The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Where are you going... How about Castle Howard? I heard that the garden in front of the castle is still a holy place for weddings." Penelope followed Hermione, muttering furtively, and some of the agents below went to explore gaze.

What is their young big sister doing?

"He hasn't..." Hermione said nervously, distracted by her thoughts.

"Not yet?!" Penello covered his mouth, and immediately lowered his voice. No. 1 in the intelligence department is still serious about his work at this time, "Seriously, why don't you take the initiative? "

"What are you thinking! I mean... none of us are adults yet!"

But Hermione didn't object to the 'initiative', which made Penello turn his head and gave Cyrus, who didn't know what was going on, a sour grimace.

"Honey, the wizard is an adult at the age of 17," Penello immediately added after hearing the prompt in the headset.

"But Cyrus is only sixteen!" Hermione walked into the small glass-enclosed room, watched Cyrus swallow through the frosted glass, "My parents will kill you!" mine...."

"That's your parents, shouldn't they kill the black-hearted little angel?"

He stood there like a walking fragrant fruit.

But when Hermione thought of the experience of "sharing the same bed", the stone hanging in her heart was put down again...Her curiosity would come out from time to time, and she always wanted to explore and understand Cyrus, like That's what she's good at.

There is a spiral staircase outside this small glass room, which is a certain distance from the ground.

She brushed her hand over the table and found that there was not even a speck of dust on it. Looking from the front, she could see the intelligence personnel on the entire seat. Looking back, she could look directly at all the screens by raising her head slightly.

The whole world became so small that it could fit in her eyes.

"Mr. Prime Minister's elite in charge of intelligence are here...Combined with a wizard, we can know the movements of the whole world." Cyrus opened his arms, as if embracing his lover.

And the Weasley twins, with whom Cyrus is still cracking the secret of the 'Marauder's Map'.

With satellites, the Marauder's map of Hogwarts will be expanded to the entire UK...Europe...even the earth. In the future, if all goes well, there will be the entire solar system and the Milky Way.

"So... this is really mine?" The corners of Hermione's mouth finally rose uncontrollably.

"It's always been yours, after all... you're one of the founders too, aren't you?"

"But now generally speaking, the Operations Department has the most people." Penelope sighed, and temporarily took off the earphones. "Many Muggles need a certain amount of time to get used to after being exposed to 'magic'."

Perhaps Muggles who have experienced a series of wars such as Desert Storm or counter-terrorism all year round are so indifferent to 'magic' things.

After all, for these people, life is the best gift from heaven.

"There will be more in the future, and now Diagon Alley is open..." Hermione firmly believed, and took out a small piece of paper, "This is the logo, but it's just a preliminary design... You just look at it."

It is also her 'summer homework'.

Cyrus only had time to take a quick glance, and before Penello quickly put it away, he still saw a pattern similar to 'A', which seemed to be interlaced with lines to form stars.

It's like using a knife to make a rough imprint on the bark of a tree.....

The map on the screen is marked with large and small orange dots, but most of them are concentrated in chaotic areas such as Mexico and Somalia, as well as some large cities.

Those are the places where the warlords united against the peacekeepers and where the suspects disappeared.

Suddenly, a young woman hurried over with a document between her arms. Penello's smile, which can only be seen on campus, instantly calmed down, and she listened to the report seriously.

"There are no outsiders here, it's okay~"

"Yes!" The woman didn't dare to be too curious, and could only glance at Hermione casually, "The former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was sent to the Prime Minister's side, saying that he was going to be an advisor..."

Cyrus was the first to react.

If Fudge became a consultant, let alone the question of whether to believe it or not, the first thing to be exposed would be the traces of those innocent wizards. Once Voldemort knew about it, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Can you get him out?"

"No." The woman shook her head. "This time, the current Minister of Magic personally sent an order."

"Keep him away from the residential area, he and Malfoy are inseparable," Cyrus said, "especially the Prime Minister... If you want to pass the message, you must let someone else pass the message, or choose it in a public place"

Headmaster Dumbledore also appears to be back, though he and Harry are looking for a new professor.

In the room on the same floor, Hermione also saw Lockhart. His room was full of all kinds of Muggle novels, as well as old newspapers from years ago.

Seeing Cyrus' arrival, he was a little nervous...

Hermione caught a glimpse of the scarf hanging on the hanger and a dark blue wizard robe. He seemed quite comfortable here, and no one would bother him.

The desk was piled with manuscripts, and Lockhart, wearing a pair of spectacles, was awkwardly typing on a Muggle typewriter.

"I...my books are marked!" He saw Cyrus picked up a novel and flipped through it with relish, so he stopped typing and said, "Of course, I mean the source of inspiration... .”

"I know, but... do you have any thoughts on Hogwarts?"

Of course Cyrus knew that he would mark it now, otherwise he wouldn't put him here with confidence.

After all, this is not a big deal for Lockhart now. He has figured it out a long time ago. What effect will it have on him.

Rather, it saves some trouble.

At least, those competitors and book fans would no longer say that his stories were stolen or cheated.

"What's the meaning"

"I want you to write some novels about Hogwarts and wizards." Cyrus looked at the "Werewolf Murder" with burning eyes, and suddenly his heart came to his mind, "Freedom, write whatever you want!"

"But...but isn't that too good?" he said timidly, "I mean, Muggles' thinking is slowly changing now"

"Don't you like to fantasize that you are the savior? In that case, you can write Voldemort... It doesn't matter how you write it, as long as it is a true description of Hogwarts"

Lockhart capitalized on several magical detective novels by taking advantage of the recent 'werewolf' incident.

Hearing what Cyrus said, he instinctively wanted to find an excuse to avoid it. When he turned around and poured tea, he glanced at the hanger, and stood there in a daze. The tea overflowed and scalded his hands. come over.

He flicked his wand and cleaned up.

"Well...I'll think about it..." Lockhart hesitated about this order that wasn't an order.

"By the way, there is one more thing I want to trouble you before school starts." Cyrus was as casual as he was with a friend, but Hermione was still behind him, hesitated for a while and then said, "I want you to help me tidy up memory..."

As soon as the words fell, Hermione's hand touched his forehead.

"Your brain is broken?!" she said in horror.

"Yeah! You played it badly!" Cyrus pretended to be vicious, and said through gritted teeth.