The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Griphook will definitely be more detailed than Bill's drawing, but the other party doesn't want to participate in this kind of... war between wizards.

After a few days of rest, Dean and Griphook were left at Shell Cottage, while Dumbledore made some preparations for Cyrus and Harry before leaving: he tapped their foreheads with his wand.

Cyrus simply felt the muscles on his face seem to be squirming...

"You've changed!" Turning their heads, Cyrus and Harry were both surprised.

"Transfiguration...Gellert's little trick" Dumbledore retracted his beard, and his appearance gradually became younger, and he could still vaguely see some of his own characteristics.

This is no longer a 'trick', it is simply more convenient than compound decoction!

Under Cyrus' magic, the three of them came to the Leaky Cauldron from the lonely Shell Cottage in the next second.

Today was the first time that the door was not opened, but old Tom would never be like this. Cyrus couldn't help feeling ominous. After checking whether the magic had been placed, he opened the door with an unlocking spell.

It was a mess inside, as if it had been smashed by a group of drunks.

Dumbledore's tall shadow was cast by the sunlight behind him, he drew out his wand, and kept observing the dark corners and behind the overturned desk.

"Who?" A woman was lying on the fence on the second floor. It was Hannah's mother. "This place has been closed...forever! If it is the search team of the Ministry of Magic, I have nothing to give you!"

close the door? !

No, the Leaky Cauldron never closes!

"What happened here?" Harry asked as before, but as soon as he stepped forward, Mrs Abbott drew her wand and pointed at him, and Harry realized that he was no longer 'Harry Potter' up.

"Don't make me know you very well... But, it seems that you are not from the search team," she analyzed coldly.

"Where is old Tom? I used to come here to drink." Cyrus looked very surprised, "But since the outside has become more and more chaotic, I seldom come out..."

"He was captured by the search team!"

But if Cyrus remembered correctly, Hannah Abbott's family was not a Muggle wizard, and it was also recorded in Professor Binns' 28 pure bloods.

But soon, Mrs Abbott gave a sad answer.

"Because of my daughter...some Death Eaters said that Hannah belonged to Cyrus and Harry, so her father was taken for interrogation" Although she temporarily withdrew her wand, she still stared vigilantly at the three people downstairs. people.

Cyrus heard Harry grit his teeth and mutter angrily, "It must be him... only he can do it..."

"You are not like local wizards." Mrs. Hannah glanced at Cyrus' wizard robes, "Those who still plan to go to Diagon Alley, except for those who can't leave, almost left long ago."

Cyrus simply apologized and walked to the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, passing through the wall into Diagon Alley.

After entering Diagon Alley, there were several Death Eaters or wizards from the Ministry of Magic waiting on both sides of the passage door.

But even though he walked through the long passages and streets, until he turned around and couldn't see the plaque at the entrance of the bar, and the torn poster of the "War Chess Tournament", Cyrus still couldn't get away from Mrs. Hannah.

Hannah...Although he knows that this is very likely to happen, when he actually faces it, he will always have some regrets:

He regrets involving his friends.

"Will they be taken away, like Dean..." Harry said suddenly, halfway there.

"No, I can assure you that even now, Hogwarts can still protect them." After avoiding the two wizards in black robes, Dumbledore whispered, "Snape is not will get them taken out of school"

But Harry just shook his head and continued walking towards Gringotts in silence.

Snape again...must trust Snape again...

Now on the streets of Diagon Alley, the most frequent merchants and customers are no longer the one after another, but a group of ragged beggars, who are crowded at the door of the shop, begging for gold coins from others.

Most are missing something, like a leg, an arm, and some even have an eye missing.

"Children! My children!"

A beggar catches everyone. When Cyrus was observing the newly opened black magic shops, his trouser legs suddenly sank, and his right hand quickly groped towards his waist.

But Dumbledore stopped him.

"Have you seen my child?" The male beggar who lost his left eye, the gauze covered his head was stained with blood, he staggered to Cyrus' feet, his voice hoarse, "They are as tall as you ...have you ever seen it?"

He looked delirious, and before Cyrus could say anything, he shook his head to himself.

"No...you're not her, you can't know..." After saying that, he climbed away again, sat back in the shadows, and looked behind Cyrus with expectant eyes.

As if praying, his children were next to pass by.

Dumbledore's eyes were unpredictable, sometimes angry and sometimes sad.

"They must all have failed the interrogation." Cyrus buried his head, suppressing his anger, "Because these people are of Muggle descent, according to the regulations, their wands were confiscated..."

"Wounds all over my body from the Dark Arts," said Dumbledore.

Without a wand, there was no way to rush past the guards and let them go.

Compared with the group of wizards who left Diagon Alley early, their luck was much worse. Although they would be attacked by a group of lunatics outside from time to time, at least the wizards outside did not need to think about other things.

This is where Voldemort came under his control.

It has completely become a criminal's paradise.