The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Before that, Cyrus had already seen Harry being escorted back by Snape, and hid him in the mirror space.

They couldn't make sure whether Voldemort was "stupid" as Dumbledore said, yes, they couldn't gamble, so Harry and Cyrus chose the safest way, and at the same time ensured that Voldemort did it himself.

Under the strong green light, Cyrus even saw the scythe of death....

Voldemort's expression changed from complacency at the beginning to surprise...panic...fear.

Suddenly appeared in front of Cyrus' soul from the fragmented space, facing the most angry and powerful Killing Curse so far, this time he did not choose to hide behind others.

"No... what did you do?!" Voldemort, as Harry's opponent in the prophecy, became the one who was most afraid of his death at this second.

Severus Snape hid in the collapsed house expressionlessly, shedding a tear.

Harry had been lurking in Cyrus's mirror dimension since Harry disappeared from him, like a lion preying on prey, Voldemort miscalculated, it didn't expect Harry Potter to dare to do so.

Rather, what it really didn't expect was Cyrus...

Harry looked directly into those red eyes and green light, wishing that moment would come, as soon as possible, before he could stand, before losing control, before showing fear.

With a flash of green light, it was all over.

'Mom, dear mother, I will inherit your love and everyone's will and faith, through steel and fire, and bury Voldemort in this birch forest land...'

Dobby and Ginny who are busy in Hogwarts Castle, Kreacher in the London Museum... they don't know.

And Voldemort was in more pain, as if he had been blown away by Cyrus' soul, he fainted to the ground, and Hermione inserted the wand that maintained the lightsaber spell upside down, extinguishing Fiercefire, which had no master's control.

Both Harry and Voldemort lay facing each other.

There was a deathly silence over Hogsmeade, and no one outside knew who had won the final victory.

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand and maintained the school's magical barrier by himself, but he couldn't let it go after all. Ever since the blue flames in the sky gradually extinguished, he couldn't stop itching in his heart.

Not just Headmaster Dumbledore, but everyone.

"Harry...Lily...Lily!" Snape muttered, stumbled out of the woods, ran to Harry's side and knelt, his hands kept pressing on Harry's chest and wrists.

He seems to want to find some traces of beating.

Cyrus wandered beside Harry, his chin resting on his fingers as if thinking.

"Is this a success, or a failure?" said Hermione.

"Where is Headmaster Dumbledore's resurrection stone, why don't you take it out and have a try?" Cyrus' words awakened the numb Snape, "Yes... that's right, it's Gaunt's ring, Harry should put it on it's put on"

Perhaps because of professional needs, Snape is very good at finding what he needs from others.

The black ring was in Harry's pocket, and Snape held it in his hand, looking at the ancient engravings on the black stone, but he didn't give it to Hermione or Cyrus immediately.

Just holding it by myself, looking at it in a daze.

The legend of the Resurrection Stone is well-known in the wizarding world, but the number of wizards who can really know the legend can be counted on one hand, and Snape can only be counted as half of them so far.

But does it really have the function of "resurrection"?

Cyrus looked around, but did not find any black figures.

In the end, Snape put it back in Harry's hands, and he gave up...or it should be said, even if he really resurrected people, he didn't know how to deal with it.

"I read that wizard's fairy tale in the lounge before!" Hermione suddenly remembered the boring things she did while waiting for Cyrus on the sofa many years ago. "The resurrection stone cannot be 'resurrected', but it has something to do with the soul."

"Then I think I have a way," said Cyrus.

He could, or rather, his soul could feel the heat of the Resurrection Stone.

The soul of Cyrus stretched out his hand, covering the resurrection stone with his palm, while his right hand pressed Harry's forehead. He could feel a huge pulling force, which came from the surrounding soil.

And even more terrifying is an intuition:

He felt his consciousness being pulled, and had an illusion, as if he shouldn't be in this world. At this moment, he felt that everything around him became false.

'Pull Harry back...' Cyrus repeated to himself in his mind.

It seemed to be a very long journey. He saw the professor who helped him the most when he first enrolled, Quirinus Quirrell, who seemed to be standing on the side of the road looking at the distant scenery.

He's wearing a traveler's trench coat, sort of like he's just come back from the desert, and he's carrying a huge backpack.

But no white turban to hold the head.....

It is not as transparent as a ghost, but it is not as flesh and blood as a living person, but compared with a living person, it is less heavy and looks light.

"Did you see that?" Cyrus couldn't help but walked to his side, this time there was no smell of garlic.

"What did you see? Scenery? Knowledge? Or...the plants you've never seen before?" Quirinus Quirrell shrugged his shoulder straps excitedly, "Or...the next best Teacher Award?"

Quirrell was still a little evasive when he spoke, and he was younger than when Cyrus first met him, as if he had just graduated and traveled around.

"I'm talking about what they say about you"

"Can't see... but heard" Quirrell said, "I'm sorry, the train for the next trip is coming in, I have to hurry..."

"Wait! Did you see Harry?" Cyrus was afraid that he would not remember, and described repeatedly, "The one who is a little shorter than me, but with round eyes... Have you seen him? "

"Of course he and a couple just walked past me"

Only then did Quirrell lower his head and wink at Cyrus, as if urging him:

The train is coming into the station, so hurry up if you want to find someone.

But just when Cyrus made up his mind to move on, Quirrell suddenly asked him loudly behind him, as if he had thought for a long time before making a decision.

He asked, "That... my wand... what do you think of it?!"

"It's perfect." Cyrus couldn't bear to look back, but just walked forward, raising his thumb up above his head so that Quirrell could see it, "It's very suitable for silent spells and white magic, it has helped me many times!"

"That's good...that's good"