The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"So... you guys are another parallel universe?"

Hannah clutched her forehead, thinking about this rather complicated matter for her with some headaches, which reminded her of when she was taking the OWL Herbal Medicine exam.

"That's probably the case, that Gran...cough, that woman turned the time-turner in desperation." Hermione crossed her legs and looked at the phantom of Cyrus beside her.

The bastard... Forget it, but Cyrus found her.

"Why is she a traitor?" Cyrus sat between them, but closer to Hermione.

"Why? If she hadn't abandoned Harry, Harry wouldn't have died!" Hannah became emotional again when she mentioned the other party, and her chest kept rising and falling. "The only thing she insists on is her favoritism towards Malfoy!"

Hmm... So far, the two different Grangers seem to have one characteristic: they are particularly persistent in a certain thing or goal, even if everyone opposes it.

This is a kind of tenacious core, but unfortunately...because of the influence of different external environments, they have different goals for persistence.

"But my Hermione is the strongest..." Cyrus felt relieved in his heart, "Of course, it's also the best"

Hannah dug out two bowls from a pile of wine bottles, took some whiskey from a wooden barrel, and put them on the small table. She was silent, and took out a photo from her arms:

Hannah, Justin, Ernie, among them Hannah stood in the middle of the two, they were smiling crookedly, Justin and Ernie put their hands on Hannah's shoulders respectively.

These are her two best friends in Hufflepuff.

"Huh~ Ernie... Justin..." Hannah didn't care that Hermione was still a minor, and drank it on her own, "Justin was eaten the day the Ministry of Magic fell. Dead Apostles took..."

"Where's Ernie?" Hermione remembered he seemed to be from a wizarding family.

"..." Hannah said, tears streaming down her face, "He...he fell behind Harry..."

Maybe Hannah believed that they came from a parallel world, but it didn't matter more, even if the Hermione in front of her was a Death Eater in disguise.

Tears, hot and salty, fell into the dirty bowl and she drank them along with the whiskey.

"But...her parents are dead." Hermione and Cyrus switched sides, and gently hugged Hannah, regardless of how miserable she was at the moment, "I saw with my own eyes...Death Eaters looking for her time-turner"

"Dead? Pfft... Haha... She deserves it" Hannah shook her head mockingly, "She thought the Malfoy family would protect her Muggle parents, without Harry and us, who else would love her! "

"What about you? Who are you?"

"I'm Cyrus...and the only one," said the Spirit Vision, "I'm sorry, but Hermione will stay here for about three days..."

"Three days...it's okay, but I can only feel wronged for a while." Hannah pointed to the hidden door in the corner with drunken eyes, "That's the bedroom inside, don't need to do this...I'm used to it"

She drank whiskey bowl after bowl.

Old Tom was taken away, and the bar handed down by the family was gone. The only remaining wealth of the Abbott family was these old wines that she could drink until she died.

Finally, she was so tired and drunk that she simply lay down on the floor and began to rest.

"Cyrus..."

"Ok?"

After helping Hannah into the bedroom, she checked the lock of the cellar, and then sat on the edge of the hard bed with her head down, not knowing what to write.

"How many people are left in this world?"

The Weasley family is almost dead, as Trelawney predicted, Fred died on the way to retreat, what about Ron?He accompanied Harry on his last journey.

The grief-stricken Arthur couple took George and Ginny and fled to Romania to live in seclusion.

Hermione is not a diode, at least she admires Ron in this world and all the students who died protecting Hogwarts.

"We can give them hope." Cyrus squatted in front of her, raised his head, and held hands with her.

His soul seemed to be touched by this world. When the temperature dropped, the celestial sense came, and his perception of the surrounding environment became more acute.

Who is that?Whether it's the city itself...or the voice of the world itself.

He seemed to be telling Cyrus what had happened, the ancient evil was being repeated in the present, it was the whisper of the world, and He seemed to be asking for salvation.

"But we don't have that much time." Hermione was in a bit of pain, because the Grangers traumatized her mentally.

"We don't need to do much, at least..." Cyrus said, looking at Hannah who had fallen asleep, "...it's enough for them to have a possibility in their hearts."

Even when Hannah was asleep, her brows were still furrowed.

"possibility??"

"Huh... Then it depends on whether you have confidence." He blinked, "For example... Before we leave, shall we make a big fuss?"

This is a good idea, but the question is which target to choose?Cyrus quickly made arrangements for her: the Great Hall at Hogwarts, the place Hannah called Purgatory.

That being the case, let them destroy an iconic symbol the day before they leave.

In the end, Hermione closed her tired eyes under the gaze of Cyrus, and she didn't regain some energy until she woke up the next morning, while Hannah beside her looked at her hesitantly.

It seems to suspect that all this is just a dream.

And Cyrus went to the beloved headmaster Dumbledore to discuss things: how to make him skip class reasonably.

