The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Let me think about what the whole point of the opening ceremony of the top three... Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and Karma Taj, or the whole point of the Hogwarts professor?)

Moody's intention of showing the three Unforgivable Curses is good.

I heard that there are several waves of graduates who can't even release the Iron Armor Curse, and the number of new Aurors is getting less and less. After hearing that the students this year are not bad, Moody instinctively became serious.

He hoped that these little wizards could take on some responsibilities...

"Even though spells are banned by the Ministry of Magic, except... Aurors," Moody grinned, opening his slit mouth, "but I rarely kill people at work... unless I have to"

Cyrus and Hermione glanced at each other, and there was a lot of mistrust in their eyes.

But Moody's eyes quickly locked on the two of them, and he seemed to have guessed what Cyrus and Hermione meant.

"Dumbledore and I have been friends before, and he has a theory that I kind of agree with...Killing a person's soul will be broken and incomplete..." He cleared his throat and said seriously.

"Actually, as long as it can be avoided, Moody usually will not choose to kill people, except for... Death Eaters." Lupine looked at the disabled retired Auror with admiration, "but even so, he will still be killed by others." miss"

"Could it be the revenge of those captured Death Eaters?" Mandy asked speculatively.

"Mainly the relatives of those caught by me." Moody took another sip of wine, and hammered hard on the connection between the wooden leg and the cross section, "If I could choose, I still don't regret it...but the face Not so much about the Death Eaters."

In this classroom, Cyrus and Hermione might be the only ones he could take a closer look at.

"Be vigilant at all times! The Death Eaters will use any way you can't imagine!" He said about the previous wizard wars, "Maybe it's just the two of you here... Killing the basilisk in the second grade is a Good young Auror!"

"It's not me, it's him!" Hermione pushed the golden fur ball out.

Cyrus suddenly felt the eyes of the whole class on him, yes, he never told them about the basilisk in the second year, only Harry, Neville, and Ron knew.

He stared at the blackboard, which seemed to be filled with theorems of the universe, but... there were only three words of the Unforgivable Curses on it.

"Is there such a thing?" Mandy and Lisa asked slowly.

"Why didn't you ever say..." Not only Ravenclaw's, but also Hufflepuff's, and the two houses got together in a rare twist, "You actually kept this matter hidden for two years? !"

"Wait a minute, didn't Hermione have it too? The Death Eater parade for the Quidditch World Cup...she's much better than me..."

"Tsk!" Hermione smacked her lips at him, then kicked him lightly under the table, turned to them and said, "I'm not like some people who keep everything under wraps."

It wasn't until after class that Cyrus was grabbed by Mandy and Justin to ask questions, and the group of them walked back to the Charms classroom one after another before they became quieter.

However, apart from the 'basilisk' that Cyrus was suddenly mentioned by the professor, the rest of the topic was about Professor Moody. When they talked about the professor, their tone suddenly became awed.

"Is there no preferential treatment law for retired Aurors?" Hermione was worried about the social situation in the wizarding world, although this is not the first time, "Just look at it... What does it mean for an excellent Auror to be retaliated against?" Be careful..."

Moody has not always been like this, he said that when he was still working, he was trying not to kill people.

Ability to keep himself from fatal damage, but at the same time keep his opponent alive if possible, even though it risks permanent damage to his own body... mutilated face, body.

"If I had to think about who would bully me every day, I would also become like him..." Cyrus said casually while making spell notes.

"Who bullies... ah~ if that's the case, then I'd rather make you be careful." Hermione twisted Cyrus' waist like her mother twisted Mr. Granger, "making you worry about your own health all the time." Safety!"

"Aww!" Cyrus' hand trembled because of the pain, and the quill was crooked on the notebook.

This is good, he can understand Moody's mood now: he has to worry all the time about whether a pair of hands will come out of nowhere in the next second, and then drill into any part of the body...

From the fourth grade, the courses and homework gradually become more.

Both had even put research papers on potions and spell studies aside, though Cyrus had canceled his divination class this year and shifted his focus to the study of ancient runes.

But Hermione is still looking at the future through the fog...

"I guess! I shouldn't have believed in your evil in the first place!"

Wayne, who drafted the divination class this year, sat with Fawcett with a sad face. Like Harry, he both got a headache looking at the table full of calculation formulas and symbols.

"It was you who asked me if the divination class was fun, and there were a lot less homework, I just told the truth..." Cyrus said innocently.

"Truthful? You call this truthful?" Wayne picked up a piece of parchment full of numbers and symbols, and shook it twice, "I thought I had already learned mathematics before I came to Hogwarts ..."

"That's not even calculus, isn't it a little?"

"Why don't we stick to the repertoire from back then..." Harry was silent for a moment, and then suggested, "There is nothing we can do now, let's start making it up!"

