The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(2500 in the previous chapter, 4200 in this one, written above...)

Soldiers from both sides began to attack

Hermione was waiting for this moment. She raised her left hand and clenched it tightly. With one move, Cyrus grabbed the black cavalryman who was rushing forward with a sweaty chokehold, turned his head away, and threw him on the ground. corner

The more she uses this trick, the smoother she gets, and she is quite satisfied with her results

On the other hand, Cyrus used the force to push, and the white cavalry was hit by an invisible force, collided with the soldiers behind him, and fell into pieces all over the ground

The indoor space is not big, and Cyrus can't use the flame spell that he is best at

"Thunderbolt explosion!" "Flying sand and rolling stones!"

Hermione cast two evil spells in succession, smashing the soldiers close to her into pieces, and using the force to pull up the fallen head and smash it on the head of the white chess driving the chariot behind her

"You're welcome!" She raised her beautiful eyebrows, a little proud

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, the Heizi cavalry rode up to her and chopped off her head

Cyrus grabbed her waist and turned around with a gorgeous sliding step, while the enemy fencing sword in his right hand cut off the cavalryman's hand.

"You don't have to thank me~"

The two turned around, Cyrus facing the sunspots, Hermione facing the whites

"Back to the door while fighting!" Cyrus noticed that the pieces on the chessboard were slowly reconnecting, he said to Hermione

"diffindo (torn apart)!" A soldier's arm was cut off by Hermione, "reducto (shattered)~"

Hermione elegantly adorned her with her wand, and some attacks that relied on sprinting were also deflected and moved away by her, and then she generously rewarded the opponent with a shattering spell

It's a pity that there are not enough people. The two of them fought back to back in the enemy army. This feeling is like returning to Middle Earth, returning to the Battle of the Five Armies

Speaking of which, Thorin Oakenshield had to thank himself for saving his life.

The boy leaped high, dodged backflips to escape the pinching of two chess pieces, and at the same time cut off one of them with a sword, and cut the other enemy in half with a split

The chess pieces kept pouring in, and the two were surrounded

Hermione impatiently pulled the king's throat behind the white piece into the air, twisted her neck, and smashed it to pieces

Force perception allows them to walk under the soldiers' blades, and the enemy's blades cannot touch them at all.

Hermione took his arm and let him dodge the sneak attack hidden in the crowd, and Cyrus threw her in the air to escape the mob

They don't fight like they're fighting in the enemy army, but they dance tango on the edge of the knife

Smashing the soldiers who stood up again and again, spells and sword lights were intertwined, and the exquisite cooperation allowed the two to escape from the siege again and again

The stone fragments that exploded, hit, and split hit Hermione's body and were bounced away. The runes on the bracelet lit up, and Hermione's surface was covered with a transparent membrane.

Only when it is impacted by fragments will it emerge at the hit site.

The tension in Hermione's heart at this time was more caused by excitement, while Cyrus was immersed in the fight, thinking about the days of adventure

"Let's see the power of gathering galaxies!"

Although Hermione's use of the Force is only to lock the throat and connect Cyrus' mind, the powerful Force can fill a certain skill gap

The dark blue pleated skirt swung back slightly, and her brown eyes showed great confidence. She used her palms to grasp the few cavalrymen who wanted to climb up

Several miserable cavalrymen were twisted into a ball, and the stones made a harsh "creaking" friction sound

The miserable soldier made Cyrus tremble. He inexplicably thought of Darth Vader, looked at Hermione's profile and clear brown eyes, and shook his head.

At this time, they were only two rows away from the door. King Baizi put his head back together, and he stood with his queen

"reducto (shattered bones)" "flipendo (retreat the enemy three feet)"

When walking towards the gate, Hermione kept using her wand to smash the moving soldiers on both sides into pieces, while Cyrus, as her knight, walked ahead

"Zheng!" The soldier with half of his body was holding a long sword, but before it could be raised, Cyrus had already slashed the opponent into pieces with the enemy's fencing sword.

There were also two white-clothed bishops, their tall figures stood in front of the king, but Cyrus raised his arms, like Moses dividing the sea, and smashed them against the stone walls on the left and right, turning them into pieces .

