The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

When Professor McGonagall rushed to inform other professors and help the wizards he met along the way, he also had a fight with Snape.

Even Hermione couldn't tell whether he was a double agent for a while, and sometimes even felt that Dumbledore trusted Professor Snape too much...

But looking at it like this, I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Where's Snape?" When Professor Flitwick arrived, still in his pajamas, he saw only fragments on the ground.

"After being knocked out of the castle by Professor McGonagall and me, she flew away." Hermione was still reminiscing about Snape's indifferent turn before he turned into a black mist and left.

"Yeah," said Professor McGonagall, "he's not dead, he seems to have learned a few magic tricks from his master for escaping"

Harry stumbled over and ran over, clutching his forehead, in front of his eyes were only countless Inferi corpses crawling along the ground and lake water, while Voldemort was rushing towards the school in a murderous spirit.

He didn't pay attention to Professor Sprout's happy smile, nor did he see Professor Flitwick's surprised expression.

"Here it comes...inferi...werewolf..." Harry accidentally fell forward and fell into McGonagall's arms, "Professor, we must...seal the school"

"Did you find it?" Hermione bent down and asked several times.

"No." Harry opened his eyes weakly, "every room and every secret passage in the Marauder's Map has been searched. We even used the illumination spell and the revealing spell against the wall to detect it several times."

"But you know we can't hold off that monster for long, right?" Flitwick said sharply.

"Blocking is enough, Cyrus and Dumbledore will attack from behind them while it is focusing on the school..."

Hermione stopped talking, as if she was holding Cyrus' hand in a daze in some class before, her eyes were dull looking at the dark sky at the door.

All the voices quickly became quieter and gathered together, and her spirit seemed to be infinitely pulled away...

"They're ready~" Hermione froze for a while before showing a smile.

"Who?"

"Cyrus and Professor Dumbledore... and our army" She tapped her watch with her wand, and an orange halo emerged from the top of the dial, "First appearance, hopefully George and Fred won't screwed up"

"How do you know?" Professor Sprout asked curiously.

"Magic and the Force connect us." Hermione's face turned a little red, "We can feel each other. He's in the Pig's Head Bar, not far away. I can hear what he said."

No one had any objections, rather, only the Slytherin yard today, and Slughorn hesitated.

When he heard the news of Voldemort, his face immediately turned pale, and he was drenched in sweat. He could only cover it up with 'Dumbledore will come' and 'Dumbledore will protect him' in his heart.

"How soon is Cyrus coming?" asked Professor Sprout.

"immediately..."

"Very good" the professor turned around and said to the trembling Slughorn, "I also hope that you and the Slytherin students will gather in the Great Hall later, at least tell him that no one here has forgotten he!"

Of course, if Slughorn chose to confront them inside the castle out of fear, then she and Minerva would not show mercy.

The two witches exchanged a knowing glance seriously.

"In half an hour, I will meet up with the Gryffindor students in the auditorium," McGonagall said, turning around.

"Everyone in the Hufflepuff house will come... there is no doubt about it." Professor Sprout was more proud and proud than Ravenclaw at this time, ignoring the hesitating Slughorn, He left with Flitwick directly.

But Harry's brows never relaxed. He looked in the direction of the Black Lake, as if he was in that area again.

Are those ghosts already in the water?

He took out the last bottle of golden potion from his bosom, and after drinking it, he slammed it on the side of the window where Snape was escaping from, and he could feel the magic power in his exhausted body again.

"Could the crown still be hidden in the Alba Joa Forest?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Impossible" Harry shook his head, withdrawing from Voldemort's emotions, "I understand it, people who are so arrogant and arrogant that they think they don't need 'friends' will not be willing to put treasures in a pile of woods "

"Besides, it rushed over in such a panic, it just wanted to secure the Horcrux"

Hermione thought about it, and checked the space one after another: "The secret room? Only Parseltongue can enter that place."

"I've been there, no"

Hermione's thoughts seemed to be stuck, and she always felt that the place where Ravenclaw's crown was hidden must be where they walked, but there was no trace of black magic.

No, since it was hidden in the school, it is even more impossible for Voldemort to use black magic to hide it.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had rushed out of the hall and came to the central courtyard. She looked at the iron-footed dwarves standing at the front with deep meaning. The armor all over their bodies was magically deformed, making them look cold.

Those one-handed axes are clean and smooth, sure to give it an aesthetic after a spatter of blood.

"Say, how about using this to welcome Cyrus and the Death Eaters?" Professor McGonagall chuckled.

"Professor Dumbledore not welcome?"

"Him? Forget it, leave a lot of things to me"

The professor stood in front of the fountain in the central courtyard, stretched out his hands, and then gradually lifted them up. The magic power from the wand erupted, and then immediately merged into Hogwarts.

The deafening sound of footsteps filled every corner and went straight into the sky.

Hogwarts came alive...those little wizards, that's what they thought at first glance.

"Stone pier--move out--"

Now Hermione knew who Cyrus studied this magic. His teacher was standing in front of her now, cooperating with Cyrus and lying to her. This is the unique power of the headmaster.

Although it does require a little, a little bit of special entitlement.

"Hogwarts is under threat!" Professor McGonagall yelled at the sculptures, "Defend the borders, defend the school, repel all enemies in front of you...do your duty for Hogwarts!"

A group of moving statues came out of the gate, flipped out of the window, and some even jumped directly from the outside wall.

Some are holding stone bows, with elf-like pointed ears, but they are very beautiful; some are riding stone horses, holding spears, walking slowly among the white stormtroopers...

There are too many, some are chess pieces that wizards have seen, and some are animals and people they have not seen.

But what about Black Lake?

Hermione looked at the tentacles rising from the black lake, and thought that there were more than this, and there were definitely more defensive and counterattacks than it seemed.