The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Mrs. Gray was caught by Hermione after passing through a few walls.

She is beautiful, with long hair hanging down to her waist, but she has the arrogance and condescendingness unique to Ravenclaw, and she is condescending in knowledge.

"You are Lady Ravenclaw's... daughter?!"

"Baro told you everything." Helena raised her eyebrows.

"We need the missing crown." Hermione looked at the wall clock on the wall, guessing when the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters would arrive, "Don't say you don't know... Voldemort knows it from you!"

"I'm afraid I can't help anything, so stop spying..."

"Don't you know what happened to that crown?"

There was the sound of curses in the corridor, as well as curses from the Death Eaters. Perhaps they had already begun to expel them together. Harry who returned and Hermione who supported them gave the students infinite courage.

Voldemort and his dark army are coming, and until then, they must protect the school.

Here is the last line of defense.

"It seems that you don't know anything." Hermione sneered, "Your mother's crown, like Slytherin's locket, was made into a Horcrux... Except for Gryffindor, the treasures of the other three families are polluted"

Horcruxes are an extremely ancient form of black magic.

Tom Riddle was not the first person to make a Horcrux. Before him, there was Hai Erbo, which is why Helena was so angry right after.

As a ghost, she couldn't blush, but her body no longer became so transparent.

"It's not...impossible!" Helena suddenly felt that she had made a big mistake, and stammered, "I thought he just wanted to be smarter, full of wisdom like my mother"

"I...I don't know...he's very nice and...he reads my mind..seems compassionate...understanding..."

"Yes, of course he understands your desire to seize the treasure," said Hermione contemptuously. "So where is he hiding?"

Helena just floated in midair blankly, shaking her head with a dazed and confused face. How could she know? She looked up at Baro who was in chains in the distance, and immediately left in the opposite direction.

"All I know is that after I finished my story, he left the school..." she yelled as she fled backwards.

Heck, the ghosts at Hogwarts are just normal people.

Hermione walked out of the empty classroom and came to the corridor, just as the far wall was blasted, and the Death Eaters retreated tenaciously to defend against the group of young wizards.

"Mulcibor! It's because of those Muggle families you insulted!" shouted the wizard wearing the Gryffindor badge.

"You bloody... disrespectful bastards," Mulcibor yelled sharply. "I'll tell Lord Dark Lord that none of you will run away! Give them all as dementor treats!"

"I'm afraid." The indifferent voice made the Death Eater's scalp tingle, "You can't wait until the moment you see your master."

"You...it's you!" He suddenly panicked, but when he thought of the Dark Lord's reward, he was a little excited.

Hermione looked at her with interest, interesting... Not only did she not run away, but she even walked towards her, but it was useless, the gap between talent and hard work was beyond the imagination of the other party.

As soon as the spell was pulled, the silent blasting spell hit his chest like a bullet.

In the next second, Mulciber's chest was blasted into a bloody mess. The huge impact force broke the glass, flew out of the corridor on the third floor, and fell down.

The wizards gathered together, and the windows were crowded with little heads.

"Is he dead?" There was a question first.

"He... is dead!" After a few seconds, the ground on which Mulciber lay was slowly soaked in blood, followed by affirmation and cheers, "He's dead! It's like! Open butter beer!"

They turned their heads in unison and looked at Hermione, as if waiting for the next instruction.

Cyrus wasn't here now, Hermione blinked, and finally chose to raise the vine wand and point towards the front of the corridor.

"Go... go drive them out!" she yelled haughtily, "Kill those Death Eaters, let them get out, and take back what's yours!!"

Not just this one place, the whole of Hogwarts was in a mess tonight.

Hermione patrolled the corridor leisurely, thinking about where Voldemort would hide things, but soon met Professor McGonagall who was awakened by the noise, and saw Hermione in front of the fire.

When she turned around, Meg grabbed her chest.

"Hermione!" Then she trotted all the way and came to the girl, "You are here...why did you come here? How did you, a smart person like you... suddenly become stupid?!"

"And Harry Potter, Cyrus is on his way," said Hermione.

"OMG...what a mess"

"Professor, Voldemort is coming." Hermione supported the professor who staggered back a few steps, the surrounding noise and explosions continued one after another, "Dumbledore will also come...we are coming to Ravenclaw crown..."

"What time is this, why are you looking for this... No, you have to leave here" the professor said after hearing the news from Voldemort, and then he could not refuse.

Hermione explained: "It's something that can weaken Voldemort's power...it's... a Horcrux!"

When Mag heard the name, he whispered it again in a daze, and then looked straight at her, eyes full of absurdity and disbelief.

"When you are searching for this...horcrux..., we will resist that demon." Mag took a few deep breaths before he could calm down, "If that's the case, then go!"

Cyrus and Dumbledore were coming too, so she had nothing to worry about.

"If Hogwarts is surrounded, let the innocents go first, escort the children out..."

"No!"

The one who interrupted McGonagall was a young wizard who seemed to be only two or three years old. From the college badge he wore under his collar, it could be known that he was a qualified Hufflepuff.

"Son, you don't understand..."

"On the contrary, I understand very well." He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the scars left by the black magic on his arms, "When we made a mistake and were locked up, they let those people train us on the Cruciatus Curse!"

Not everyone will experience that kind of hard-won pain.

But as long as you experience it once, unless you ask Lockhart to erase your memory in this life, you will never forget it. This is an eternal trauma engraved in your heart.

"Hundreds of people will stand up for Hogwarts...no one will run away!"

"You don't understand what you are going to face." Professor McGonagall grabbed the collar on her chest, she didn't want these children to die under the green lights early, "Don't do this...get out of here..."

"But isn't there you behind us?" Hermione gently grabbed the professor's hand.

Minerva McGonagall sighed deeply, and finally agreed, but she still let the children hide in the back first, and help out when the members of the Order of the Phoenix settled in front.

As she walked toward the door, she raised her wand and picked out three or four silver and white tabby cats.

Hermione knew that the professor was informing the other deans and teachers.