The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Cyrus was still pondering the connection between Voldemort and Harry, but Harry had already come down, and Ron and Neville were escorting Draco Malfoy behind him.

He was bound by the deformed rope, with his head down, not daring to move, but being pushed and pushed.

"There it is." Harry pulled the old faded crown out of his pocket, walked up to the landing of the marble steps, and threw it at Cyrus.

The Ravenclaw diadem that Helena had so longed for, now does not see the glory of the past.

Cyrus quickly pulled out the Gryffindor sword he had retrieved from the office. Under the eyes of everyone, he swung the sword and slashed downward. With a crisp sound, it broke into two pieces from the side of the gemstone in the middle.

And the handwriting that is exactly the same as that on the Ravenclaw lounge can no longer be distinguished.

A blood-like thing flowed out from the fracture in a viscous, pitch-black color, accompanied by violent vibrations, and made an extremely weak hiss.

"What the hell is this?!" Malfoy backed away again and again, afraid of being touched by the black and viscous liquid.

"Didn't your master tell you when he asked you to come here?" Harry said angrily, knocking him down with a punch. "You're never going anywhere..."

"It just asked me to take something, I can't refuse!" Draco's mouth was still bleeding, and he looked at Dumbledore in a panic, "Principal... I was forced, today's matter is terrible." It is none of my business"

His bare arm, marked with the Dark Lord's mark, can be seen on his expensive, ruined robes.

But Draco didn't show much pride. He was completely different from his sister-in-law Bellatrix. Maybe because he knew he couldn't run away, he simply sat next to Pansy Parkinson.

Goyle and Crabbe had their backs to him, and had also been tied up by the Slytherin juniors beside them early on.

After that sword strike, a part of Voldemort's decayed soul species just disappeared and ceased to exist, but Ravenclaw's crown was picked up secretly.

The magic on it is gone, and it is no different from a normal Muggle crown.

"Voldemort knows me very well, and he is also very afraid of me. As long as I follow, he will definitely not appear..." Dumbledore ignored Draco, and just told the students around him.

"And you, Harry... you have to remember, don't hold back, it will help you"

Dumbledore handed the ring of the Gaunt family to Harry's hand, held his hand, and stared into the other's emerald green eyes for a long time.

There was a crack in the middle of the inlaid black stone, and the gap ran through a circle and a triangle.

"This is..."

"The legendary resurrection stone, but don't imagine that it can bring the dead back to life, just think of it as a thought." Dumbledore hesitated for a while, looking a bit reluctant, "Okay, go...I will wait for you here return"

He smiled lightly, as if he had let go of some heavy burden.

Professor McGonagall wanted to go with the students, and at the same time wanted to protect Harry, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

Five horcruxes... and two more....

Cyrus and Harry were circling thoughts in their minds, and both of them thought of a possibility at the same time: Harry thought that he had repeatedly entered the perspective of the snake, and it was probably a Horcrux;

And the resurrection stone given by Cyrus through Dumbledore is a bit unbelievable... He thinks that Harry Potter may also be a Horcrux.

On the scorched earth in front of the hall, everyone got ready one after another.

"Besides the snake following Voldemort, there is also a Horcrux." Harry walked at the front of the line, whispering to Cyrus, "What do you think it might be?"

Cyrus turned to look at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"He said that I... Voldemort and I can only live as one." Harry lowered his head, afraid that others would hear, and said falteringly, "This has nothing to do with the prophecy, but because of..."

"Because of its connection to you, right?"

Harry raised his hand and subconsciously touched the scar on his forehead.

"you know?"

"I guess..." Cyrus said calmly, "Actually, I just think that the connection between you and Voldemort, why did you repeatedly enter the snake's perspective? I figured it out later when I was looking for the Horcrux."

Harry didn't respond for a long time, and Cyrus looked at him, and the other party seemed to be doing something very difficult to decide.

"But that doesn't necessarily mean you're in danger!" he said hastily.

"I'm not stupid...really" said Harry, shaking his head, "It was my choice to observe Voldemort through this connection, and I was easily caught up in his emotions before Professor Dumbledore made me learn Occlumency ..."

"That kind of emotional commonality is the kind that resonates deeply in my soul. I...is that Horcrux...Cyrus"

He had difficulty uttering that word, and when he walked all the way towards Hogsmeade, he turned his head from time to time, but he quickly looked away when others had no time to look at him.

It is impossible to say that you are not afraid of death.

But Harry can only assure you that he's prepared...always prepared for what's going on in his mind.

"But that doesn't mean you will..." Before Cyrus finished speaking, Harry quickened his pace, and he could only catch up and continue, "I can always find a way, I've been through this before Already!"

"If I don't die, Voldemort won't die... Don't you understand?"

Now that they have arrived at the gate of Hogwarts, they will lose a lot of protection when they leave here. All the dark creatures they encountered along the way are all dead, and they have been almost cleaned up by the escorting horsemen.

What's more, the lightsaber magic has been turned on, playing with the wand.

Cyrus stopped and summoned Sans with a wave of his hand, and the lazy skeleton appeared in front of everyone again.

"Look here for me, and do as you please." Cyrus pointed to the dark sky, where there were dense dementors floating above Hogsmeade village, and some of them had sensed them through emotions.

"This kind of thing should be called Andine, she is more suitable..." Sans put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, muttering.

"You protect the residents under Voldemort's control, together with the shd members," Cyrus continued, "Voldemort is handed over to us. Once you rescue the rest, Harry will be much more relaxed."

"no problem!!"

One after another, the crowd split into two paths under Cyrus and Hermione's patron saints, moving towards the village little by little in the dark.

Cyrus, Hermione and others were like a dividing line, separating and diverting the crowd. Ron and Neville finally hugged Harry and then separated, leaving only a red-haired girl in the end .

It's Ginny~

"Why are you here? Go back!" Harry said anxiously.

"George is taking care of Fred, I want... thinking of sending you off..." Ginny said intermittently.

"No...no need, I'll be back soon" He turned around, not daring to look at her again, "Get out of here, you're underage...if anything happens to you, Luo Eun and George can't explain it."

Ginny frowned, took a step forward, but finally stopped again.

For some reason, she was always feeling so lost in her heart. Looking at the figure following Cyrus away, she always felt that she was holding a rope that could not be tightly grasped.

That rope is getting shorter and shorter... about to come out.