The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The headmasters in the portrait were definitely pretending to be asleep, and Cyrus stood in front of the wall, staring at them carefully for a long time until Phineas Nigellus Black's beard twitched.

He couldn't hold it anymore... so he secretly twisted his mouth.

"Don't pretend to be asleep!" Cyrus bent his fingers and knocked on the portrait like knocking on a wooden door. "Wake up quickly... Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

"How do I know? He never tells us much..." Blake roared feigning anger, "Get your dirty hands off you, you... um... Muggle wizard!!"

"You're so old... really..." Eupracia Moore bent down, her arm passed through the frame of Principal Fusco's picture, and hit Blake on the head, "Now Albus doesn't At this"

"So what..." Black seemed to think of something, his voice gradually weakened, his eyes were big and small, and he looked at Cyrus strangely, "How did you get in?"

Cyrus was a little confused by this question.

"That's how he came in. Doesn't Professor Dumbledore usually lock the door?"

However, it is more likely that Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall just came out of the principal's office. Cyrus pointed to the oak door that closed automatically.

The former old principals on the wall looked at each other, and then Dai Lisi Dewente laughed first. She also graduated from Hufflepuff College. She was very familiar with the sorting hat and Dumbledore. interested.

("Dilys" means "sincere", the setting does not specify, according to speculation, it is probably Hufflepuff College; Black needless to say, Sirius said that he is the first Gryffindor in the family)

When Cyrus stood in front of this headmaster who was 'well-known' with Dumbledore and Everch, Dai Lisi showed unusual surprise, her silver hair fell down on her shoulders.

"I think he'll be back soon, what's the matter with you?" Dai Lisi gave Black a fierce look, and warned, "Stop talking..."

"Moody...that is, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was expelled by the Ministry of Magic." Cyrus dusted off the sorting hat and put it together with the Gryffindor sword.

"Ministry of Magic? How bold are they?!" Principal Black hissed, "What are you waiting for... Hurry up and drive them out!"

He and several other principals also made a few anti-'V' gestures.

"The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, believes that Dumbledore is training the army at school..." He tried to hold the Gryffindor sword, feeling nothing strange except that it was a little heavy.

Cyrus picked up several key points, including the matter of the 'Senior Investigator' and told the principals in the portrait.

"Heh~ ignorant, Dumbledore personally rejected the power back then, and he rarely regrets the decision he made." Principal Dai Lisi smiled softly, "I think... since Albus is not here, the school has to There is a principal..."

"Isn't there a vice principal here?"

Cyrus clutched his chest and took half a step back. The look of "Don't try to lie to me" in his eyes made all the headmasters dumbfounded. He was already very busy, how could he take Dumbledore's seat as headmaster.

He looked at the vacant seats squeezed out on the wall, and wondered if it would be more lively if Merlin's portrait was moved here?

"Minerva usually treats you well...huh?" The Sorting Hat twisted its body and said hoarsely, "Actually, it's nothing, just let you sit here and chat with me."

"I still have an exam!!"

"Boy! Why are you more cowardly than Slytherin?!" ex-principal Armando yelled, "This is a great opportunity for you to take revenge...that what... Umbridge's old woman, are you willing? "

"I'm not the principal...unless I become the principal, I can almost be on an equal footing with her"

Cyrus mumbled and walked to the round table, and found a small bottle with silver flocs floating in it, which was probably the extracted memory, which was left here deliberately by Dumbledore.

Didn't Vice Principal McGonagall enter the principal's office once?

"You'll know when you sit on it..." Armando rolled his eyes, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Dai Lisi's 'tsk tsk', and saw that the Hufflepuff principal rarely showed a smirk.

Memory.... Pensieve!

Cyrus opened the cabinet next to the wall, turned the bottle upside down, and those flocs instantly sank into melted silver threads, viscous, and slowly fell into the Pensieve, spreading out like ink.

