The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Neville Longbottom was covered in blood, the dirty blood of vampires and werewolves, but the silver Gryffindor sword was spotlessly clean.

The blood slid down the body of the sword, dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground.

The gemstone on the hilt shone a breathtaking red. It was hard to imagine that this was a sword that had just been pulled out of the mud, and that Neville had brought it all the way from the sundial garden to the central courtyard.

"You...you go, that person has already found the mark" Neville said while standing behind Cyrus panting, "Take them away, I'll come back..."

But Cyrus cut him off resolutely.

"No one will sacrifice...at least not today!!" Cyrus pushed the sword he was offered.

Hermione led Neville back slowly, and Neville held up the Gryffindor sword to block the black magic aimed at him. The powerful Splitting Curse, Smashing Curse, and Detonating Curse just made his arm There was a slight shock.

Wearing a mask, Hermione is like a butcher in the eyes of Death Eaters. All the internal organs of the enemies knocked down by her spells or the force will not be destroyed.

She, immersed in the dark side, seemed somewhat content with it.

She hates these nobles of the old world, they are vulgar, barbaric, and cannot even be described as human beings, they just use blood and brutality to establish their past honor.

"What about him?" Neville asked Hermione anxiously.

"He can't die..." Hermione gave Cyrus a blank look, and he stole the limelight.

Hermione held up her wand, but the Patronus Charm that appeared was not only the harpoon, but also Cyrus' Patronus sans, who looked a little angry at Cyrus behind him.

"Don't look at me like that... Andyne said she didn't want to come out, because this kind of appearance is really not cool at all." It shrugged, with a look of indifference, "He really likes to be brave..."

Sans waved his hand, warming Neville's shivering body from the dementors.

"Sa...you don't seem to be messing with it at all." It glanced at Cyrus resentfully, then left Hermione, and stood behind them, facing the outstretched hands of the overwhelming dementors.

Sans doesn't know what happened again, but it knows one thing: sans doesn't like dementors very much.

Hermione's wand relit the lightsaber and threw it out. The continuous burning plasma flame swirled in a deadly arc, and the Force manipulated the lightsaber to cut two Death Eaters chasing in the air in two.

Then it was back in her hands.

"I told you...you can't pass through here!!"

The force of Cyrus created a small-scale force storm, and the scorching lightning instantly destroyed dark creatures such as werewolves and vampires. Neville was stunned...

Ordinary flesh and blood and matter are like loose sand in front of the force.

What kind of mighty power is that? ?

In his eyes, Cyrus seems to be 'making the impossible possible' itself.

In this universe, Cyrus, who is in the form of a heroic spirit of the Force, possesses pure willpower, and the light emitted by his astral body cannot cover even the darkness of the dementors.

In that instant, Neville's heart was filled with hope and love.

It was a pure soul that did not belong to this universe, and only Hermione could know its taste. Cyrus seemed to see that group of yellow and blue figures floating above Hogwarts again.

That's presumably the dead wizard's 'love' for the world and Hogwarts.

"You look really bad, bad kids like you...should go to hell!!" Sans's face was no longer simple and lazy, even though it was always smiling.

On the outskirts of the curtain of dementors, Gasterblasters outnumbered them, surrounding them like a windmill.

"I don't understand, why don't many people use nirvana at the beginning?"

The spots of light in Sans' eye sockets seemed to turn a blind eye, and it asked Cyrus beside him.

Those dragon-shaped skulls opened their mouths in unison, and according to Cyrus' will, the keel cannons were fired, and the crossed lasers scattered the dementors on the physical level, and they made a shrill clucking sound.

The dementors fled with their impaled bodies.

Sans also dissipated after Hermione stayed away.

Then a young man stepped out from among the remaining Death Eaters. The Death Eaters around him looked very respectful to him. One of them tremblingly said to him:

"Master Crouch...the loser of the wizarding war was taken away..."

Avada Kedavra~

"You rebel groups are like rats in the gutter..." Crouch ignored the man, but killed him angrily, "Even if you take the remains, we will find you"

Even if the group of Muggle leaders and wizards huddled together for warmth, it would not help.

Cyrus looked back at Hermione and Neville who ran away, and said, "I'm not just here to take them away, I'm here to destroy your logo..."

He was a little envious of Hermione's wand, and Cyrus could only rely on the Force at this time.

The Force surged wildly through him, and the Death Eaters instinctively sensed the danger, like Irish dwarves dancing above their heads in football boots.

Crouch had only one hand, and the other left hand was broken alive by Earl Dooku's heroic spirit using the dark force in the auditorium because of a sneak attack. He screamed cruelly and threatened.

Even in the face of *judgment* by sans and Cyrus, he still has the Dark Lord in his heart.

He ordered several Death Eaters to escape with Apparatus, while himself and the rest attacked Cyrus, but their magic seemed to be blocked in some way.

'Thank you...' It was an unknown voice.

'Kill them!kill them!Protect Hogwarts! ! ' The voice sounded like some grumpy old professor.

'A person with love in his heart, as long as he needs help, he will always be answered...'

Those tiny whispers seemed to be heard only by Cyrus, whisper...it was a thought that was chanted or missed before death, and stayed here with a kind of power.

They are jumping for joy.

Until the last force of the heroic spirits was exhausted, the remaining Death Eaters were crushed one by one, and the lightning storm mercilessly destroyed their bodies into powder.

If possible, Cyrus even wanted to beat them into atomic state directly.

He watched as hope rose with the dawn, and the dark clouds temporarily weakened, so that a little sunlight penetrated the clouds. Many people hiding in the British cities saw the sunshine that they hadn't seen for a long time.

Even if it doesn't light up every corner, it's enough to overshadow a few things.

And Hermione returned the remains of Harry and others to Neville, saying that he would bury them in the southwest corner of England, because the Muggles said the scenery there was good.

"You're leaving?" Neville said, standing in the Granger's living room.

"Yeah...I'm going back." Hermione didn't take off her mask, and the dried blood on it was indistinguishable from the red paint.

"It's good to go... It's good to go~" Neville sighed a little, "It would be great if Cyrus belonged to this world..."

"That's impossible~" The girl sat on the sofa, waiting quietly.

Hermione's house has been repaired by Hermione with Restoration Charm, including those damaged by her during the battle. Everything here is so strange and familiar, her eyes are looking in the direction of the yard.

It seems to be saying goodbye before parting.

"Hey!" Neville also noticed the glimmer of light in the yard.

"Ok?"

"thank you all..."

"you are welcome"

"Compared to us, you will succeed"

(It's over, it's the main story you're going to read after that, it's really not messy, I've written it very simple and easy to understand, and I haven't started nesting dolls like Remo)