Although the king has no facial features on his face, his slightly trembling body shows his fear

The two walked in front of it and the queen, and the remnants of the chessboard behind them were all over the place. Some cavalrymen were even crushed into stones by Hermione using the Force

The queen was lifted into the sky, hit the ceiling, and the torso made of stone was smashed to pieces. This is Hermione's handwriting

But the king still straightened the crown on his head with his hand, and the trembling hand just stretched out to the saber at his waist, and the next second, its head was chopped off by Cyrus.

"Let me guess, is this the King of France?"

The sudden sentence almost made Hermione laugh, but she held back, otherwise she would go to hell because of Cyrus after death

Professor McGonagall probably never thought that an intruder would force his way through in this way, and the final gate was not protected like Professor Flitwick's.

Cyrus used force to push the wooden door down and entered the next room.

Even closer, Quirrell and Harry are separated from Cyrus by a wall, but Quirrell's life has become more and more fragile, like a candle in the wind

As they entered, purple and black flames rose from the front and rear doors

Hermione frowned, and found the potion bottles and logic puzzles on the table, and as expected, they belonged to Snape.

I walked over and found that two of the bottles were empty.

"Cyrus, we should be trapped" Hermione yelled towards Cyrus who was standing in front of the flames, "Harry should have drunk the two bottles of obsidian potions that are the only ones..."

The black flame melted Cyrus' iron sword, turning it into a puddle of molten iron

"What about the space door?"

"It doesn't work, the entire area of ​​Hogwarts is like a locked door"

If every spatial coordinate in the world is a door, then the door of Hogwarts is a locked iron door, and only those who have the key can enter and exit at will

Of course, if Cyrus had the power to sit on the supreme seat, he could easily pry it open.

Feeling the passing life from Quirrell, Cyrus couldn't wait anymore. The original force and the energy that provided the magic flame resisted each other, but only a small gap could be separated.

Magic power is like spring water, pouring in continuously from all around, as fuel for the black flame

"Hermione! Give me a hand"

Hermione tucked her wand into her waist when she heard the request from the 'Knight' Cyrus, and focused slightly

The excitement after the war and the anger hidden in Cyrus' heart because of Cyrus' sadness turned into a majestic force. Cyrus felt the dark force in Hermione.

But he didn't say anything, he will not be as repulsive as the Jedi Council, but he will not be as obsessed as Sith, he is just a fool looking for a balance between the two.

If Cyrus' force is a gentle and continuous stream, then Hermione's dark force is a rushing river

The black flame branched out a long and thin channel,

"Come on!" Hermione urged, "I can't last long"

Cyrus glanced back at her, with traces of sweat and tears still remaining on his face

"I believe you," said Hermione, looking him in the eyes, "but you have to come out whole...promise me!"

He nodded, and walked carefully through the flames as Hermione yelled from the room behind him

"I order you with the last request! I order you to come out completely!!"

The flame closed at the moment Cyrus passed through, and the two of them looked at each other through the obsidian-like flame. Cyrus would hold his wand tightly, put his hand on his chest, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth

"I promise you" the boy respectfully bowed to her, in the name of the stars in the infinite universe

Then turned and ran to the next room,

Hermione turned around, stared at the only table in the room in a daze, suddenly jumped up, threw all the bottles and cans on the table to the ground, sat on the table, supported the table with both hands, raised her legs proudly, closed her eyes and meditated

Recalling the experience and emotions gained in the battle, thinking about things.

On the other side, Cyrus rushed into the room, and there was a huge and gorgeous mirror in the middle, which was the Mirror of Erised. He saw Harry lying on the ground

My heart immediately became alert, the magic wand turned into an enemy fencing sword, and the blade burst into flames

The Force felt a nausea that made him want to vomit. Harry was lying on the right side of the magic mirror, and there was a short flight of steps behind him. He went around and found a... what seemed to be a charred corpse?

Black smoke continued to rise from above, the 'corpse' squirmed for a while, and made some noises from its throat

"Quirrell...Professor..." He recognized that voice, it was the Professor Quirrell he was looking for...

He hurried over, trying to drag him up, but one hand held Cyrus' arm.

