Just the next day, news of Voldemort's capture of Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.

After all, the scope of the wizarding world is small.

The next day's Daily Prophet devoted a large page to the news.

No Voldemort was photographed, only the Dark Mark wandering overhead, and the ruins of Gringotts, which had already sunk into the ground.

"The Dark Lord is back!"

The majestic buildings were in ruins, and the shattered bricks and deep caverns in the ground became a sign of Voldemort's sworn return.

And that's not all.

The center of the economy collapsed.

The Dark Lord no longer concealed his whereabouts, and swaggered apparitions shifted to the door of the Ministry of Magic.

"Who are you!" asked an Auror in a loud voice.

"Stop. The Auror pulled out his wand.

The Dark Lord hid in his black cloak, and quickly raised his wand.

A faint green light flashed, piercing through the Auror's chest.

"Mystery Man!"

Employees around screamed.

The folder in his hand was tossed high, and pieces of paper flew in the air.

"Minister of Protection!"

"The Dark Lord is gone again!"

Umbridge spends time in her office full of cat ornaments, arguing fiercely with Scrimgeour over something.

As if enraged, the man reached out and grabbed Umbridge by the collar.

When the fat woman was about to run out of breath, her feet returned to the ground.

She saw Scrimgeur's eyes lose their brilliance, and her clenching collar let go.

"He's so troublesome, isn't he?" a low, hoarse voice came into her ears.

"Well, he's dead now. ”

"You... Who are you?"

The ugly woman looked horrified at the equally ugly man, with a slit nose and a scarlet snake-eyed hideous face.

"Does it matter who I am? It probably does, after all, I've been talking to you for a while. ”

"Now it's helping you clear the way to the pinnacle of your power. ”

"But deception is a compromise between the weak and the strong, and I don't think I need to do that anymore. ”

"You're a mystery?" Umbridge's toad face quivered, her loose skin trembling.

"Surrender or die!" Voldemort's brutal voice echoed through the Ministry of Magic.

"We surrender!" Umbridge's terrified cry echoed throughout the Ministry.

The Dark Lord suddenly changed his previous style of hiding in the shadows, as if to save the time he had lost, and he could not expand his sphere of influence without any scruples.

For a time, the form mutated.

From finance, politics, and public opinion, almost all of them have changed direction.

More Dark Wizards began to take refuge in Voldemort's wing.

Voldemort seemed to be dragging his feet before rushing in, rapidly expanding his sphere of influence.

"The Most Hidden Thief Is Around Us" Prophet Daily has also begun to lose its scruples, although they have never scrupled about their stance, but now they have completely intensified.

This article discusses the relationship between Squibs and pure hemp wizards from various perspectives.

"Why are two Muggles who don't have any magical talent able to give birth to a wizard, while two wizarding families give birth to a squib?"

"My friends, those Muggles are stealing our magic with the technology they have acquired in so-called "technology"

In the report, there is no neutrality, only incitement.

Indeed, a large part of the population was incited, even within Hogwarts.

For example, Hermione has a headache right now.

She had to endure the hostile gaze of Filch the Night's Watch, as if she had stolen his magical talents. Like a maggot on the tarsus, if it weren't for Professor McGonagall's glaring at him, it is estimated that this man would still be looking for trouble with him,

The whole of Hogwarts is now in a rather quiet atmosphere, but even so, the task of teaching is still going on, and it is in this atmosphere that Christmas arrives. The weather is getting colder.

Hermione was alone in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, sitting at her desk, but not reading.

Instead, he looked at the transparent glass in a daze, looked at the ice and snow outside the window, and was covered in silver.

Christmas is coming.

She subconsciously expects her parents to send her gifts, and usually at Christmas, her parents will send her some gloves, scarves and other accessories to keep out the cold, or some books she likes.

Then her breath suffocated.

Something suddenly dawned on her.

Her parents had been erased from all memories of her, and they were strangers.

It's impossible to remember her anymore, so how can you send her a gift?

Inexplicably feeling lonely and miserable.

But if her parents were implicated by themselves, it would only be more self-reproachful.

She stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling cabinet by the wall, slowly opened it, and silently found a lilac scarf, wrapped it, and shrunk half of her face inside, hiding in it, which made her feel a trace of family warmth.

It was also given to her by her parents a few years ago.

Hermione walked down the hallway, then stopped, sitting lonely against the mottled stone wall, black armor on the left and right, and a pile of books scattered on the ground.

Outside the window, the thin clouds in the sky were like a touch of silky silk, but the beautiful scenery hardly brought her the slightest comfort.

A significant number of people chose to stay in school at Christmas, including Hermione.

"Aren't you going home?" both Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione's application form as they registered to stay at the school

"I have something to deal with at school. The girl said.

Her dorm room has a radio that she has specially adapted to break through Hogwarts shields to hear signals, and it is said that a once-in-a-century storm will occur this Christmas.

As a Christmas present.

Hermione gave each of them a copy of Advanced Defense Techniques for the Dark Arts, with a black cover and a thick spine that made them both feel big at first glance and didn't want to open it.

On Christmas Day, the snow around Hogwarts is wonderful.

Snowflakes swirl outside the window again, fluttering against the frozen lattice, and Christmas is just around the corner. Twelve Christmas trees have been brought to the auditorium, holly and metal foil have been wrapped in the railings of the stairs, ever-bright candles have flashed in the helmets of the armor, and bouquets of mistletoe have hung every other section in the hallways.

Junior students rub snowballs and have snowball fights in the open space outside, in the hallway.

Hermione sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, and in the midst of the jungle, she saw an extremely wide back, and couldn't help but show a surprised expression

"The sea... Hagrid: Is that you? How did you get back?"

"Oh, Hermione, long time no see. Hagrid turned his big body and turned his head.

"Why don't you talk to us. ”

"The Ministry of Magic is a big problem, isn't it?"

"Yes. Hagrid's eyes widened at him, scratching his curls angrily, and then kicked the snow in front of him, sending the slag flying.

"I've resigned since that Umbridge got some Muggle rank. "I guess Hogwarts is coming soon, but I'm sure Minerva won't agree with it." ”

The mysterious man has taken control of the Ministry of Magic, and this has become a reality.

"Why didn't you come to us?" Hermione wondered.

"I've just come back, and I'm still arranging my little boys. Hagrid shook his head.

"Little girl?" Hermione snapped into her senses, looking at some of the squirming hairy legs behind him, and smiled a little awkwardly.

"I'm ready to surprise you guys when I'm ready to settle in. Hagrid reached out and pressed the things down again.

"By the way, what are you doing here," he asked suddenly, and Hagrid realized that Hermione wasn't supposed to be here.

"I'll fetch something for the professor. Hermione lied kneely.

"Neither Harry nor Ron are there. ”

If it were the two of them, Hagrid would probably still interrogate them, after all, they were two troublemakers.

While Hermione began to prepare for the storm, someone didn't stop moving.

Professor McGonagall was eating lunch in the Great Hall when a dark figure appeared behind her.

"Minerva, this is your Christmas present. Snape suddenly appeared behind him and handed the box in his hand.

Professor McGonagall had a flattered look on her face.