The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the chaos that lasted for a year or so, the main battlefield of Hogwarts was victorious, and the death of Voldemort greatly improved the confidence of other areas.

But how did Voldemort come to be... This has something to do with the environment that has not changed for a long time in the magic world. Even the Ministry of Magic still hides the issue of blood in the bottom of their hearts.

The auditorium was already broken, but under the command of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, the collapsed walls and broken chandeliers were gradually restored to their original state.

Fred's ears were bandaged by Madam Pomfrey. Before he could say something, he couldn't help but dragged George to Colin Krivien to pick some photos worthy of inheritance:

In the future, they also faced Voldemort, didn't they?

The newborn sun brought the light of life, and people vented their joy and sorrow to their heart's content, celebrating for those companions who were lying on the hospital bed or died heroically.

"Us?" Cyrus was surrounded by people, "Naturally, continue to finish the last school year..."

"Okay, okay, let them rest alone for a while!" Ginny stood in front of them, like a Quidditch goalkeeper, blocking Cyrus and Hermione, "Brother, change your place to make a fuss." !"

But Cyrus just sat wearily in the chair, leaning to the right, against Hermione.

The little juice in front of me, and the monotonous toast, were taken out by the house elf from the kitchen storage room... Everyone has bread, and under these conditions, no one dislikes the single wheat bread. delicious.

But Harry changed the most. He leaned on the left side of his cheek and looked at Ginny's fiery red hair.

Penelope came all the way from the castle, with that lean figure and confident smile, Percy couldn't believe his eyes...

"Who is left among those people?" Hermione also leaned on Cyrus, raised her head, and looked at the transparent dome.

"Goyle and Crabbe fought hard, one was burned to death by Smaug...the other was shot dead by shd, Pansy Parkinson is still there, but Draco Malfoy is gone..."

"It must have been Lucius and Narcissa who took their son away when we were fighting Voldemort"

In a clean uniform, Krum, surrounded by a throng of ecstatic admirers, carried the wooden box containing the Quaffle and the Snitch, improvising players as he ran.

"Hey! Do you want to come together, relax!" He yelled towards the place where the most people gathered.

"No, I want to be quiet for a while." Harry declined his offer.

"Ahem...I think I have to relax." Ron hesitated for a while, but in the end he couldn't refuse the idol's invitation. He hastily wiped his hair back and ran over happily.

Of course, there are not only these wizards in the auditorium at this point in time.

The ordinary people who participated in the battle were also included, and they were invited by Dumbledore to rest here, so the students could see the group of people wearing body armor with the Iron Armor Charm engraved on the benches.

After Penello reported the situation, he was also surrounded by a group of little Ravenclaws, asking questions.

They are very curious about shd's work.

"So, how will you recruit in the future?" Kitty Eagle's eyes were filled with stars.

"Recruitment...I'm afraid only Principal Dumbledore can decide this kind of thing." Penello was cornered by the adoring school girls, "Don't worry, I think you should ask, who is still in school Senior Cyrus~"

Well, Cyrus still hoped to enjoy some quiet time with Hermione.

They quietly walked around the table singing songs, their companions howled excitedly, and walked to the central courtyard. Hermione felt something wriggling under her feet. She lifted her foot, and a piece of gravel flew towards the roof.

Dumbledore walked all the way from the other side of the corridor holding his wand, and behind him, everything that was damaged was being restored to its original state.

The restoration work that other professors have seen is a headache, but for Dumbledore, it seems to be as simple as repairing an ordinary Muggle house, and even the destroyed stone statues are reassembled into one piece.

He's always been like this...always hands-on.

"You're not going to enjoy the cheers... oh, I forgot" he winked at the two of them.

"We are just thinking about the next step!" Cyrus did not deny it, but covered the place where the two palms interlocked with his sleeves, "Voldemort is just a warning, if the influence of the old rules is not eliminated, I am afraid there will be more to come." one"

Dumbledore nodded appreciatively.

But this is not an easy task. Although the work of Cyrus and Hermione has reached an intermediate stage, the plan made because of Voldemort is not necessary in the eyes of others.

Especially some people from the Wizarding Union.

