The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the principal's office, Dumbledore leisurely fiddled with the small silver alchemy object on the table.

"Albus... the one who should be put down here is you" the principal Eupracia Moore on the wall exhorted, "the parallel world has not been confirmed, and you should understand..."

"I know...I'm just, thinking." Dumbledore showed a rare sad expression, "I won't change anything, and this is not time travel"

The pile of portraits of the headmaster was surprisingly quiet, even Headmaster Blake fell silent, except for the occasional chirping of birds.

"I don't understand! Albus!!" It was the former principal, Armando Dippet, who spoke, "So what if you saw it? Do you want to bring Ariana back?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but the hand that was fiddling with the spray stopped.

"Amando..." Dai Lisi said reproachfully, but the old headmaster ignored her.

"I know what you're thinking! But I can also tell you very clearly that this is an unrealistic fantasy!!" He shouted angrily, and his single glasses were shaking.

"Why? I don't expect the god of death to give her back to me...but I can save her from another god of death"

"What about the other Dumbledore? Have you ever thought about it! Even if you save Ariana, can you bring it here! Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

As a bystander and one of the people close to Dumbledore, Armando naturally understood his thoughts.

He scolded: "This is a very serious consequence! It may even lead to the failure of a world!!"

"But... there is always hope in a world..." Dumbledore's eyes were burning.

"Then you look for them one by one! 1! [-]!!" Amando looked at the tangled and painful Dumbledore and couldn't bear it, "You just hope that 'he' will share his love with you !"

Only a sharp reprimand can make a person sober.

Hearing this, Dumbledore slumped on the chair like mud, without saying a word, he closed his eyes, and touched his crooked nose.

Armando Dippet is right, it's not that Dumbledore didn't think of time travel to restore some mistakes, but... the price is likely to be the lives of innocent people, the number is unknown.

But the parallel world that Cyrus encountered was another thing, but just like that, he couldn't let go of it.

Dumbledore can't do this kind of thing, recklessly satisfying the "desire" that cannot be filled, and making up for irreparable mistakes, this is not what he can do.

"Maybe only the Dark Lord Dumbledore can..." He laughed, "Don't worry, Armando..."

"It's best if you understand! That little Hufflepuff wizard understands better than you!!" Amando turned his face away, and finally left the portrait for a while, "I'm so confused..."

No one knew if Dumbledore was asleep or not, he just sat there with his head bowed like an old man dying.

"Albus... what do you think about this?" After a while, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door, she was holding an unsent letter in her hand, and the portrait immediately closed its eyes when it saw her coming in fell into a deep sleep.

"Well...let's talk about it when the Reticent comes, Minerva," said Dumbledore without raising his head.

"I mean... If Miss Granger appeared because of the Time Converter, can she go back through the Time Converter?" What she had in her hand was the application form for the Time Converter.

McGonagall, who was told by Dumbledore, thought it would be good to just replace the broken one with a new one.

"No... as Granger and Cyrus said, if it's caused by a specific event, I'm afraid it won't work"

But Dumbledore didn't seem worried, and he said immediately, "August Rookwood will come over on Tuesday and fix this first, otherwise the Department of Mysteries will be prepared to lose a converter permanently."

But apart from Dumbledore and McGonagall, there is no second person, and no one can refuse this temptation.

"Don't let Severus know about this..." Dumbledore opened his eyes, and he said calmly, "Never let it out... By the way, little Cyrus and Miss Granger recently had Nothing messed up?"

Minerva McGonagall shifted her gaze to the table, and seemed to see the Time-Turner locked in the cabinet through the table, she tried her best to calm down.

"They? It's still the same... It seems that Miss Granger's talent is also very good"

"Hmm..." the headmaster asked after McGonagall was about to leave, "Minerva, if you were given a choice, would you do that?"

"..."

Professor McGonagall stopped there and was silent for half a minute, but she finally gave her inner answer, her voice trembling, but extremely firm.

She said: "No!"

"why..."

"Maybe I'll save him, but I won't let another Minerva McGonagall lose him"

Dumbledore nodded, as if he had an answer, but he still didn't know where to start. He could only wander here temporarily, looking in the direction of Hogsmeade.

At night, Cyrus gave up looking for answers in the library this time, and his astral projection carried consciousness floating above, farther and farther away.

He decides to take a look across the multiverse in an attempt to find her.

Even though it is a finite multiverse, he still can't see the end. He wandered around in confusion, only relying on that bit of intuition.

He didn't know why, just like helping Thorin Oakenshield block the half-orc Asog's knife, he did it instinctively.

It wasn't until the Hogwarts sun shone down on the Hufflepuff dormitory from the lawn mounds that Cyrus slowly woke up, but even then, there wasn't much to gain.

"Good morning~" Granger ran to him blushing.

Going back to the dormitory in the past few nights, Mandy and Lisa are all chattering around her, saying nothing about 'Cyrus', she has no choice but to pretend to be close.

"What exactly?" Cyrus said. "Do you want me to have a good morning, or do you want it to be good whether I want it or not?"

"Or are you talking about how you feel this morning, or are you assuming that this morning will be fine?"

"..." Granger thought he shouldn't talk too much, "a little bit of it? I think"

"So... how are you preparing?" Cyrus reminded her, smiling maliciously, "I would like to remind you that if you don't learn some actual combat, you may regret it when you go back."

Granger looked at him suspiciously, but what he said next made her almost curse.

"Think about it, neither your classmates nor Malfoy know about it, if they bully Hermione... guess what she will do?"

Wait a minute... After his reminder, Granger's heart was lifted.

"Don't...preferably not..."

"But don't worry, at least when you go back, you don't have to worry about Malfoy humiliating you anymore, I can guarantee that at least he won't humiliate you in person..."

Granger was silent, she had forgotten about it, there was no Cyrus there to help Hermione clear the influence.

When they passed through the central courtyard and walked onto the viaduct, Cyrus suddenly froze for a moment, and an inexplicable thought flashed like an inspiration, elusive, only less than a second.

"what happened?"

"It's okay...it's okay, let's go, you must at least learn the relationship between runes and spells today and Sunday." Cyrus touched the necklace around his neck.

"Oh... By the way, who is stronger, you or Hermione??" Granger delivered a fatal blow.

Cyrus replied without thinking: "Do you still need to ask? Of course it's me..."

"Hmm...Okay, if I see her, I will confirm it." Granger nodded cautiously. She was not out of revenge for what Cyrus had done these days, but just wanted to confirm it.

"Don't worry, you have no chance"

"Well, okay, that includes who's chasing whom..."

"Granger!!!"

Cyrus almost shouted her name in annoyance.

"What's the matter?" However, Granger was used to this voice before, "The reaction is so big? It seems that the relationship between the two of you has yet to be discovered."

It's decided, we'll have extra training today.

(Uh, Calvin, there will be a chapter at the end of the update later)