The white clouds began to surge, Cyrus supported the edge of the basin, and slowly lowered his head.

Just like last time, upside down and upside down, he seems to have fallen from the sky, but the environment has not changed, it is still the principal's office, just when Cyrus wondered if he failed...

"I'll be back around mid-December, don't worry, I'll be there in time for the Christmas dinner." Dumbledore's voice sounded behind Cyrus, "Well...the people inside the Ministry of Magic have been arrested, and I need to go there in person A trip to the Wizengamot..."

Cyrus turned his head and found Dumbledore standing beside the round table with his hands folded, looking at him kindly... To be precise, he should be looking in the direction of the Pensieve.

There is an eerie feeling to the extreme, that is, Cyrus feels a past from Dumbledore, which seems to be slowly changing the future.

"Umbridge must be known to you. He is arrogant, arrogant, and extremely narcissistic... clinging to the powerful, so Hogwarts is destined not to be peaceful." Dumbledore seemed to have arranged everything long ago, "Protect them ... Cyrus"

Dumbledore's eyes did not meet his, as if talking to himself, Cyrus couldn't tell whether the old headmasters behind him were really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

Phoenix Fox perched on the wood, combing its feathers quietly.

"Minerva can't deal with the Ministry of Magic. The only ones who can really protect them are you and Granger... Just ask her if you have anything to do. Voldemort is not alone, far more than... I will go to France, then Germany..."

Dumbledore abnormally did not mention Harry, as if he had deliberately forgotten about him.

Or maybe.....the headmaster just counted Harry among 'them', for him, they were all students too, Dumbledore kept emphasizing Umbridge.

"What did he leave behind?" Everl couldn't wait to call Cyrus back to God, and chattered with several other principals, "We are portraits, but we can't look at the Pensieve!"

"Professor Dumbledore said... let me confront the Ministry of Magic in the open?" Cyrus scratched his head and said distressedly, "You know, our association has been shut down, so how can we have any right to confront it directly... .”

"Cough...cough cough!!" Armando looked at the principal's chair, coughing all the time.

"Throat with phlegm?" Black mocked, "Don't spit on me, stay away from me!"

"Sit on it! You idiot!" The Sorting Hat pulled its throat, straightened up beside the Gryffindor sword, "That chair...not this one! It's the headmaster's chair with the headmaster's desk!!"

It was an extremely ordinary oak chair, only a little bigger than the armchair. Cyrus moved over it carefully, fearing that any unusual magic would hold him back.

This scene can't be said to be familiar, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

"Let me ask first... there is no rule at Hogwarts that you must inherit the headmaster when you sit on the chair?" Cyrus poked the cushion with his aspen wand.

When his wand touched the chair, the original red and gold pattern and color changed to a simple embossed pattern of yellow and black.

"What do you think of the headmaster of Hogwarts!" Headmaster Black yelled, "This is not Diagon Alley! There is no vulgar rule of 'you have to buy it if you touch it'! It's not the dark magic shop in Knockturn Alley!"

"I'm just asking..." He pouted.

"Stop being proud here!!"

who knows?

For example, I curiously touched a certain bald-headed Agamotto's eye, and declared that he had been cursed by ancient magic, and he must ascend to the supreme position, so that the brothers and sisters could maintain their lives with magic power...

Cyrus will always remember the astonished faces of Weishandi in the dream: Who knows that a person has gone through untold hardships just to lift a curse that does not exist?

When he sat down, a feeling of warmth and comfort enveloped him, and Cyrus couldn't help but wonder if it was because Headmaster Dumbledore didn't have warm wool socks because he didn't need them?

The flame in the fireplace rose up automatically, burning slowly, and a piece of parchment and quill floated from the other side, hovering in front of him.

"Quickly... order to drive out those savages from the Ministry of Magic!!" Eivor said excitedly.

"So... what's the best way to get the Ministry of Magic to grab the short handle and protect the professors at the same time?"