The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Poor Malfoy, he'd been lying there since he got hit on the back of the head, and when he woke up, he felt sore all over his body, as if he had been trampled by a herd of cows.

Today's weather is so bad that everyone's mood is as bad as eating a piece of raw broccoli from a cheeseburger.

Cyrus and Hermione held their wands upright, and the invisible umbrella was opened to block the rain that was pouring down like buckets. The rain was so heavy and urgent that the friends around could only slap each other. call.

Only the white rain curtain was in sight for everyone, and they found the Thestrals almost in the dark.

This time Hermione saw it too... She looked at the hellish horse and sighed, knowing that she couldn't go back, but it wasn't too bad?

After all... at least she could see what Cyrus saw.

"It won't capsize!" Cyrus sat on the Thestral carriage and shouted to the freshmen, "Of course, just don't fall off the boat yourself!"

After the carriage arrived at Hogwarts, everyone rested in the torch-lit foyer.

"My brother will come this year too!" Colin opened his clothes, took out the camera that was only slightly covered by the wet clothes, and walked in against the wall.

"You guys are famous!" Cedric tossed his hair, and now he was like a drowned rat running over with a newspaper in his mouth, "I can guarantee...especially that small windstorm... "

He was talking about the night of the Quidditch World Cup. Cedric, who was hiding in the woods at that time, naturally also saw the little hurricane.

"She might as well focus her reporting on other things! Like... the missing witch from the Ministry of Magic" Hermione glanced at the newspaper, which portrayed her as a Sith wizard.

"What magic was that night?" No one can resist a storm, especially Cedric, who loves Quidditch.

"Weather Curse"

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Is that what weather spells are like?Cedric seems to have just realized this magic. When he went to the Ministry of Magic with his father, why did he see other people making snow at most?Make rain?

That is the wind!The kind that can blow people up!If it gets bigger, it will become a tornado!

"By the way, let's see what this is?!" Cedric took out a small badge, pinned it on his chest, and flicked it with his fingers. He said proudly, "Boy, if you don't come to the evening training, you will be finished." ..."

He is in sixth grade this year, and he is finally a senior.

After Professor McGonagall reprimanded the mischievous Peeves, he led them into the warm auditorium, and everyone sat at their respective college tables.

Even Cyrus could only leave Hermione's side for a while... But it's not a big problem, it will be fine when the next freshmen are sorted, and he can sit back again.

He thought of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so he looked at the teacher's seat, and found that besides the old professors and the dean, there was a new face next to Professor Lupine, and the weird decorations and behaviors also distracted Cyrus. pressure.

At least Cedric and Hannah, and the others around them, wouldn't be chasing him and Hermione about the Quidditch World Cup.

The only raw face in Hogwarts, only one eye remained, and the other was a blue fake eye that kept moving. He put the school cutlery aside, and took out a handful from his pocket. knife.

He poked a sausage and put it under his mutilated nose to sniff it. Maybe he didn't smell any peculiar smell before he took a bite with confidence.

He turned his head to Dumbledore, whispering something, the normal one looked at Dumbledore, and the abnormal one looked at the wizard below from a rather strange angle.

"Stuart Ackerley!" Professor McGonagall stood on the stage and read the first name on the list.

"Ravenclaw!"

Some trembling boys were sorted to the Eagle House by the Sorting Hat, and he couldn't wait to run over. He had already heard how good Ravenclaw was when he was on the train.

Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang led the cheers as he sat down, and her cheery voice caught the attention of Cedric and Harry.

"Malcolm Bardock!"

This was also one of the names that appeared on the list provided by the Prime Minister. Cyrus looked at the boy, and when the other looked at him, he nodded quietly.

"Slytherin!"

Cheers came from the table at the side of the auditorium, and even Malfoy clapped desperately. Cyrus looked at Hermione again, and the eyes of the two collided instantly. They thought to themselves:

It's a pity that Draco Malfoy didn't know that this freshman came from the Muggle world... Didn't you like to pay attention to his and Hermione's movements before?Now it's their turn.....

"Which family are you from?" Malfoy beckoned him to sit down.

