The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

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Harry ran to Hagner because he was bored, he just wanted to avoid the limelight.

In Hagrid's hut, Stitch sneaked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest with a few pieces of meatloaf, and perhaps he would not be sent out by the horsemen until night.

Harry sat by the fire, skillfully took off the boiling kettle, everything remained the same, the only drawback was that Hagrid took out his beloved rock cake again.

"It's over this time, everyone seems to think I did it." Harry recalled what happened on campus.

Although most of them didn't say anything in Harry's presence, they just avoided him for Cyrus' sake, and quite a few witches just passed him by.

Only Ginny would secretly comfort him.

"That's normal, Harry, you're a Parseltongue," Ron said inarticulately, stuffing the bread and minced meat.

"If I had known that Parseltongue was bad, I wouldn't have said it!"

Harry chattered in boredom, and the fragrance of the tea couldn't calm him down.

"Well...it seems that your situation is not very good." Hagrid heard their conversation when he was adding firewood. The result will be like mine..."

Saying that, Hagrid was a little dazed, looking very sad, his eyes looked at the tall castle through the window of the hut.

"Hagrid? I don't understand? What do you mean like you?"

"Well...to tell you the truth, the Chamber of Secrets incident 50 years ago, there is a lot of evidence pointing at me, just like you now, Harry"

Now most people know about the Chamber of Secrets incident 50 years ago, and because Professor Binns knew that Myrtle was the victim of that incident, Hagrid simply told the three of Harry.

He rubbed his generous palms nervously.

"I was asked to drop out of school because of that incident, but...but Dumbledore believed me, he knew that the murderer was not me, nor Aragog the acromantula"

This incident was a lifelong pain in Hagrid's heart. He left Hogwarts because he dropped out of school, and his wand was confiscated, so he could only play with some small magic objects.

And now Harry's situation is exactly the same as he was then, Hagrid only hoped that Harry would not become the second him.

He believed that Harry was not as stupid as he was, and should prove his innocence and enjoy the beauty of Hogwarts.

"Then do you know where the basilisk is hiding?" Neville asked in a low voice, without interrupting Hagrid's memory, "Maybe it's where you hid the spider."

"I don't know... Maybe you can ask Aragog"

Hearing Hagrid's suggestion, Ron's head grew big, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He trembled and looked at Harry. This was obviously not a good suggestion for Ron.

"Don't worry, Aragog won't hurt wizards, just say you're my friends... Hey! Cyrus, you're here too? I'm sorry about that... Hermione."

"It's nothing, her life is not in danger anymore"

Hagrid saw Cyrus coming in, and he greeted with a sob, but Cyrus didn't take his seat right away.

"Cyrus!" Harry jumped up from the chair as if being pricked by a needle, "This matter is really..."

"I don't blame you, Harry..." Cyrus shook his head, leaning against the door frame wearily, "Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore asked me to get you ready, the Ministry of Magic will be here soon."

Ministry of Magic? !Hagrid panicked immediately, he stood up staggeringly, his tall body knocked his head on a beam accidentally.

He covered his head in pain and looked at Harry and Cyrus helplessly.

"He... what are they here for?" Hagrid had a bad feeling in his heart.

Cyrus looked a little haggard. From NO.14 to today, he has been running back and forth between clubs, classrooms, libraries and the school infirmary.

The professors were a little numb. They understood Cyrus, so they tried to keep him from writing academic papers together.

But Dumbledore was right. Now that Hermione is not here, only he can stabilize the emotions of most people. If Cyrus doesn't care, Malfoy will be torn apart by the club from the moment he leaves the Slytherin lounge. broken.

This is a responsibility.

"Hagrid...although I don't want to make you sad, I suggest you prepare yourself"

"No, why did you take Hagrid away? Logically speaking, you should take me away." Harry was a little puzzled.

If being taken away by the Ministry of Magic could prove his innocence, Harry wouldn't bat an eyelid, he could understand Cyrus' tiredness.

"Harry, you have Dumbledore's voucher and you are extremely popular in the wizarding world, but Hagrid doesn't. He has a criminal record, and the Ministry of Magic needs a scapegoat."

Obviously Hagrid guessed, but he didn't want to bother Professor Dumbledore any more.

"Won't the Ministry of Magic investigate first?!" Neville cursed angrily.

"No, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have time. They need someone to calm the anger of the parents." As one of the pure bloods, Ron, whose father has a certain authority in the Ministry of Magic, knows the virtues of the Ministry of Magic.

"Think about it! Complaints from all the wizarding parents!! If the Ministry of Magic can't catch the murderer, Fudge can't do it"

Whether the murderer is Hagrid is not important anymore, the important thing is that they need someone to act as the murderer.

Even if it's temporary.

"So that's about it... Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore will also be here, by the way, Harry, this time you will be able to meet Malfoy's father, I believe you will not like it"

Cyrus pouted, sat on the doorstep, leaned against the door frame and began to close his eyes and doze off.

"Cyrus...Harry...remember to go find Aragog, I still remember that he told me that he was afraid of Hogwarts." Hagrid took a weak bite of the rock cake.

When the afternoon passed and a starry night greeted them, their minds were dull.

Hagrid, who was pouring water, panicked and almost gave the rock cake to Fang the Hound for dinner. He seemed uneasy, even though he knew what was going to happen next.

The tea in the kettle almost drowned the fire because of his shaking hands, and he forgot to put tea in the teacup.

Harry and the others hurriedly placed the cake and snacks on the table, and then sat with Hagrid, which made the honest giant Hagrid feel a little better.

"Here we come..." Cyrus opened the curtains and saw the shadows under the night.

They stared nervously at the tall wooden door, Hagrid gripped Fang's reins firmly, and then there was a loud knock on the door, and Cyrus slowly opened the door.

"Good evening, Hagrid... Cyrus, Harry, Neville, Ron"

It was Professor Dumbledore, who greeted everyone as soon as he came in. His words were full of casualness, not as formal as in school, which made the nervous Harry and the others relax a bit.

Just a very serious expression.

Followed by a stocky, stocky man with a face full of anxiety; a pinstriped suit, bright red tie and black cloak looked eerie.

"It's the Minister of Magic! My dad's goddamn boss," Ron gasped, whispering in Harry and Neville's ears.

This nondescript dress was none other than Cornelius Fudge.

"Hagrid~ I'm so sorry, we have to come here." Fudge looked at the pale Hagrid, and said very fast, "This is the second incident, and this time the victim is in the Muggle world. With a huge…”

As he spoke, he gave Cyrus a strange look.

"Great fame in Muggle circles... are you Mr. Cyrus?"

"Um"

Cyrus just nodded calmly, his voice squeezed out of his nose, walked to the table opposite Hagrid and sat down, eyes slightly closed, and sat there straight.

Such as a settled ancient pine.

For a moment Fudge didn't know what to say.