The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the afternoon at the end of July, Cyrus was lying on the sofa limply like a cripple, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, even if Stitch danced on his stomach, he was fine with it.

Boring...so boring!

He held the ukulele, and his fingers plucked the strings randomly, making random and regular tones.

"Aren't you going out for a walk?" Mrs. Granger, who was about to go to work, stood at the door as usual, waiting for her husband to put on clothes and scarves for her. "Anyway, I'm alone at home..."

"What did Hermione do over the summer?" Mr. Granger asked him.

"She's working overtime... right?" Cyrus slumped against the back of the sofa and said weakly, "The headmaster of another magic school is teaching her some new knowledge."

Cyrus hated him so much that he even wanted to fly back to Hogwarts on Smaug and have a duel with Grindelwald.

It's summer vacation!Summer vacation! !

Also, why did Hermione choose to train during the holidays...well, it really fits her character.

In the SHD voice network....

Harry: Thanks George and Fred, I don't know how I'd get through the summer without this watch.

Hannah: New news, the Ministry of Magic has captured two more rebellious wizards.

Harry: There is no difference between the new Ministry of Magic and the old Ministry of Magic... Next~ Isn't there any interesting news? !

Penello: Yes, Hermione worked overtime during the summer vacation, and Cyrus stayed alone in the empty room... How about this news?

George, Fred: Brilliant! !

Gas: what?Boss is so miserable?Isn't this generally a template for noble ladies in medieval Europe?

Cyrus: James... you're on patrol all night tonight!

"The leader of the Sinaloa Group in Mexico, Joaquin Guzmán Loera fled in June 1996, and his whereabouts have not yet been found...The Mexican government is under pressure from the Holy See and the international community..." broadcasted on TV With international news.

Cyrus suddenly remembered that Prime Minister John seemed to have mentioned this matter, and it was also for this matter that he communicated with the President on the other end of the phone.

If I remember correctly, in June 1993, the drug lord Guzman was arrested in Guatemala, but he disappeared in prison recently, and what shocked Mr. Prime Minister even more was the Somalia operation in 6.

It has been three years since then, but recently it was deliberately brought up by the Prime Minister internationally.

"Strange... Strange..." Stitch looked at Cyrus who suddenly got busy like a baby, and said simple words.

It tilted its big blue head, and in Stitch's perspective, Cyrus was lying there in a daze, plucking the strings that disturbed it, and suddenly stood up like a spring, got up and walked around. Rifle things out.

Inside the blue file bag are all terrorist attacks from 1991 to the present...

"Penello, help me sort out...from--from the Somalia operation to the Guatemala pursuit operation!" Cyrus dialed the phone, not even having time to exchange a few pleasantries as usual.

"Aren't those international military operations by Muggles?" Senior Ravenclaw on the other end of the phone heard the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other.

"Hasn't there been frequent purging activities in the United States recently?" Cyrus sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding the microphone between his head and shoulders, and cleaned up the operation codes and photos with both hands, "Pay attention to the movement in Mexico. ..”

He instinctively felt a hint of crisis.

It's not a simple jailbreak: stay in prison one night, then disappear in place the next morning, even with the walls intact.

What big change?

Is this another Voldemort trick?

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Hermione dragged her tired body back home, but there was no familiar embrace to welcome her. The girl tiptoed and slipped to Cyrus' door step by step.

It's really strange... Usually at this time, he would definitely wait for him to come back in the living room.

Hermione carefully pushed open a crack in the door. In her imagination, it was not Cyrus' sleeping face, but a side covered with pictures and red threads like spider webs.

'Night Raid' plan failed....

Cyrus was sitting on the ground with his hands propped back, looking at the messy clues sorted out on the wall and thinking, when suddenly the back of his head fell into softness and warmth.

"You still know how to come back?" He relaxed his body and leaned against it.

"Isn't this just after training... I've been practicing Fiercefire Curse recently" Tired Hermione took advantage of the situation and lay down on the ground in a duck sitting position, her arms stretched over his shoulders, encircling Cyrus.

"Guess what I thought of today?" Cyrus was as excited as a child showing off his new toy when he saw her back, "Look here... the Somalia operation in 1993, familiar?"

Hermione had heard of the failed peacekeeping operation that came to be known as 'Black Hawk Down'.

"Have you ever thought about it? Why all of a sudden, the entire warlord is unanimous?" Cyrus clapped his hands and continued along the lines of fire, "And...why did the Purifiers happen to be operating on the border between Mexico and the United States? "

"Honey...maybe you're just a little too sensitive" Hermione hugged him and said, "Voldemort is not so capable"

How could a lunatic who devoted himself to promoting 'pure-blood supremacy' want to unite Muggles?

This simple lunatic is not Professor Moriarty.

"Maybe this Voldemort didn't... but what about the other one?" Cyrus told her, "This year's prison break even alarmed the U.S. Congress..."

"Wait—wait a minute, what is 'another'?" Hermione turned her ear, thinking she had heard it wrong, "If I remember correctly, Voldemort was resurrected in 1994, what did he do to the world before his resurrection Influence?"

"That's right, the other one! Just like another Granger!" Cyrus' lips were chapped, he forgot how long it had been since he last drank water, "I've been thinking about its clues... .It's so hard"

If Dumbledore hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Cyrus probably wouldn't have believed it.

Voldemort is like a pure-blood knife, and this madman-like double-edged sword is firmly held by the opponent.

The dark tide was surging, and the whole world seemed to be a chess game for pleasure. Cyrus looked at all the 'coincidences', but the clues were too scattered, and he gradually became sleepy while lying in Hermione's arms ...

"Let's talk about it in detail tomorrow." Hermione dragged him and walked out of the bedroom.

"Where are you taking me? Isn't it rest?"

"Is your bed still sleepable?"

Looking in the direction Hermione pointed, Cyrus found that his bed was full of various papers. He subconsciously wanted to draw out his wand, but because of the girl's next sentence, he gave up the idea of ​​using magic again.

"Of course I went to my room to rest..."

"If you don't mind?!" Cyrus retracted his wand quietly.