Ron and Neville were still the same as last year. Except for the divination class, the rest were the same electives as Harry. Ron laughed as he watched Harry scribbled the divination content on the paper.

"Write it badly, you know...Trelawney likes to see your face"

Harry couldn't help but nodded when he heard this, and all kinds of tragedies were written on it, which made people look absurd. It didn't look like a divination homework, but more like some kind of absurd literature.

It is as absurd as a blooming chili-flavored ice cream on the Jinsha Gobi.

Wayne also wanted to use this method to quickly solve his homework, but Fawcett of Ravenclaw obviously didn't want him to do this, so he ordered Wayne's behavior to be banned.

"Please, dear... This kind of thing is simply not humanly capable..." Wayne's hand slowly slid to Fawcett's waist, stroking gently, and slowly leaning up.

To Cyrus' surprise, Fawcett had acquiesced...to Wayne's attitude toward the assignment.

Afterwards, Wayne proudly raised his chin towards Cyrus, so Cyrus remembered it in his heart, and waited until there were no people in the club before silently moving the chair to Hermione's side.

Hermione was still doing astronomy homework... struggling to draw a map of the distribution of stars.

"Did you finish your Potions homework?" Cyrus sat on her right side, with his right hand propped on the table, pretending to read his homework, while his left arm was slowly raised behind Hermione.

"Why?" She didn't even lift her head.

"Cough...Minn, I want to borrow your...cough...homework..." Cyrus stammered, "Of course not copying homework! I just want to see your This is to prepare for the OWL next semester"

The Crookshanks on the table was staring at him.

When Hermione stopped writing and turned to look at him, Cyrus realized that Crookshanks' inscrutable eyes were exactly the same as Hermione's.

"No!" Hermione rejected him righteously, without giving him any thought, "If Professor Snape finds out, you will die even worse this semester..."

"When did he find out?!" Cyrus recalled the movement, slowly lowered his left arm from the back of the chair, and slid to the other side of Hermione, maybe it was too sudden, causing Hermione's body to tremble .

Although his face was also a little hot, he couldn't restrain his joy when he noticed Hermione's trembling just now.

There is a play! !

"Dear Mien~ I just got the right answer... You don't want the old bat to scold me, do you?" Cyrus said while the iron was hot, "Of course I finished my Potions, it's really just the right answer... .”

"Well... that's a good point, but... I refuse!" But she didn't resist, "What I'm best at is saying, no to those self-righteous people!"

No matter how coquettish and cute Cyrus is, how much he clung to Hermione's shoulder, she was unmoved. Hermione suppressed the happiness in her heart and warned herself: Don't relax...

So Cyrus lost, and he withdrew his arm in discouragement, it seems... can only hope that Snape will not criticize.

"Put it back!" Hermione's face suddenly changed, and she turned her head to stare at Cyrus.

"No!" Cyrus folded his arms in front of his chest with great reluctance, "Unless you lend me your homework!"

"Cyrus!!" she threatened, frantic, "if you still want me to feed you sweets, then you--best--put your hand back!"

Damn, who taught him?Hermione knew Cyrus would never be like that...

When he quietly put his hand along her back, slowly slid it to her waist, and then gently hugged her, Hermione knew: Cyrus must have something to ask for from herself.

Cyrus turned his head unwillingly, and put his left hand on her back casually, but Hermione was not satisfied, she raised her hand and squeezed Cyrus' face hard, making him cry out in pain up.

"Little bastard...that's not the attitude when you ask me something." Hermione hesitated, and ordered, "21 times! Put your hand back perfectly!"

The so-called perfection must refer to the strength, position and speed that just satisfied her.

"Aha! That's one less time for you..." Cyrus couldn't believe that she actually ordered him to restore his hand to its original position, and now he had to do it.

But Cyrus was not satisfied. For him, it was a deal that lost his wife and lost his army... The experience gained from Wayne with astronomy homework was useless to Hermione.

Now there is still suffering sitting here...

"Wayne, a black-hearted businessman, a liar, must have colluded with Fawcett..." Cyrus gently put his hand back in place, and vowed in his heart to go back to the dormitory to make him look good.

Hermione shifted slightly to the right, and now she was even tighter than before.

But her head was lowered because she was drawing a map of the stars, and Cyrus couldn't see her face, hidden by curls, a little flushed, because he was concentrating on feeling the softness on the inside of her arm.

I have to say, apart from his purpose, it is indeed a bit comfortable... just... just the hands are a little stiff.

It wasn't until curfew that Hermione finished drawing the distribution map and marking the names of each star. When Cyrus was about to leave dejectedly, he was hit on the face by some book.

He caught it and found that it was Hermione's potion workbook.

"Hold it and get out! If... Professor Snape finds out that we have the same homework, you will die!" Hermione lowered her head and hurried outside.

"But what are you doing to me now? It's almost curfew now..."

"No Potions class tomorrow! Only the day after tomorrow!!"