierce, I..." Gemma Farley hesitated for a few seconds, her voice dry, "I want to ask someone about something, you know, the interrogation process has been dragging on for too long, which has interfered with my work "

"Ah~" Pierce Thickness said lazily, "Have you talked to criminals recently?"

"No, nothing at all..."

"That's fine," Pierce said, "we don't reject half-bloods, as long as you're not as bad as pure-blood traitors and mudbloods"

But just as the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, another black-robed wizard suddenly ran out from the cubicle. He folded his palms, half covered his mouth, stood on tiptoes, and stretched his neck until it reached the minister's ear Speak softly.

But Cyrus could still hear some of their words.

"Flint is missing...someone..."

When this person handed over the post, they found that no one could be found, and the corpse was invisible, even though they opened up every possible place where the corpse could be hidden, they couldn't find it.

Of course, because before leaving, Cyrus threw Flint into the mirror dimension.

"Show me Weasley!" He glanced at Gemma, and immediately walked back, "Maybe former members of the Order of the Phoenix want to save them..."

Hermione, who thought the matter was over, turned around and just bumped into Gemma who was standing still. She could feel the temperature around her gradually getting lower, and Gemma Farley's muscles tensed up.

Dementors, they came out of the workshop,

Perhaps it was the Death Eaters looking for the "missing" Flint, but they now seemed to surround Cyrus and Hermione (but in the eyes of others, it was around Gemma Farley).

Rotting hands flicked back and forth in front of Cyrus and Hermione.

"Then you go back to work... come back!" Shinkenis angrily urged the four or five dementors.

But they were still unmoved, and anxiously moved around Gemma, "scouring water", but Cyrus and Hermione, wearing the invisibility cloak, could barely avoid the exploration of those withered fingers.

Time and time again, Gemma couldn't breathe...

But the hearts of Cyrus and Hermione have long been connected by the Force, and the evasive movements can be said to be synchronized.

"How is this going?!"

"I don't know...probably what they found," the Death Eater confessed honestly, "Dementors don't rely on their eyesight to distinguish, they must have sensed something and took her away!!"

"I'm a mixed race! I tell you I'm a mixed race...Mr. Minister" Gemma took a few steps back, but where could she go?

It was like the abnormally cold air above London, pouring into her throat, every step was a little colder, the feeling of despair and helplessness invaded her heart, and then gradually spread throughout her body.

Rotting, blood-scrubbed hands gripped her arms and shoulders.

"Come back! Damn you bastard!" The newly appointed minister didn't have any good looks for this kind of 'tool' used for war.

Gemma leaned against the wall with a pale face. Fortunately, it would be difficult to find the Invisibility Cloak if she didn't deliberately use magic items to observe. In the end, the two returned to Muggle society according to the way back.

The two couldn't wait, almost as soon as their front feet stepped on the stone brick floor, when their back feet stepped out, they had already returned to the familiar marble tile floor.

Kreacher threw down his broom and jumped in front of Cyrus.

She took the locket from her robe pocket.

The locket was only the size of an egg, just enough to be held in the palm of your hand. Under the light, the letter "s" composed of countless tiny emeralds shone brightly.

Except for dust, there is no trace on the outside.

"This is... this is the Dark Lord's locket" Kreacher pricked up his ears, the white fluff inside was clearly visible, he stared at his eyes like a crazy Gollum, "Kreacher promised the young master that he would It destroys..."

"You haven't left yet?"

"Master Sirius asked Kreacher to take care of the two mud...guests here, and he wants to see the locket destroyed!"

This is Kreacher's obsession, an order given by Regulus before his death.

The front of the locket was like two small golden doors. When Hermione held it, she could understand what Gemma meant. She felt the pulse of life... beating slightly.

"Could it be a heart?" she said.

"This isn't Davy Jones' chest, Meyn"

Dumbledore said that Hermione had the hope of destroying the Horcrux, so the girl held the locket firmly in her hand, and the blue force lightning flowed between her fingers, gradually forming an arc.

I can see malicious lightning flashing across the outside of the box, but there are no cracks...

"This is something from Slytherin, not Voldemort's unprotected diary," Hermione sighed, "but I can feel it inside...it's probably a split soul"

But Cyrus didn't immediately let Hermione continue to try. He had seen Grindelwald's appearance, and that zombie-like withered hand was the best proof.

He paced back and forth in the hall, and then he seemed to confirm something by gritting his teeth.

"Kreacher's magic didn't work, so only the sword of Gryffindor is left," Cyrus said, "A week later, when school starts, Professor McGonagall will be the new headmaster, let her use that sword to destroy it"

Until then, Cyrus will be responsible for keeping the Horcruxes exiled in the mirror dimension.

((??w??)? Everyone, please take a day off tomorrow!)