The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The timeline of Voldemort's success is the dark ages.

It was a world that could not see light and hope, and because of the breeding of despair, the dementors were multiplying wantonly.

"Sounds more troublesome than imagined." Dumbledore rarely showed sadness, his pity for the universe that had already crossed, so he said to the tall slender woman opposite, "I'm sorry..."

Why are you sorry?Maybe Dumbledore thought he couldn't help them.

"I know they don't trust me...at least I've tried my best to protect them." She covered her face and cried, breaking her defense under the eyes of the two professors.

"So... what are you going to do?" Professor McGonagall asked Cyrus.

"Do you believe it? Hogwarts has become a club for Death Eaters..." Cyrus didn't answer, just looked at the tired and strong woman, "That's one of the signs of madness and chaos"

Dumbledore didn't speak, he looked down at the teacup on the table, the black coffee inside reflected the headmaster's solemn face, he was thinking:

Was it too kind to Voldemort back then?

After the end of the duel, instead of sitting in the Ministry of Magic, he locked himself in Hogwarts. This was Dumbledore's punishment for himself, and he rarely ignored the feelings of the students.

This highly respected and powerful wizard loves them, and he loves every student.

Including students from parallel universes.

"Although I understand your feelings, I still don't want you and Hermione to do such a dangerous thing..." After a while, Dumbledore still hesitated to say his decision.

He was still a human being, it was his selfishness, and Professor McGonagall agreed.

"Professor! At least let me, let Hermione and I fight for it." Cyrus grabbed the principal's arm, "Only ordinary people's daily life can change a world, and I will protect Hermione..."

This is what Gandalf taught him.

No matter how strong people are, they will eventually fall, and it is those ordinary people who work hard, kind, and love in their hearts to make the world a better place.

"Actually...it doesn't matter if you don't do it." The woman bit her lip, holding back tears, "it's enough for me to see you again...I... really miss you..."

She has nothing more to ask for.

When Professor McGonagall heard this, she pursed her lips tightly, turned around and wiped it with the back of her hand. She didn't know how much suffering this child had gone through, and she subconsciously thought it was her negligence.

At least it was the negligence of McGonagall in the dark world, she and Dumbledore did not protect the students well.

"Crocker said that the time converter can be restarted at noon the day after tomorrow." Dumbledore stood up and patted the woman on the shoulder, and said kindly, "Cyrus... remember, do it under the condition of ensuring your life"

He was not in a good mood, and after learning that Voldemort's successful world would not be very good, the fire in Dumbledore was burning like Fox.

Fox lightly rubbed Cyrus' cheek with his pointed beak, and followed Dumbledore out the door.

.........

In the Dark Age, Hermione was preparing her own costume. She used the Force and Transfiguration to create a mask from a piece of steel, and sprayed it with black and red paint.

Darth is derived from the Gurakata word "darrtab", which means "overcoming death".

But none of that mattered, the ideal she was about to achieve was the only thing that mattered.

After wearing the dark red metal, it reflected the cold light. The metal arm gloves wrapped the forearm exposed by the black wizard robe. Hermione seemed to intentionally imitate herself in the force environment.

Down in the cellar, the light reflected from the bright red lightsaber made Hermione look even more elevated.

"We only have one day... In the end you need to go back to Granger's house..." Cyrus' Force was manifested in the form of a heroic spirit, and he looked no different from the real one.

"What about you?" Hermione pinched his face curiously.

"Of course I will help you, at least to protect your safety"

Neville used to be a member of the Rebel Army, and the torn scars on his neck and shoulders were the best proof. Therefore, he could only hug Hannah and watch them from the balcony window speechlessly.

"Will they succeed?"

"I hope so, dear..." Hannah buried her head in his arms, she couldn't bear to see him die.

"You said...is everything that Cyrus said true?" Neville stomped out the cigarette holder, and the bread was filled with herbs grown by himself. "I don't remember such a person back then."

"Didn't Hermione say he was unique?"

Yes, he is unique. Looking at Hermione's outfit, Neville was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw some double image, he seemed to have seen this outfit somewhere before.

"what happened?"

"I think I've seen her before," Neville Longbottom said hesitantly.

His rational brain was a little confused by the sudden intuition.

But Hannah was thinking about what Cyrus and they had secretly said: "You said...was Granger really helping us back then? But we didn't see her during the battle in the Department of Mysteries..."

Cyrus said that the woman loved them, and even though the Grangers were dead, she was still looking for opportunities, which was why she was desperate to change something with the Time-Turner.

"I thought of what the headmaster said back then," Neville said softly.

"what?"

"We should not have too much pity for the dead, but most of all, pity for those who lived without love"

Maybe...who knows?Perhaps Granger who belonged to them loved them, even if she did do something wrong...

"What about you? If they succeed, will you join the Rebel Army again?" Hannah kissed his somewhat rough face, "But I think you were more handsome than you are now..."

"You know, I can't bear you." Neville hugged her waist tightly, this is the girl he likes.

In his eyes, deep down, Hannah is still the same Hannah, that innocent and kind girl, but now she is more mature and confident than before.

"Go ahead and at least don't let them down...I know you miss fighting with your friends"

Neville was silent for a moment. He looked Hannah in the eyes and asked, "Then if I die, will you marry some stupid pureblood?"

"Are they worthy?" Hannah answered him weakly.

The rough man with scars all over his body dodged his eyes a little. He scratched his head with his generous hands awkwardly, and finally turned around to search for tools from the utility room, and took out a shovel.

He intends to go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Although Neville and Hannah didn't want Hermione to die, the Patronus Charm of the other party awakened the memory in their hearts, which was the joy that could only be felt at Hogwarts.

In Neville's words: I would rather die before dawn, on the road of ideals and resistance.

"Can you make sure that thing is still there?"

"Of course I can make sure... that is buried deep with my own hands"

Downstairs, Hermione stood in the shadow of a deserted shop, looking at Neville Longbottom and Hannah, a pair of poor people. She tightened the wand in her sleeve, and she was mentally preparing for tonight's adventure. Prepare.

"I can hear His weeping..." Cyrus whispered, eyes closed and meditating beside her.

"who?"

"This city" he trembled, as if he was infected, "He is protecting his children... That's why the Mysterious Man and the Death Eaters couldn't find all the rebels in an instant."

He loves them dearly.