The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the universe, the astral body walks aimlessly in the darkness, and human beings appear so insignificant in the infinite universe, as insignificant as dust

In the darkness, a few rays of light suddenly appeared in front of him, and Cyrus stretched out his palm to cover the light that suddenly appeared.

But the footsteps did not retreat, but moved forward firmly

"You know very well that sometimes people have to break the rules..." A cold and kind voice sounded, sounding very neutral

"But I don't want to be responsible anymore, these burdens are heavy on my shoulders," Cyrus responded softly,

"You don't really want to succeed." The ray of light slowly came to his side and floated around him, "You're just too afraid of failure, Cyrus, go, go..."

"wait wait wait"

He tried to catch the pixie-like dancing lines, but was pulled back by a huge force

"Go...go, don't be afraid to fail...my boy..."

"To feel...to see and to find, Cyrus...to find...love..."

"You can...I believe"

The voices of the old man, the woman, etc. intertwined and echoed in the darkness, and Cyrus hurriedly glanced to the side as he was pulled back quickly.

It's Anakin Skywalker!

With his hands behind his back, wearing the Jedi robes of his youth, he looked at him with a smile and nodded

"May the force be with you"

.........

like?This is an answer that can't be obtained in a lifetime, because there is no answer, countless doctrines and wise men have countless definitions

For Ancient One, love is love, just like no matter how sad the people on Earth are, she will choose to protect them, and the same is true for Gandalf and Jedi, who love the world more than themselves.

Cyrus waved his hands wildly, waking up from the dream

Stitch lifted the quilt, sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and called out to Cyrus a few times

"Wow, crackling (too noisy)"

Leaning on the back of the wooden bed, the morning sun had already shone through the window at the end of the bed, and finally got up, dressed, thought about it, and finally put the alder wand on his body together with his aspen

"Hatred... always makes people lose their minds." He patted the two magic wands fixed on his waist. This is his price, the blood of innocent people

He hugged Stitch, who was still sleeping with his head down, and got up.

Today is Friday, and as an agreement, Cyrus needs to go to the Dursleys' house to find Harry

"Huh... 4 Privet Drive... um... Little Whinging, Surrey" He and Stitch brushed their teeth with dim eyes, trying to recall

"Goooooh! Stitch, let's hang out today"

Cyrus was worried, if he left it alone at Granger's house, there might not be a single part of the house intact when they came back.

"Wow~ (Got it)" Stitch rolled his eyes and immediately ran to the dining table to wait for his favorite bacon sandwich

"Are you sure it's a pet in the wizarding world?"

Mr. Granger was sipping his morning tea, looking at Stitch, who was sitting obediently on a chair, playing with his two paws, he was a little disbelieving, "It looks like some kind of experimental product... produced by Frankenstein or something... .”

"I think it's cute!" Mrs. Granger put the food in front of it, rubbed her little fluffy head, and glared at her husband, "At least it's not like someone reading a newspaper while eating."

The man laughed twice and quickly rolled up the newspaper.

And Cyrus was on the phone with his father, but the other party sounded a little hesitant, and he thought for a long time before saying

"Okay... okay, but you can go tonight...forget it, I'll pick you up later..."

"Night?" The boy was a little puzzled

"That's right, you know, my job is to patrol the night shift..." The voice on the other end of the man began to prolong, and after a long delay, he whispered, "So you can come to see my work at night."

"Okay." He grinned, a little suspicious of this strange request

Cyrus returned to the dining table, biting the fried fish stiffly, dipped in cranberry sauce, thinking about the words in his dream, he was indeed evading responsibility for more than two hundred years

His eyes moved to the Grangers, as if they were looking for some answer, but it was a pity that they almost touched the silk thread.

"My talent is not good at all..." Cyrus still didn't understand why the teachers had to choose him, he stuffed a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, got up and left

"Ancient one... old soul..." Thinking about it, he suddenly fell down on the ground, so frightened that Cyrus got up with his head in his arms and rushed to the yard outside the door.

Because Annie Klein was on the night shift, he took a taxi to Granger's house to pick up his son and Hermione Granger

And Mr. Granger looked at the man and nodded. Although he could bring Cyrus and Hermione, but at the same time, the impression of Annie Klein in his heart would plummet.

He looked down on a man who couldn't take up his due responsibilities.

Cyrus was a little curious, the man had a strange look on his face, his temperament looked much better than before, maybe he had a serious job, and his appearance was not as sloppy as before.

"So... are we going to your classmate's house now?"

The man shrugged his shoulders, a little embarrassed, scraped his nose with his crooked fingers, looked at Hermione for a while, and finally drifted towards the passing car

"Yes, he's at No. 4 Privet Drive" Cyrus led Hermione and walked beside him

The atmosphere fell into a dead silence again. Hermione frowned, squeezed Cyrus' hand tightly, kicked him quietly, and hurriedly asked Mr. Klein

"What is the main type of that museum? How big is it?!"