"What kind of family?" Bardock frowned, feeling presumptuous of their inquiries, "I live with my mother...she is just an ordinary person..."

"Impossible! Your father must be a certain pureblood... Don't worry, since you can enter Slytherin, you must be in blood or ambition..."

"Heh, what does it matter to me?" Bardock sneered, "No matter how noble his blood is, he cannot escape being a 'brute'."

Although he was scolding the designated people, Malfoy sounded like he was mocking... mocking them, no matter how noble their blood, they were animals.

This made Malfoy blush, but the rest of the Slytherin freshmen, including Graham Pritchard, were normal, normal to him.

The remaining Kevin Whitby belonged to Hufflepuff, and he sat with great anticipation in the vacant seat opposite Cyrus, which was specially reserved for freshmen; while Stuart Ackerley entered Ravenclaw .

Dennis Clavier is Colin's younger brother, and of course, like his older brother, he also entered Gryffindor.

Colin hugged his shoulders, happily explaining his "artistic creation" in the academy to his younger brother. It seemed that he wanted to bring Dennis into the group as well.

"Now...eat then!" said Dumbledore, laughing.

At first there was only some fruit juice on the table, but now that the sorting ceremony was over and dinner was finally served, Cyrus scooped up a big spoonful of hot mashed potatoes drizzled with cheese.

Spread over a grilled chicken, the chicken fat was mixed into the mashed potatoes and it was perfection.

The salty taste of mashed potatoes and cheese wraps the chicken without making it greasy because of the oil. The oil mixed with the mashed potatoes makes the taste even more fragrant.

"You should eat this combination of calories in this kind of weather!" Cyrus pointed to the ceiling that was thundering and lightning like the outside.

"You're going to get fat!" Hannah screamed, "I curse you!!"

"But I can't get fat~" Cyrus said the most painful words to Hannah in the most relaxed tone.

"I remember the new professor is... called... Moody?" Cedric looked up, and when Moody turned his fake eyes to look over, he immediately lowered his head, "I Heard my dad say...was a terrific Auror"

Cyrus observed the new professor. There was wine on the table, but he still took out the small flagon from behind the traveling cloak, and even the cutlery was replaced by the knife he carried.

There was a kind of "cautiousness" all over his body. When Professor Lupine greeted him as an assistant in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he would stop chatting with Dumbledore and look at him carefully...

"Albus, I was attacked a few days ago...not some wild cats and dogs! What I said is true!" He said vigilantly, maybe Cyrus had watched it for too long, so he He looked at Cyrus again.

Then he continued: "It's a Death Eater! I can be sure...the smell of those ghosts is so familiar to me, but unfortunately, he ran away in the end..."

"Thank you, I'll pay attention...it's getting more and more chaotic now...Moody, do you want me to help you start?" Dumbledore asked him intimately.

"Hmm...if I may, I'm not good at this kind of thing..."

So Principal Dumbledore stood up and said happily to the students below: "This is your Professor Moody this year, who will teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts together with Professor Lupine!"

Dumbledore, who was about to sit down, suddenly remembered something, so he added: "By the way, there is one more thing~ I am afraid that the Quidditch competition will be stopped this year..."

"No!!" Many people cried out.

No school year would be complete without a Quidditch match!Even if there were dementors around the school last year, there was a competition... no!It's a school tradition!

"One more thing~" Dumbledore said deliberately procrastinating, "As I said, in the next few months, we will hold a more interesting event... The Triwizard Tournament will will be held at Hogwarts this year"

"The Triwizard Tournament? Hasn't that thing been held for over a century?" Hermione thought of this traditional event, "a friendly rivalry between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. ..”

However, it was canceled due to the high number of deaths.

However, according to Principal Dumbledore, in order to make the competition safer, they set a strict age limit: participants must be at least 17 years old.

"Wait...then I don't have Quidditch this year, and I can't participate in the competition?!" Cyrus held his head like a duck, staring blankly at the French fries Hermione handed over.

"Yeah, you have to be like me this year...be a spectator"

He's just used to Quidditch...Cyrus stuck his head numb and bit the cod and chips hanging in the air in front of him.