The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"What's the matter? I don't usually see you in the library"

Cyrus was carrying a few spellbooks, and was writing and drawing in a notebook modeled on Kama Taj, while Ginny was leaning on the stone platform by the window beside him.

"Well... what would you do if you found out who the murderer was one day?"

"Eradicate from the root cause" Cyrus said without looking back.

After hearing his answer, Ginny's face turned pale instantly. She held a diary uneasily, pinching a corner of the book with her fingers.

Even so, Ginny still took a deep breath and held back her crying.

"If...forget it, you should go to bed early, President Hermione doesn't want to see you like this when she wakes up..." After finishing speaking, she bowed her head and walked away quickly.

Enduring her anger, Ginny ran to the bathroom and threw out the diary with all her strength. She found that since she picked up this magical diary, life has been terribly unlucky.

Maybe the brothers are right:

This magical diary of unknown origin may be some kind of black magic item.

Just as Hermione started her Bizarre Adventure, Cyrus received a bit of good news after class last Monday in early May: Headmaster Dumbledore was coming back.

This is great news for Cyrus, at least he won't have to take care of Mag's night watch job every night in the future.

Who would have thought second graders were doing faculty work?

Maybe it's a revelation, since Hermione was 'killed' by the basilisk, she seems to have disappeared altogether, seemingly every 50 years just to kill a non-wizard homeschooler.

"What have you been up to with Lockhart lately?"

While everyone was celebrating the good news, Harry sat next to Cyrus with food, and turned his head to see Lockhart, whose hair was a little dry, greeting them with a smile.

That was the price he paid for the midnight and noon breaks he spent escorting students through the corridors.

Harry firmly believed that if the seat next to Cyrus was already filled by Ron and Neville, Lockhart would definitely come over.

It's not that he's babbling, because that's how it was before.

"Although Professor Lockhart's teaching is not as good as others, you have to admit...he has a way of writing novels"

Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief. Professor Lockhart would come over almost whenever he had time recently, and talk to him about "the novelist's world is small" and "you can be like me in the future."

"Probably." Harry absently poked his knife at the bread on the plate, as if he had some kind of vendetta, "By the way...do you know Tom Riddle?"

He saw this name in Ginny's diary, but the other party's memory in the diary also believed that Hagrid was the murderer 50 years ago.

Just like it is now.

"Students? Heard it among the Slytherin students by chance" Cyrus remembered the name being mentioned by the snakes in the club, who also saw it in the trophy room.

"Harry! I bet Ginny took it, that diary is pure bullshit"

The barbecue made Ron's cheeks puff up. Even though he saw Riddle's answer, he didn't believe it. Although he hated spiders, there was one thing he had to admit:

How could a spider as small as a shoe kill Myrtle?Not to mention that it had been kept in a cupboard by Hagrid.

"I think there's something wrong with that Riddle!"

"How could it be? He's just a small piece of retained memory," retorted Neville on the side.

"No! You don't understand!" Ron glared at the two friends. "This is intuition. As an older brother, you have an intuition. You guys won't understand."

"Oh~ yeah, before my cousin Dudley beat me up, I had a hunch too"

Appeared, the long-lost Porter-style poisonous tongue.

Ginny passed by them at this time, like a frightened grasshopper, jumped away from the side, and then quickly walked away with her lips pressed together in aggrieved manner.

After a set of movements, Cyrus didn't know what to say for a while.

"What happened recently? She seems to be avoiding you all the time." Ron was a little curious, "You won't quarrel with her..."

"Do you want to listen to what I'm talking about?" Cyrus retorted depressedly, "How do I know?!"

"I searched around the bathroom and couldn't find the entrance... What about yours?" Harry recalled his embarrassing trip to the girls' bathroom. "I even opened every stall, thankfully it was night..."

