The four of them were silent for a while. Harry was upset. Cyrus slowly walked to the window. At this time, it started to snow outside the window.

Cyrus was also thinking about something, and for a moment the only sound in the lounge was the sound of burning wood.

It wasn't long before Harry and Ron went back upstairs to rest.

He was probably worried that the club members would be back soon. To be honest, Harry didn't know what to do after this happened.

Escape seems to be the easiest option.

Cyrus and Hermione were the only ones left in the common room. The little witch picked up a book and read for a while, then began to feel a little sleepy.

"Shall we go and rest too?" Hermione said to Cyrus, "However, how about taking a bath first? It's a bit cold."

Cyrus??? "Okay."

There are many bathrooms in Hogwarts where you can take a shower. In fact, there is a bathroom in the dormitory. However, unlike the luxurious place like the prefect's bathroom, the dormitory bathroom is just a public bathroom separated by men and women.

Since Cyrus was using Ginny's body, he could only enter the women's bathhouse.

It wasn't cold in the bathroom at all. When the shower was turned on, warm water flowed down. Hogwarts didn't have solar energy or water heaters, but magic could be used to heat the water.

The bathroom was filled with mist. Cyrus sat with another small tablet while Hermione washed her fluffy hair attentively.

"Ginny, can you rub my back for me? I can't reach it."

"Of course," Cyrus said calmly.

He is not a lolita complex, and has no interest in Hermione, this little tablet. - The next morning, Cyrus came down with Ginny's body, which looked much more energetic, and found Harry sitting next to the burning fireplace without saying a word. Ron and Hermione were playing wizard chess.

"What's wrong with you? You're not going to class?"

"Today there is only Herbology class, which has been cancelled." Ron turned his head, "It's snowing heavily, and Professor Sprout has to put socks and a scarf on Mandrake."

Then Hermione whispered in Cyrus' ear: "It's been tough for Harry. You know what happened yesterday... Everyone is avoiding him."

"I think I can help you explain it." Cyrus said after thinking for a while.

But Harry had already stood up from the sofa: "No, no, thank you. I don't care what they think of me, as long as you believe in me, that's enough."

"Where are you going?" Ron saw Cyrus and Harry walking out together. He remembered that Ginny's class today seemed to be in the afternoon? "To have breakfast."

"I'm going to get some fresh air."

Cyrus and Harry left the common room together.

As expected, a snowstorm had started outside the castle. Thick, gray snowflakes were dancing in the sky, blocking every window. The castle was much darker than usual during the day.

"Don't worry too much, Harry. I'm sure they will soon understand that you would not do such a thing. Everyone knows that you are an upright person." Cyrus comforted.

"Thank you, Ginny." Harry forced a smile. He didn't have much hope for this. Just like "Ginny" said yesterday, those people didn't care what the truth was. They just needed something to talk about. So many things had happened and they needed an outlet for their emotions.

It's the same whether it's him or not, and it's better to be him! Who made him the famous Harry Potter? It's always particularly satisfying to associate a famous person with those bad things. It's as if by doing this, they can seem more sober than others.

Instead of walking together, the two people quickly separated.

Cyrus did not go to the hall to eat, but turned to the bathroom on the third floor.

The attacks must continue, not for the sake of the attacks themselves, but only by creating panic will the events in Hogwarts attract attention. Only in this way can Cyrus find a way to temporarily expel Dumbledore from the school.

Otherwise, even if he was resurrected, he would not be a match for Dumbledore.

It was snowing hard outside. Thick, gray flakes were floating in the air and the corridor was filled with wind.

He soon found a target, Justin Finch-Fletchley, a second-year Hufflepuff wizard from the Muggle world.

He seemed to be heading to the kitchen to get some extra cooking done, and he was accompanied by a friend of his, someone Cyrus didn't know, but that didn't matter.

He cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself and followed them.

"Ernie, do you think Harry Potter will really be the heir of Slytherin?" Justin asked his companion as they walked. "To be honest, I only knew about the Parseltongue you mentioned yesterday."

"I think it's almost certain. That's a power unique to dark wizards," Ernie said confidently. "And you saw how scary he was when he was talking to the snake yesterday!"

"Maybe you're right." Justin nodded seriously.

Cyrus had already walked over to them, and he took out his wand and waved it near Justin's temple.

The soul is out of the body.

Justin's eyes immediately became wandering, as if Cyrus had taken his soul away. He stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ernie asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just remembered that I have something to do and I have to go back first. Can you get me a glass of hot pumpkin juice?" Justin spoke woodenly under Cyrus' control.

Ernie didn't doubt it. "Then you better be careful on the road. I remember you told him you were a Muggle-born, right?"

"I'll be careful."

Cyrus controlled Justin to leave. Fortunately, because of the weather, there were few people in the corridor today. It was too cold and it was snowing. If the snow stopped, there would be many people hanging out.

He took Justin to look for traces of ghosts in the castle, and soon met the headless Nick who was wandering in a dark corridor.

Then, he removed the Imperius Curse from Justin.

The confused wizard hadn't figured out what was going on yet and looked around blankly.

"Why am I... here?"

"Why are you here? You are so confused. Didn't you walk here by yourself?" Nick tilted his head - his head almost fell off - and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"You're the Gryffindor ghost? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, just to help you out." Nick said sadly, "Also, I found the window here was open, and I wanted to help you close it, but I found out that I was dead, a ghost--"

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed an expression of extreme fear on Justin's face, and then he fell straight down as if he was scared out of his wits.

"——What? I'm a ghost, am I that scary?" Nick looked ridiculous, "I remember that I would show up every year when the little wizards first entered school?"

He turned his head with a strange look on his face.

Now he knew why Justin was so frightened.

Darlings, please read on. The reading rate is too low. I still don’t have a recommended position. I don’t know if I can get a recommended position today.

(End of this chapter)