The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Pure, so pure that there is no trace of impurity, everything in things has no final shape, but when Cyrus walks forward, the road will always gather at his feet from nothingness...

Slowly, the surroundings began to change, those familiar houses and street lights appeared, and the floating mist did not make people feel cold like a dementor, but simply made people see things blurred.

Everything looks very beautiful under the sun... quiet.

The soul of Cyrus walked into a "palace", which is the beginning of everything for Muggle wizards...the beginning of all beautiful fantasies....

The lobby of King's Cross Station was empty, and the clear glass dome brightened the interior. It seemed that Cyrus was the only one here. He turned his head in confusion, and instinctively sat on the chair closest to him.

They are scattered under tall glass domes that glisten in the sun.

What now?What should he do?

The Resurrection Stone pulled Cyrus' spirit to the ghostly King's Cross station, which is not at all the dark place people imagine, and there is no boatman asking the dead for a gold coin.

Compared with the reality, the quiet here gave him a feeling that he wished to stay here forever.

While Cyrus was looking at the next step, there was a burst of laughter from behind the chair...

"It's really good, but it's still a bit worse than me..." This is the voice of a middle-aged man.

"We're so proud of you" and it was a female voice.

Cyrus turned his head and found the couple in the distance, and Harry was sitting between them, smiling softly. It must be the Potters.

James was the same height as Harry, wearing a pair of glasses askew, but a little out of bounds, and his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, which was on par with Arthur Weasley.

And Lily is the one who smiles the most. She always pushes her hair behind her ears and looks carefully at Harry and James while they chat.

She was the first to notice Cyrus, but Lily just smiled at him, and then went on to observe every muscle that Harry pulled as he smiled and spoke.

"Remus and Tonks are married... I heard they have a child..."

"I wondered if I could come and be with you, so... I did that, and it didn't hurt as much as I imagined," Harry said, "It was faster than going to sleep... and easier..."

James looked at Cyrus, maybe because he didn't get a response for a long time, Harry turned his head.

The angles of the two chairs almost turned their backs to each other, with an arc, Cyrus and Harry turned their heads, and their eyes finally met.

Cyrus strode out of the seat and sat in front of Harry, who stared blankly at Cyrus, as if he didn't understand how he got here, and the Potters were also by Harry's side .

Everything that happened flashed in Harry's mind...

"But I'm dead," Harry said flatly.

"Come on... isn't there a resurrection stone?" Cyrus said.

"I used it in your hidden strange space, when I saw them" His two hands, each holding his parents, "I think...they have been waiting for me..."

But now, they don't need to wait for him any longer.

There was a loud train whistle in the hall. Lily and James followed the sound and walked over, while Harry chased after it. There seemed to be only one platform here, and a train stopped there.

There is a sign on it that reads: Nine is three quarters.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Cyrus grabbed Harry's hand.

"They've been waiting for me... Cyrus" he said, looking at his parents, raising his hand and instinctively touching his forehead, "it's over, I don't think I should keep them waiting"

Harry made childish movements and ran up to hug his parents.

He looked like he wanted to tell them how they lived all these years, but who they met later came to help him... Cyrus heard Harry talking about those Muggles and wizards, thinking of ways to improve his life.

Lily would always cup his face and rub it gently.

Harry had never enjoyed these, this moment, even death would be happy.

"But are you really dead?" cried Cyrus. "Don't forget your mother's magic...it protected your soul! Harry, according to the theory, what Voldemort killed was attached to you." Soul fragments!"

Harry hesitated.

Something else began to surround them...maybe other people's souls, some sobbing, some talking and laughing with their friends.

But without exception, they all boarded a white train, like a train made of white mist.

"I'm tired...I just want to rest" Harry said lightly with his hands in his pockets, "Sometimes it's hard to be mistrusted by everyone, and I really don't know how I'd get through it without you"

Harry had never felt so relaxed, with a smile on his face.

This kind of smile is like the first time Harry walked down the street with Cyrus, he held out his hand, and a bottle of soda appeared in Harry's hand.

The sun is still there, but they are no longer walking on the streets of London.

"Then Voldemort has no Horcruxes"

"Yes...all Horcruxes are gone," Cyrus said affirmatively.

"So my mission of 'savior' is also over?" Harry leaned in his mother's arms, took a sip of soda, and raised his eyebrows at Cyrus, "With Dumbledore and you guys, Voldemort is finished forever "

Yes, Voldemort can now be killed.

Although his study of black magic surpassed that of Dumbledore, isn't there still Cyrus and Hermione...

Um!it's over!Like Dumbledore said, his part with Voldemort is over, so now it's Cyrus' turn, and he just wants to rest.

"Voldemort... and Malfoy, Parkinson... If you don't work hard, maybe there will be a second and third Voldemort"

"Give way! Everyone!" Quirrell came over with his travel bag on his back, and pushed James and Harry aside politely. The heavy luggage just blocked the door of this train.

"Excuse me... Excuse me, are you still going up?"

A figure who didn't fit in here walked over from the front of the car, wearing a black robe, with only a pair of azure blue lights flashing inside.

Cyrus recognized it. Isn't this the god of death who was happy because "no need to work overtime"?

"It's not that I'm rambling, it's just that the train is about to start. If you don't get on, you'll have to wait for me to come next time." It rambled, "So...go or not?"

"You still have a choice?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Also... you are the god of death? I have heard the legend about you"

"Ah, because of your particularity, so..." Death groaned, but didn't answer patiently.

"Where does the train go?"

"How much time do we need to waste on such meaningless questions?" The god of death turned his head and complained, "Of course... who cares about the words of the god of death, huh, the living..."

Cyrus looked at Quirrell, who was blocking the train door and carrying luggage.

"It leads to other places, I think it's other universes, but I'm just traveling through those places, and I won't stay for a long time for decades." Quirrell met the eyes of the former students.

"So I can come back again," Harry said staccatoly.

"Yes, if your body hasn't been burned or rotted," Cyrus said, "but it's not a problem, it's just Ginny...she may meet someone who loves her again after years of heartbreak." people?"

Oh, that's a good question for Harry.

Harry looked at his parents, how he wanted to be with them again, how he wanted to see their faces clearly in the moment before death.

"A girl you like?" Lily said.

He nodded shyly, embarrassed to describe too much.

"Then go back, go back with your friends!" James slapped him hard on the back, pushing Harry out like a prank on his friends, "You're still not ready to come around us"

Harry was pushed and staggered, and Lily narrowed her eyes in amusement.

"But you..."

"We are the dead, my children~" Lily looked at him reluctantly, "Don't stay on us too much... When you are really ready and finished everything, you will find that we are still waiting for you here "

The Grim Reaper sobbed, and when Cyrus looked over, he turned his back shyly.

When Lily and James stepped onto the train at platform nine and three-quarters, arm in arm, Cyrus and Harry stood underneath and looked at their relatives and friends.

"Okay, everyone is here...the next stop is "Disc World"! Ah...this is my favorite..." Reaper walked slowly towards the front of the car, His voice echoed throughout the station reverberate.

Harry wanted to tell them that he was ready.

But in fact, is he really ready to die... Can he really let go of everything...

"If I'm a step late, maybe you'll get on the bus?" Cyrus looked around and began to blur, "Then there may be one less seat in the London Museum."

"I changed my mind!" Harry chased him and called.