"The Magical Congress of the United States lodged a protest with the British Ministry of Magic...they believed that Muggle memories must be erased afterwards." Dumbledore looked at the Muggle soldiers and said calmly, "But their intentions are obviously more than that."

By the way, almost forgot about those daily prophets.

As the best-selling newspaper, it is full of accusations against people like Dumbledore and Cyrus, and wizards just think that "the war of wizards is the war of wizards, and it has nothing to do with others."

For a while, Cyrus also understood the meaning of the goblin Griphook.

"Without the Prime Minister's support and joint resistance, how could it be so simple?!" Hermione smacked her lips impatiently, "Those Yankees have to wait for Voldemort to win, and will they cry when it's their turn? "

Or not, maybe at that time, they will turn their heads to blame the British, why didn't they cooperate with Muggles earlier.

The main thing is an 'afterthought'.

That is to say, the entire wizarding world has been accelerated because of Voldemort, making the wizarding community truly polarized, and the contradictions are so sharp that they cannot be hidden...

For the British wizarding community, there are only two choices, either put down their pride and make friends with Muggles; or take over Voldemort's tail and continue to oppose.

"I know that you are going to crusade against the Ministry of Magic next, and bring together those wizards who love this world... But what I want to say is, don't ignore the people around you who need to be taken care of..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, thinking of some painful past events.

Look at these two excellent students in front of them. Now, they have already assembled their own army, but unlike Grindelwald, no one is afraid of them except those guys hiding in the dark.

People often say that he and she are the saviors, maybe it is...

"Then what are you going to do next?" Cyrus looked at Snape who was walking alone by the black lake, worried that he would throw himself into the lake in the next second, "Professor Snape will not continue to be the headmaster, will he?"

"Of course...not~" Dumbledore deliberately dragged out a long ending, "He is only used to protect the students, and he will not ruin his life in vain at the hands of the Death Eaters."

"Minister of Magic...what do you think?" said Hermione.

"Forget it, it's safer for me to stay at Hogwarts... It's safer for others. I'm not suitable for holding power. Maybe those who never practice power will understand the real 'for the ideal'"

He sat on a rock, stretched out his robe, put his hands on his knees, and kept rubbing the gray clothes back and forth.

"I have one more small request... If, one day, I die, remember to hide my Elder Wand deep in the grave, and don't take it out again"

It was said casually, but Cyrus sounded harsh.

Now that everything around him has just ended, why did he suddenly talk about death... It's not an escape, but if Dumbledore wants to, he can naturally think of some ways to extend his life.

"You are the best principal..."

"I am old, Cyrus, the era that has begun to change belongs to you after all," Dumbledore said, "I have lived for more than 100 years, and it is time to retire"

He suddenly changed his subject and said to Cyrus: "However, I think you are a good headmaster... other headmasters think so too."

"But...but what we are going to prepare next..."

"I'm just retiring, not going to die right away!" Dumbledore said angrily, took out the fudge that he had just taken out of the principal's office from his arms, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Until then, I will live forever." In Godric's Hollow"

There was enough trouble, and he would buy enough time for Cyrus.

But now, at least it was Minerva's turn to worry about Hogwarts.

The three of them sat facing the Black Lake, and they could still hear the singing of the mermaid in the distance from time to time. Smaug and Stitch ran around on the ground, and Bane also returned to the depths of the Forbidden Forest one after another with some of his troops.

The noisy wizards behind them vented their accumulated dissatisfaction everywhere.

George and Fred's fireworks were flying everywhere, and Vice Principal McGonagall...ah no, it should be Principal McGonagall now. It was rare for her to stop them, but she only verbally reminded them to pay attention to safety.

At this time, George and Fred, whose head was wrapped like a mummy, came out of the hall.

"Are you guys coming to have a party?" they chanted, holding up the Ravenclaw diadem that had been cut in half.

"Where?"

"Of course it's Hagrid's cabin~"

George and Fred lifted Cyrus and dragged back, and Hermione on the other side was pushed and shoved by Ginny and Lisa, and the two were once again squeezed together by their friends.

"So... are you going to get married after graduation?!"