The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

With the help of many wizards and doctors, Anne Klein survived.

When Cyrus came to the emergency center, the corridor was full of people. The white coats and the colorful wizard robes were put together, but there was an inexplicable coordination.

They craned their necks and looked the other way.

"What is the potion you use to treat wounds? I have been in medicine for decades, but I have never seen it before."

"Ah...it's very simple, first use the Appearance Charm to grab the ingredients, and then use a proper amount of unicorn hair and ground unicorn..."

A group of wizards happily snapped their fingers and counted the ingredients of the potion, but even with others' supplements, the doctors were still at a loss.

If it wasn't for what happened these days, they would even think they were still dreaming... Just when the entire British medical community was at a loss, a group of strangely dressed 'weirds' would come here every day.

Not only Annie Klein, but also those countless Muggles, some have tumors on their faces after being cursed by black magic, and some children grow hair all over after being bitten by a wolf...

Seeing the taciturn Cyrus, the voices of the wizards became much quieter.

They clinging to the white tiled walls, made way for a path in the corridor, and tacitly took off their wizard hats, put away their smiles, and held the hats in front of their chests with a serious face.

This is the help the wizards of Diagon Alley provide when the war comes.

Cyrus stood at the window of the sterile ward, his warm breath fogging up the glass.

There were five beds in a ward, and he saw his father lying there with his eyes closed, calm as if he had fallen asleep, but his right hand kept clenched.

From between the fingers, you can still see the scraps of paper...

"My God" Arthur put his shoulders on his shoulders, blushing, and Sirius on the side rarely saw him so angry, "It's really... really bad enough...they can't be called human at all!"

In the corridor in the distance, waves of wailing could still be heard.

In the eerie silence here, so piercing...that was the cries of other ordinary people, and Arthur and Sirius had seen many sad Muggles along the way.

"How is he...?" Seeing a medical worker wrapping himself in a protective suit coming out, Cyrus walked up immediately.

He just felt a blockage in his heart, even the ribbon wrapped around his wrist by Hermione couldn't warm his numb hands, he could only increase his breathing.

"You are his relative, right? You are currently in a coma... But... the spine and brain are severely damaged. Even if the patient survives, I'm afraid..." The medical staff sighed, "... I can't move anymore."

This hospital, which was temporarily enforced by high-level officials to treat 'strange diseases', is enough for these doctors to see.

At the same time, those strange people who called themselves "wizards" were sent over. At the beginning, the people in the hospital blamed the government for acting foolishly. They didn't stop until they saw that some "strange diseases" had improved.

The worldview of many ordinary people is gradually collapsing...

"child?"

"It's okay... It's good for people to live..." Cyrus turned his head and looked at the sterile room again, "There is hope for people to live."

Annie Klein finally recalled the past, finally changed his attitude... The new door has just opened, how could he just fall into the darkness before the door opened?

Cyrus turned around and said sincerely: "Thank you for your efforts"

"It doesn't have to be like this!" A wizard was caught in the crowd and shouted loudly, "We have lived among Muggles for several months, and we also have new friends...and people we like!"

They came voluntarily, without any coercion.

They couldn't see those Muggles who couldn't do anything about curses and jinxes and could only cry dryly.

Suddenly, Cyrus was hugged by someone, it was Mrs. Granger. She hugged him like a daughter, her eyes full of guilt.

"I'm really sorry," she said sadly. "We didn't protect him. Your father... was the first one to run over that night. I'm sorry, Cyrus... to inform you and Mien that he put Badges are used to protect owls"

"mom..."

Mr. Granger came over, and he pulled Cyrus to sit on a chair in the corridor, and took out a torn, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, which left traces of folding in half after spreading it out.

"Before the accident, your father was holding on to this painting and wanted me to give it to you," Mr. Granger said softly.

Above is a woman in a skirt standing against a wall.

The kilt and sun hat were drawn by Klein with charcoal. Cyrus took another deep breath and shook the hand holding the yellow paper.

The woman looks very young, with her back to the sun, but her facial features in the shadows are very clear, her hair is curled up, and she smiles very kindly. This is the purpose of Klein's learning to draw all the time.

He wanted to draw it, his mother for Cyrus....

"Is this your mother?"

"Yeah!" Cyrus' eye sockets became moist instantly, but he closed his eyes, let the tears swirl inside, and said in a low voice, "It seems that his memory has been restored, and the painting is very good... .”

In Cyrus' eyes, the black and white person opened his arms towards him as if he had been painted with developing potion.

He stood up abruptly, and fled straight away. The people along the way deliberately let him go, their eyes shining with respect, and Arthur and Sirius, who were worried about Cyrus, hurried over.

Arthur, who had his life hanging by a thread, was the one who could best understand that feeling, no matter from the perspective of Cyrus or Klein.

"Check!" Cyrus didn't stop until he reached the back of the hospital, in the garden used for walking patients. He turned around and ordered, "Check out the royal family for me... Tell Penello to do whatever it takes means!"

Few people knew the Grangers' addresses and relatives' lists.

Wizards don't know about it, and ordinary people have no way of accessing those institutions.

"Many children have been bitten by werewolves now, and I also suspect that someone deliberately revealed those home addresses to Fenrir," Sirius said, "He is Voldemort's subordinate, the bastard who likes to attack children the most..."

Cyrus took off his watch and handed it to Blake.

In front of Arthur, he said word by word: "Let Penello, keep an eye on the royal family and the members of the prime minister's opposition... Once you get the chance, do it directly!!"

"Then... what about the Muggles?!" Arthur wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This time, he was on leave from the Ministry of Magic, which almost scared him to death.

Excluding those missing and confirmed dead Muggles, there are more than a hundred children who were intentionally bitten by werewolves alone. This is quite a shock in the Muggle world.

The Ministry of Magic certainly couldn't hide it.

"Those wounds, and the wolfsbane potion are only known to wizards!" Cyrus said, "This is a good opportunity, at least to let Muggles know that not all wizards are bad...you have to do something"

He said "you", not "we".

It was because Arthur's other identity was an official of the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, this order was Cyrus' final announcement to the remaining group of centrist wizards.

"Blake, count the wizards in the hospital just now, I will give everyone the method of making the wolfsbane potion, and secondly, ask the prime minister to hold a press conference immediately to stabilize the emotions of ordinary people"

As Sirius breathed, his body twisted and turned into a black dog, except that a watch was tied to his left front foot.

It left the hospital quickly.

On the same day, Penello issued the latest order to all the agents of the operation department in anger.

Its first hunting agent was Cedric Diggory.