Professor Quirrell looked miserable, his face was covered with cracks, his arms and face were covered with burns, his throat made a hoarse last sound, and he opened his eyes halfway with all his strength

"Cy... rus, run... run...why... come back..."

The professor didn't want to see Cyrus come and die, and he didn't want him to see himself in the same way.

But Cyrus had seen uglier men, burnt so badly they could only move on life support.

"No...no, Professor... hold on" The boy tried to drag him towards the door, when he reached Harry's side

But Quirrell pushed him away with his last strength, feeling the dark and decaying breath, he roared and shouted: "Run...Run!!"

A drop of blood flowed from his eye socket, and the drop of blood slid down the crack, leaving a clear and miserable bloodstain on his face

His iconic turban fell off, and the back of his head squirmed with black air, and finally gathered above Quirrell, forming an ugly and blurred face,

"Heh heh heh... really... waste" He glanced at Quirrell in disgust, flew over the roof, and moved his eyes to Cyrus and Harry,

"Cyrus...I know you...you are a genius, come, join me...."

Cyrus wanted to mobilize the original force, but found that the other party belonged to a strange energy body, in a dissociated state, and his undeveloped original force could not help it

"Who are you!" The boy pointed his fiery fencing sword at the opponent and shouted sharply, the majestic aura spread from his body, the disgusting smell of blood and decay of the opponent, like a dying executioner

"Who am I? For good...ha..haha" it laughed loudly, the hoarse voice made him frown,

"I am Death...I am Dumbledore's sworn enemy...I am the man...I am...Voldemort.." It invited Cyrus, "Join me...Otherwise, your It's Quirrell"

But Voldemort didn't find the slightest bit of fear in this little wizard

"Vol-de-mort" its name came out from between Cyrus' teeth, "Die"

"reducto"

But the curse just passed through it, which made it laugh loudly, "Hey hey~", it turned into a black mist and rushed towards Harry who was lying on the ground

Cyrus drew a circle on the ground with his fencing sword, and the flames rose up, enveloping himself, Professor Quirrell, and Harry, but the black mist did not stop

Finally, Cyrus thrust the enemy's fencing sword into the floor forcefully, feeling the breath of thunderbird feathers and aspen wood, the magic power poured into his heart, turned into poetry, and came out of his mouth:

"I am the flame

Miracle of the world

Darkness can't help you!

Voldemort's evil!

Go back to the shadows!

You can not pass! ! "

This world has no secret fires of creativity, no Udon, so Cyrus replaced the Elvish words with his own

"Are you... singing for my new birth? Hey hey... I'll give you a kick" and Voldemort didn't care

The boy chanted with his eyes closed, the magic of poetry scattered across the earth, and Harry, who was weak on the ground, regained some consciousness,

And Quirrell murmured while losing his life: "Cyrus... live... live..."

At the same time, the flame turned into a halfling. It was wearing a wizard hat, and the robe made of flames swayed there. It held the void in its hand, and the remaining flame turned into a sword.

And the shape of this sword is exactly the same as the enemy's fencing sword that Cyrus planted on the ground.

The old man's voice, like thunder, exploded in Voldemort's consciousness

"You -- shall not -- pass!"

The flaming sword pierced Voldemort, causing him to let out a piercing scream, before turning into a puff of black smoke, rushing through the wall and fleeing.

"Cyrus...Cyrus...remembers you" murmured what was left of it.

The flames dissipated, Cyrus opened his eyes, a little out of breath, he embraced Professor Quirrell, tears fell uncontrollably, his heart was full of guilt

If he is not greedy for pleasure, if he works harder, if...

"Cyrus... my student" Quirrell looked a little better, but the vitality that was still fading showed that the other party was just looking back, "Don't cry, I can't live anymore..."

"There are a lot of books on the bookshelf in my office. I have devoted my whole life to you." He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't finish

He could feel the open wounds on Quirrell's hands.

"Don't cry... don't cry, Cyrus, people must rely on themselves, and only by themselves can they save themselves...don't cry...it's me...I won..."

This is Quirrell's last teaching. After finishing speaking, he put his powerless hands on the ground, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. White light spots emerged from his body, floated up, and finally disappeared...

(The next chapter begins to intersperse the whole process)