"Neither have I...Harry, have you heard any sounds recently?" Cyrus lowered his voice, only a few heads could hear it, "Since you are Parseltongue, have you heard any sounds?" Possibly from a basilisk"

Harry thought about it carefully, shook his head and nodded again, and said, "I heard it, but only...the time when President Hermione was killed, I can't hear what he said."

To be precise, there should be no words at all, all Harry heard was painful screams and meaningless curses.

After that, Cyrus returned to the school infirmary, and Madam Pomfrey, who was used to him, simply left the care-related matters to her.

But luckily Cyrus was happy to do so.

"The exam is coming soon, will you rush to make up lessons? But it doesn't matter, my grades this year will of course be higher than yours"

As Cyrus wiped Hermione's exposed skin clean with a warm, wet towel, he talked to her, though it seemed to be talking to himself.

But after a busy day, he could only take a breather at this moment.

Cyrus sat on the edge of the bed, buried his head weakly between his arms, his right leg was shaking unnaturally, he was thinking about the connection between Palpatine and Voldemort.

But what is certain is that Pa Huang has little to do with the Chamber of Secrets, and Cyrus can roughly guess the other party's plan:

Drag him to the dark side.

"I didn't expect that... the old emperor is still so insidious..." Cyrus lowered his head, rubbing his forehead against the stiff fingers hanging aside, "Original Force, I need your guidance..."

Just as Cyrus leaned on Hermione's arm and muttered to himself, a few coughs came from outside the curtain, and the curtain was pulled open only after the inside became quiet.

"I hope I didn't disturb you..." Dumbledore walked in, his gaze was always on the girl on the bed, "Although I don't want to hit you, but... it is almost impossible for a person who has been looked at by the basilisk to live."

On the first day after returning, before the headmaster's chair was warmed up, Professor McGonagall threw him a lot of documents, all of which were reports on the 'Chamber of Secrets Incident'.

So Dumbledore, under the leadership of Dean Flitwick, observed the battle marks of the basilisk.

He didn't expect that such a talented student could severely injure the basilisk with the cooperation of the stone statue, but it's a pity...it's a pity that there were no reflective objects around, and he looked directly into the basilisk's eyes.

Professor Dumbledore rushed to the infirmary with grief, although he also hoped that the student would still be alive.

After all, this is one of the wizards who can surpass him in the future.

"No, she's alive"

Cyrus' denial was seen by Dumbledore as evasion and rejection of reality, because he could not see any signs of life from Hermione, and even Madam Pomfrey lost patience.

"I hope... People still have to move forward step by step..." Dumbledore sat down empty-handed, and a chair immediately appeared under him.

"This matter has something to do with the Malfoy family... right?" Cyrus lowered his head, his right leg shaking faster.

Seeing Cyrus tensed up, Dumbledore became a little hesitant. He patted the boy's shoulder with one hand, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"The legend of the Chamber of Secrets, the idea of ​​Salazar Slytherin...Professor!"

"You know it all! But now we can't...can't, the magic world still needs them for the time being, at least until the new order comes out"

Dumbledore was also very heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. If he really turned his face, it would be in accordance with the wishes of the nobles. They wished Dumbledore could overturn the table.

But Dumbledore can't do this. Once the table is turned, what awaits him is the joint expulsion of the entire magic world.

'What?If a powerful wizard like Dumbledore turned his face, wouldn't it expose the wizarding world? ’ they told Minister Fudge, and Fudge believed him.

Dumbledore, who was sitting next to Cyrus, leaned on the back of the small bench like an ordinary old man, staring at the ceiling.

Although it had become a reality, he still hoped that Hermione Granger was not dead, and he still believed in miracles, just as he believed in Quirrell's final choice.

"New order? When will it come?"

"Well... soon... soon" Dumbledore sighed, hesitating for a long time but still couldn't say it.

The new order...at least in his original plan, the moment Voldemort returned.

He likes the saying that Muggles say: what can't be broken can't be built, what can't be plugged can't flow, more than that can't be done.

Some things, the battle between them is endless, it is a life and death struggle.