The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Q: What are the professors doing?

Answer: Professor McGonagall is cleaning the stone statue; Professor Flitwick is testing the spell; Professor Sprout is grooming and replacing the plants in the central courtyard; and Professor Snape...he doesn't seem to care about it.

"Do you need to go to the Forbidden Forest to find some troll security guards?" Lupine asked the deans.

"No... Remus! If you're really free, why don't you help Felius change everyone's stone dwarf statues?" Professor McGonagall glared at him, and dismissed Lupine push away.

Cyrus and Hermione sat by the fountain in the central courtyard, behind them they could see the Black Lake in the distance, and down the stairs, there was a lawn below.

Here, it is probably the welcome point.

"Cough... Minerva, Felius, we welcome guests, not enemies!" Dumbledore walked over from the office. He looked at the heavily armed stone statue, and finally couldn't hold back.

He spread his hands and said helplessly, "Why did you replace all dwarves' armor and helmets with fine steel?"

Following Dumbledore is Professor Moody, his magic eye is curiously observing the changes here, and every slight change cannot escape his eyes.

Perhaps, it's just because when he was young, the school didn't have these novelties...

"Albus! We are the organizers of this year's Triwizard Tournament!" Dean Flitwick wiped the sweat from the heads of the two sitting by the fountain, and nodded in greeting.

"I don't understand..." The principal was confused by his logic.

"Tsk, it's precisely because we are the organizer that we have to be more grand...understand?" The dean waved his hands excitedly, "At least we can't be underestimated by others. I heard that Durmstrang and Beauxbaton All very proud..."

"... Nothing! Little Cyrus, come here!"

Principal Dumbledore greeted Cyrus, while Professor McGonagall and Dean Flitwick called Hermione, and they were called by the principal and professor respectively.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and said softly: "Well... there is something, maybe I need to trouble you on Friday, that is... that fireworks... ahem! Can you change Hogwarts ? Really not, the Hogwarts Express is fine too"

"Principal, this magic is not difficult, don't you know how?" Cyrus refused to perform.

"I'm the headmaster~ Of course I can't do it casually... How about setting off fireworks?" Dumbledore looked at him expectantly, "It's up to you, Cyrus, but I can help you increase the flames." ..."

"Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon...the movement is so loud, it will definitely affect Smaug, so...you see..."

As headmaster of Hogwarts, how could Dumbledore do nothing?He watched Cyrus's fingers hidden in his sleeves slightly raised towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest, so he thought for a while.

"No problem, but only if you protect the other students..."

So, this deal was decided. Cyrus knew that Smaug had always wanted to come out to play, so he could use this opportunity to show off to other schools.

The existence of the Triwizard Tournament was originally a competition between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, the three major European magic schools. To put it bluntly, it was just for showing off.

"What did McGonagall and Professor Flitwick say?" He bounced back to Hermione.

"Secret~ But what you can know is that I will also perform that day..." Hermione recalled the proposal of the two deans, which was also about 'how to show off reasonably', "Well... the scenery here is really nice !"

There are only five days left until Friday. They will run to the professor after finishing their homework after class.

Fortunately, the wizards are used to this kind of behavior of the two, otherwise... In a few days, some shocking secrets will come out. You know, the photos of Cyrus and Hermione are worthless now .

What's worth it?That's the time to ask Colin and Dennis.

But according to their reports, the most valuable one now...is probably Cedric's?After all, he was the most promising Hogwarts warrior of the year.

Of course, the premise is that there are people over the age of 17.

"Okay, you can get out...but remember, don't embarrass yourself with your troll-like brains!" Snape announced the dismissal of the get out of class without any anger.

"Wuhu! Long live!!"

Wayne, who was dozing there, suddenly woke up. He grabbed the scratch paper used for arithmetic and threw it in the air. Wayne's behavior was the first of the dominoes.

After the cheering wizards left the classroom, all that was left to Snape was the dead teacher with a gloomy expression, and... the scratch paper all over the place.

"Wayne!! Stay with me tonight in confinement... No magic cleaning is allowed!!!"

It's a pity that they ran away a long time ago. Everyone went back to their respective lounges to put away their schoolbags, change into brand new school uniforms, lined up, followed the professor from the foyer to the central courtyard, and followed the stairs to the downstairs hall. lawn.

"Go this way! The first graders go first...Miss Patil! Don't wear a headgear, it will make the school look less majestic..." Professor McGonagall commanded the team sternly.

"Huh? Where's Cyrus?" Justin noticed that Hufflepuff's team was missing people.

"Hermione didn't come either! Professor!" Mandy couldn't find her dear roommate, "Should we wait for the two of them? Although I guess they may be... ahem..."

"Don't worry, let's go first, you will see them." Professor Flitwick nodded towards McGonagall, who sent the students to the lawn in front of the Black Lake, and then walked back.

It was already six o'clock, and the twilight was getting darker. Looking up, the wizards could even see the moonlight hanging on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest.

While the wizards were rubbing their hands back and forth and stamping the lawn hastily, Beauxbaton's representative arrived first...

(I'm a little lazy today)