Professor McGonagall rolled his eyes, seeing that the old and the young in front of him didn't have any words to teach him a lesson, so he could only ask Dumbledore to send a notice that "Hermione and Cyrus are going to have a school exchange".

But what Dumbledore didn't know was that Cyrus and Hermione were indeed planning to go to a school exchange, and it was also Hogwarts.

"Get it done quickly...I have something to tell you when you come back." Dumbledore felt a headache when he saw the somewhat lifeless 'Malfoy' beside McGonagall, and there was a lot of incredible news just by asking.

So Cyrus, having nothing to do, went back to the Room of Requirement and began to meditate.

As soon as he appeared, he saw Hannah glaring at him with a sip of wine in his mouth, while Hermione was sitting aside with a sneer, Hannah said angrily, "She was almost caught by food parading around Hogwarts this morning." The dead have found out..."

The ghost knows what's going on, the number of Death Eaters' parades has become more and more frequent these days.

"I beg you, don't go out and run around... Even if she can deal with two or three Death Eaters... But that's a small team!" Hannah was still muttering, "Don't ask me about the resistance organization It's about..."

Because of the bloody methods of pure blood and Death Eaters, the wizards of the rebel organization are almost extinct, and the rest are Muggles hiding in the UK.

Of course, there may still be one or two lucky ones in the wizarding world who were saved by Muggles.

"Are you just giving up like this?" Hermione shouted anxiously.

"Is it up to you two little wizards?" Suddenly a man's voice came from the door, causing Hermione to look at Hannah and him warily, "Don't be so nervous... Hannah notified me this morning"

He took off the hood, revealing a slightly round face. He pointed to Hermione and said, "Little wizard? If I'm not mistaken, it's the Hogwarts school uniform, right?"

"Are you... Neville?" Cyrus stopped Hermione, guessing from the other's general features.

"Huh? My name is famous? Or did I see it in that wanted newspaper?" Neville was a little surprised, "To be honest, Hannah said that you are from a parallel world, I thought she was crazy."

"You're crazy...at least after the Longbottoms and grandma passed away, you're somewhat out of order." Hannah went up and punched him.

"Honey...we have nothing to lose." But Neville said with a smile, "If the spirit is still like a normal person, then it is really crazy"

"I have to say, this is indeed the truth"

Neville seemed to have lost a lot of weight, but he still stood tall against the door, as if he would stand in front of anyone who attacked him, with a dirty face and a bag of food in his hand.

They are like a pair of butterflies struggling in a spider's web.

He beckoned Hermione and Cyrus to sit down casually, and by the way lit a herbal smoke with a candle, the white smoke came out from his chapped lips, and there was a crack in his neck.

During the conversation, Hermione and Cyrus learned that in this universe, all the Longbottoms except Neville are dead.

"Bella killed my family, but left me behind." Neville looked at Hannah who was out cooking, as if she didn't care about what happened back then, "She probably thinks that being alive is the best thing for me." Cruel torture, right?"

He looked up and exhaled a smoke ring, and sometimes looked at Hermione's school uniform and fell silent.

"Why don't you join the Resistance?" Cyrus asked him.

"Heh...our wands have been confiscated, and all magic items cannot be kept." Neville smiled self-deprecatingly, "So what can you do if you join? Will it burden Muggles?"

Hermione and Cyrus looked at each other speechlessly, they knew why Hannah gave up resistance when she saw the dementor.

"What about the Muggle government?"

"In the second week after the mysterious man took down the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters used apparition to kill the high-level Muggles, control the control... Don't waste your efforts."

He didn't seem to be emotionally sad, just staring at Hermione's Hogwarts crest in a daze.

Hannah's father was also taken by Gower and the Crabbe family last week, who knows?Maybe those two bastards fell in love with Hannah.

It's just that her heart was the same as Neville's, and died along with Harry and a large group of wizards who rebel.

"I can help you..." Hermione showed the wand in her sleeve.

"No need..." Neville declined, "If you just need to hide for three days, I'm willing to help, but if you want to do something... just give up"

"Neville Longbottom! You're a Gryffindor!!" Hermione said, holding her throat.

Neville suddenly raised his head, the smoke was all burned out, until his fingers couldn't even move. There seemed to be some hysterical monster hiding in his eyes, and he said:

"You, a wizard who is powerful enough to beat two Death Eaters, then what? What can you change with a ghost?? You don't understand! This world is hopeless!"

"Neville..." The voice of Cyrus calling him seemed to have some magical power, which made him gradually calm down.

"Sorry...that's it, just hide here, don't go out, Hannah and I have...lost too much." He turned and walked towards the iron door of the cellar step by step.

Just when he opened the door, Cyrus seemed to notice that Neville Longbottom shrugged tremblingly.

"If you go back...must be successful"

(Is it too depressing to write? Well... I'm going to make trouble and sugar)

(By the way, starting from this month, I almost always start with [-] words. In order to make money, the number of words will be more than before)