The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

As soon as Gemma Farley landed, she was relieved from the brief dizziness. When she opened her eyes and blinked, the picture was as gorgeous as a kaleidoscope.

But she just frowned, and followed the crowd, at the back of the queue of witches, but the people behind her passed behind Gemma in a distorted form, as if they were unreal.

It seemed that they were facing each other, but the moment they collided, they immediately staggered away.

She froze for a moment, stretched out her hand and waved it, just like just now, the palm of her hand missed the predecessor's shoulder.

Gemma Farley, who noticed something was wrong, drew out her wand. Generally speaking, the Death Eater standing at the door of the toilet would definitely stop it, but even if she stood under the eyes of the other party, it seemed that the man could not see her.

"Gemma..."

"Who?!"

"It's me...this is the mirror space." Cyrus got out from under the invisibility cloak, "Long time no see."

"You...do you know how much the Ministry of Magic is offering for your head?" Gemma turned her head subconsciously, but the people in the Ministry of Magic were still queuing up to work, she narrowed her eyes, "Not good... a little Neither is good...”

Even though Cyrus was subconsciously pointed at by her wand, she didn't make any movement.

It's just that I put my hands in my pockets, as if I was just passing by and said hello to my old friends.

"A reward? What is the charge given to me by the Ministry of Magic?" He asked curiously.

"Expose the magic world, destroy the "Secrecy Act"...and publicize you as a sinner like Grindelwald." Gemma Farley didn't dare to act rashly. With this hand of space magic, it was enough for her to judge where she was. .

Back then, the long silver-white hair was shorter, and it wasn't as shiny as it was when I was a student.

She didn't make a move for a long time, and she didn't know whether she was thinking about the friendship of her comrades in Hogwarts, or worried about Cyrus' strength.

"So are you going to strike at the Ministry of Magic...or are you going to put down your wand and have a chat?" Cyrus said calmly, looking down at him with deep blue eyes.

After five breaths, Gemma finally lowered her hand.

"A wise move..." What made her creepy was a ghostly voice coming from behind her.

Hermione tore off the invisibility cloak, revealing her figure.

From the very beginning, from the moment Cyrus came out alone, she turned behind Gemma Farley, with the vine wooden wand behind her, facing the heart, as long as the other party had the intention of an opponent...

"This is the mirror space, even if you die, no one will find out," Hermione said in a low voice.

"It's really you... Well, I admit defeat." Gemma said with a trembling voice, "So, what's the matter with two big men worth [-] Galleons each coming to see me?"

"Do me a favor and take us in..."

"Impossible~" Gemma felt the resistance on her back, and immediately said, "It's not that I don't want to. Now that the Ministry of Magic enters the door, you must have a proof coin, and everyone related to you will be arrested or monitored."

As she spoke, she looked at Cyrus pitifully.

But Hermione didn't think so.

"When you graduated, no one knew about you and us... You can't be watched!" Standing in front of Cyrus, she said ruthlessly, "Can I think you've surrendered to the enemy?"

A man born in Slytherin, into the Ministry of Magic of the Death Eaters, no surprises, just like Sirius and Ron thought.

Cyrus also showed disappointment in his eyes, and the hand hidden behind Hermione began to exert strength.

"It's true that I'm not a rebel...and I'm not a Harry Potter faction...but I'm a half-breed!" Gemma stared, and gradually raised her voice, "Before I was almost censored, put it on the list!! "

"How would that be?"

"How?" She laughed angrily, "Is the dementor's kiss enough, does Master Pureblood want to treat us to something good?"

"Then you should know what Hermione and I are for..." Cyrus softened his tone, "Gemma, we won't force your choices, but at least don't do wrong things"

Obviously, he already knew what he and Hermione looked like among the group of people advocating blood purism.

As long as there are non-pure-blood wizards, if there is no pure-blood wizard to testify, then they will be recorded on the list of Muggle-borns, and what awaits them is the original Azkaban dementor.

Then trying...it should be them who have already destroyed the "Secrecy Act", and their end will be even worse.

What made Cyrus bragging, though, was that his bounty seemed to be higher than Harry's.

"We're just going to get something, we won't bother you"

"You don't understand!" Gemma took a deep breath, "There is only one way to bring you in, and that is... let the gatekeeper open the emergency passage, and that is usually opened after the executive department arrests people."

But she was not a fool, knowing that it would not be a trivial matter for Cyrus and Hermione to visit in person.

Gemma called Cyrus to stop him just as he was about to leave, looking for other ways or going back to brew Polyjuice Potion.

"What did you go in for?" Although I didn't know what kind of magic it was, but after confirming that it would not be discovered, I said calmly, "Let's not talk about rescuing those students who were arrested... It's impossible for you to do it yourself. Walk"

In areas destroyed by the Death Eaters but later restored, she could see both of them.

"It has something to do with the...Dark Lord..."

Gemma nodded half-understanding, and turned to look at the gorgeously dressed Death Eater.

"Is it important?" She continued to ask tentatively.

"If you get it, you can speed up the end of this war." Cyrus' tone revealed some weakness, "Hurry up and decide, let me save some magic power..."

It's a choice, and Gemma Farley is making a choice between safety and every second of her life.

"You know, when I was in school, I couldn't understand that group of people." She turned her head and said inexplicable words to Hermione, "Slytherin has always been unscrupulous...I am no exception."

Cyrus closed and opened his hands, sending Gemma Farley out.

But she didn't look back at the deserted street like those walking dead members of the Ministry of Magic. Her eyes seemed to pass through the dimension, and she finally untied her collar and walked more proudly than before.

It wasn't until he came in front of the Death Eater that he stopped.

"How?" The man sneered, "You want to ask about the progress of the interrogation again? As I said, wait honestly... At least you can still work for a few days"

"I don't care anymore" Gemma Farley looked at him indifferently.

"Oh?"

"Actually, I've had enough, dumbass!" she hissed with a frantic look on her face, "I'm half-blood, but I'm proud of my Muggle father...I'm what you bloody lunatics are made of." Accused!"

Gemma didn't take out her wand, but deliberately raised her hand, trying to give the man a mouthful.

"Crazy woman!" The Death Eater snarled, grabbing Gemma's wrist, "If that's the case, then you dirty Mudblood...give me dementor fodder!"

The wizards around avoided them, lest Gemma and the gatekeeper's clothes would touch them.

Those witches looked down at their toes... Cyrus and Hermione suddenly realized that all the power they could win seemed to be by their side.

These are nothing but the walking dead.

The Invisibility Cloak re-clothed the two of them, and followed the Death Eater inside.

In the middle of the men's and women's doors was a separate cubicle, and he stuffed the gold coins to prove his identity into the gap like everyone else. He pulled out the magic to control Gemma, and Cyrus and Hermione followed closely into the door.

It looked like a utility room, with only a sink in it. He held Gemma with one hand, and tried to twist the zip cord with the other hand.

"Damn Mudblood..." He continued to curse.

They stood absurdly in the pool, and the man pulled the rope and disappeared into the compartment as if on a slide.

Cyrus knew why there was another passage for the law enforcement department who arrested the criminals, because one toilet could not hold two people.

"Do you really want to rush yourself in?" Hermione lowered her head and raised her shoes in disgust.

"Let's go... You can't just leave Gemma there, can you?"