"Ha! You asked the right person." Klein thanked the girl in his heart, and at the same time quickly glanced at the little hands held by the two of them, "The newly opened museum is quite big, with two or three floors. "

"A museum mainly about history? Great!" She shook Cyrus' little hand

"Ah ~ yes, I happen to be interested in history"

Cyrus is actually not particularly interested in these, but just to accompany Hermione

Stitch rides on Cyrus' neck, wears sunglasses, holds a lollipop in his mouth, nods his head to the music when passing by the video store, and sometimes looks up at the surrounding houses curiously, Return rate is super high

"Wow~"

Some street photographers happened to take this harmonious picture.

However, Klein just glanced at Stitch in surprise at first, and didn't say anything. This surprised Cyrus, thinking that his father would say something like "monster" and "demon"

Finally, Annie Klein stopped a taxi, and the three of them headed to Privet Drive.

Arrived in Little Whinging, Surrey, got off the bus

"By the way, I almost forgot." The man took out a brand new wallet from his pocket, and took out a cash card and check from it, "This is yours."

Klein scratched his face, a little embarrassed, but at the same time very proud. Of course it is a good thing that his son can make more money than himself, but it will make him seem a bit useless as a father

"The check was for £[-] and the cash card was applied for in my name"

There was some pride on the man's vicissitudes of face, he stuffed something into his son's hand, and let Cyrus hold it firmly

"Good job! Cyrus, very good, you just..." He suddenly lowered his voice, lowered his head and whispered, "That's how it should be, let those weird wizards see it"

"You look much better." Cyrus looked at his father carefully at this moment, "a little stronger..."

"Ha~ You know, patrolling the museum at night alone is very boring, so I just do fitness... Anyway, you will learn a lot today" Klein said happily

They came to No. [-] Privet Drive as Harry mentioned. The houses looked very tidy, and the houses in the whole community had their own garages and warehouses.

Klein tidied his clothes, put a baseball cap on his head, straightened his bow tie, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it!" The door was pulled open with an iron chain tied to it, and a fat man watched from the half-opened door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for Harry Potter..."

"Potter? No! We don't have a Potter here!"

The man who looked like a bearded Afghan hound glued together with superglue suddenly yelled out of courtesy and tried to close the door

"Hey! I'm here!!" A boy's voice yelled from the back of the room, sounding hoarse, "Cyrus! Is that you?"

"Bang!" It's a pity that Annie Klein stretched out a foot to get stuck in the crack of the door, and then his burly body knocked the door open, and stretched out an arm to remove the bolt of the iron chain

"What are you doing! You savage!" The man's face flushed with anger seemed a bit funny to them, "Penny! Bring my shotgun."

"We're just looking for a kid named Harry Potter who goes to school with my son..."

Klein turned sideways to let Cyrus and Hermione behind him, but the muscles on his legs under his suit pants were tense.

"Vernon, who is it...Harry Potter! You don't want to go anywhere!" At this moment, a boy wearing round glasses ran out, followed by a woman trying to catch him

"Ha! Wizards? Freak school? A bunch of freaks...."

A boy as fat as a pig in the living room heard the conversation at the door, and came out curiously with a book in his hand. Seeing Cyrus, he opened the book to the cover with puffy eyes, and looked at the author's photo for comparison.

"You...you are..."

It turned out that this fat Afghan hound was the Uncle Vernon Harry was talking about. He frowned when he heard the ugly insulting words in his mouth.

To Klein, the group of wizards who suddenly appeared and took his son away might be freaks or demons, but his son is definitely not!Superior grades and trend-setting novels are all proclaiming to him-this is a genius

Stitch on Cyrus' head also showed his sharp teeth, let out a low growl, and flashed his sharp claws.

"Hey! My son..."

"Pot! Your freak friend is looking for you, get the hell out..."

Annie Klein supported the brim of his hat, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard on Vernon's face. Vernon, who was caught off guard, was knocked to the ground by the fist.

"Your son is a freak! You bastard!!" "Ah!" Klein's roar and Petunia's scream startled Harry a little, he hurried forward, grabbed Cyrus and Hermione, and ran out

Klein, who was belatedly aware of it, also quickly slipped away, and he didn't forget to close the door when he left.

"This is also learned at work." Seeing his son's weird eyes, Klein followed them out of the community in embarrassment

Dudley was also dumbfounded, what is this?The idol's father punched his own father, should he laugh or go up and ask for his autograph?

(I'm afraid you have waited too hard, there is another chapter to add more)