The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Hermione's mentality exploded. When she was defending Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, her whole body seemed to be spinning rapidly, perhaps the change was more sudden, so that she didn't stand firmly when her feet landed.

'Damn...did someone flip the switch? 'Hermione leaned on the wall, trying her best to restrain her trance.

Maybe it happened once before, so Hermione quickly recovered, but in the process, she seemed to see a figure who was only a little shorter than her, and she couldn't help clicking her tongue.

Hermione didn't seem to find herself at Hogwarts, but in a small storage room.

She looked around, the wallpaper on the wall had already yellowed and peeled off due to age, revealing the cracks underneath, besides, there were dusty desks and cardboard boxes piled up in the corner.

There was no light inside, and the only source of light came in through the gap in the wooden door.

"They're dead?" Suddenly, a voice came in from outside, "Forget it...it's just a Muggle, clean it up as soon as possible, and find the things the master specified by the way."

The voice sounded very hoarse, like old phlegm stuck in the throat for five years.

Hermione lowered her steps and quickly put her wand back in her hand.

"Lucius... your son won't be sad, right?" Another female voice sounded, accompanied by some swaying footsteps, "You know, your heir likes that Mudblood..."

"Alecto Caro...don't talk such nonsense"

This name was very familiar in Hermione's mind. She slowly opened the wooden door, and her swift movements did not make the slightest sound, but soon...she knew that her situation was not that simple.

The faint smell of blood pricked her nerves from her nose. When she looked down at the ground, she happened to see the broken photo frame at the door, and the glass pieces scattered all over the floor. At this moment, her hands and feet were cold.

"How is it possible..." Hermione told herself it was a lie.

She finally knew where she was. This was Granger's cabin, and the storage room was where things were kept.

(Fair fact: Cyrus' 11-year-old makeshift bedroom is this one, but in Cyrus' universe, Wendell Granger vacated the storage room)

The bloody handprints on the white wall were so glaring that Hermione almost lost her breath, her beautiful chocolate eyes filled with horror.

"It's fake"

Hermione brushed the debris carefully, and twisted the photo paper with her left hand. On it was a young couple celebrating their birthday with a girl in the middle: the birthday photo of the Grangers and Hermione Granger.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the bloodstains. There were two people lying on the dining table crookedly, one of them seemed to be heaving slightly, and the blood covered the whole table.

"Dad..." Hermione walked over with stiff steps, and a blood-stained face came into view.

Maybe because he heard her whisper, Mr. Granger still couldn't open his eyes, the remaining words and blood were stuck in his throat, he seemed to be saying something, Hermione leaned over tremblingly and heard:

"Go...go, go..." Then he swallowed his breath.

Blood dripped from table corners and fingers onto the floor.

"tick" "tick"

"Not here! Did that little bitch take the things away..." Carlo cursed viciously, "Lucius! Did you ask your son to notify that Mudblood?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Carol... if she knew we were coming, she wouldn't have hid her parents here" said another hoarsely, "The Time-Turner must have been taken before..."

The quarreling upstairs stopped, and then there were footsteps on the stairs, Hermione subconsciously looked there, and found a touch of gold and white, it was Lucius going downstairs.

He saw Hermione with a look of surprise in his eyes, but quickly hid it again. Just as Lucius was about to speak, the other two followed him downstairs.

"Haha...look what we found" Carlo said crazily, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Lucius Malfoy always looked so arrogant, he looked at Hermione with cold blue-gray eyes, and said slowly, "Hehe...this is the only way to escape reality now?"

He was talking about Hermione's figure, and mistook the woman for drinking the bone shrinking potion.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's control her first..." Nott calmed down, like a hyena ready to prey.

"Leave it to you, the master is waiting for me to go back and pass the message." Malfoy took two steps back, and cast a glance at the two people who were covered in black robes, "Don't tell me, you still can't solve a sixth grader-- Mud-ba-species"

Then the body twisted and disappeared as if it got into a rubber pipe.

The blood on Hermione's left hand came from the corner of Wendell Granger's mouth. No matter how hurriedly she wiped it off, that face would always be so dirty and messy.

The mother's perennially loving face also wrinkled her brows together because of the pain she suffered during her lifetime.

'Look... this is the future you see' In her mind, there seemed to be such a voice telling irresistible power.

"Mudblood...Hand over the Time Converter." Carlo also took out his wand, and stopped Nott temporarily, "Give up the Converter, and the master will allow you and Malfoy's heir..."

But what responded to them was Hermione's Splitting Curse, and Carlo quickly blocked and counterattacked.

As expected of a Death Eater, Hermione was a little staggered by the magic power that was deeper than that of the little wizard, and the skills honed in life-and-death battles, let alone the two opponents.

Nott's attacks were deadly, with the occasional Splitting Curse interspersed with the Imperius and Cruciatus Curse, while Carlo was screaming hysterically, telling her how the two Muggles had died.

"Dirty Mudblood... We will hang their heads high after you die!!" Carlo said with a sharp smile, "You will hang up with your savior! Haha..."

Ah - so... the Harry of this world is dead...

Obviously, the Grangers in this world were also affected for some unknown reason.

The Death Eater's jeer was like a blunt knife repeatedly cutting through her soul, and Hermione's rage was like a tidal wave.

The images of her parents and the Force prophecy gradually overlapped, anger and tyranny filled Hermione's heart, she held the wand firmly, and the flames and the plastic armor protection were built together.

"?" Let the flame heat up, even gradually approaching the form of plasma.

"The Force...is with me!"

Hermione raised her wand, the dazzled second-style sword flower combined with the force and the core of the Iron Armor Curse reflected the attack except the Unforgivable Curse, and Nott was accidentally hit by her own black magic.

His legs were slowly rotting away.

"Confringo (thunderbolt explosion)"

The blasting curse that Carlo issued out of desperation was stopped by Hermione in mid-air. The next second, Hermione was driven by the Force to come to her in an instant, and her wrist was reversed, chopping off her hand.

In an instant, Carlo was hit by Hermione's 'Physical Disarming Curse'.

"Hand...my hand!" She lay on the ground in pain, perhaps because she was worried about casting spells without a wand. The next moment, Hermione chopped off her other arm.

The magic power with the concept of division made the movement extremely smooth without any hesitation, and the scorching high temperature made the wound carbonized before dripping blood.

Nerve necrosis caused Carlo to feel no pain afterwards.

With only two legs left, she staggered and wriggled on the ground, like a dying sandworm. Fear made this formerly proud Death Eater pale.

"who is it..."

Hermione didn't turn her head back, twisted her left hand, and Nott, who was dragging his rotten legs and was about to sneak attack, was strangled by the force of the force, and only heard a "click", Nott's wrist was broken, and his wand fell to the ground .

"You...you can't run..." Nott still had the guts to say, with the last breath left, "Hermione Malfoy...you mudblood...the Malfoy family can't protect you of..."

"My name - not - Hermione Malfoy," she said with a golden light in her eyes.

"My -surname - is Granger!!"

Nott was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the identities of hunter and prey were reversed, his legs were rotted by the rebounding curse, revealing the white bones, and finally died of the shattered throat.

Hermione stood there blankly. After half an hour, the wall clock in the living room made a "dang~" sound.

Hermione, who was awakened by the bell, reacted back. She covered her mouth and suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit. She looked away from Nott's body, and she retched a few more times.

For the first time a human life passed from her hands.

(Don't worry, the next ten chapters will focus on Hermione, and Cyrus will also come out to give out candy, there will be no particularly poisonous plot, I am a pure love fighter)