The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(The male protagonist is abolished x The male protagonist has not established authority and authoritarianism√)

Wand science is an extremely complicated subject, and there is no way to do it except summarizing experience.

Many miraculous things that happened with the wand were not explained clearly. Even if Cyrus secretly went to Professor Binns, he couldn't get the answer. This was not because of monopolizing knowledge, but because no one would care.

To be precise, no one should care about 'what kind of person I am'. No matter how you say it, the original intention of the wand material is good or neutral.

"Then you don't feel anything yourself?"

"Yes... but not many, the only thing I know is that I have been acknowledged by two wands..."

Cyrus was in the Room of Requirement, with models and armor of various material combinations lined up on both sides, and Hermione's curly hair was elegantly tied up, and they tested the so-called 'change' with actual combat.

The unicorn hair is still the same as the core of the staff. When using some curses and poisonous spells, it is always weird and awkward.

His right hand is stroking the aspen wand. The white and delicate texture is as beautiful as natural ivory, like a short silver spear. Compared with the alder wand in his left hand, aspen seems to be born for fighting .

More than... More precisely, it should exist for the sake of 'war magic'.

Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)!

Cyrus turned sideways in a quick reaction, dodging the red disarming spell, and with Hermione's wand yelled just now, he knocked on the forehead with the alder wood.

"The silent spell is the key, it is the most suitable wand for 'silent spell', none of them..." Cyrus paced back and forth, thinking about the relevant knowledge points, "Concentrate, maintain the frequency, and then what coming?"

Dogwood completely insulates silent spells, willow can cast silent spells of higher magic, but alder is the 'best fit' because it communicates perfectly with all wands' silent spells, ignoring the gap with vocalizations.

Silent spells are much less powerful than normal chanting spells, and with different wand materials, the difficulty level and the difficulty of casting spells will vary.....

But alder is different, for the same spell, the state of silent and normal casting is absolutely the same, there is no difference!This is the reason why alder as a material has been promoted to the altar of silent spells.

"Perhaps you can connect with the simplest feeling." Hermione's interest had just come up, "Are you still coming?"

"Try...start with the Levitation Charm"

While Cyrus blocked the incoming attack with aspen wood, it had to be said that Hermione's dragon heartstrings gave the spell a more explosive sense of power. When he resisted unilaterally, he tried to use the silent levitation spell to influence the other party.

Such as making things around, as a means of attack, or simple dead objects and dead objects' transformations.

But after a night of practice, Cyrus only moved the helmet next to the wall, but halfway through the flight, it fell to the ground again.

"Don't be too impatient...we have plenty of time" Hermione didn't expect that one day, it would be her turn to comfort Cyrus, but she knew what this wand meant to Cyrus.

"I said that if I had the chance, I would definitely accomplish what he didn't..." Cyrus planned to get in touch with the alder wand this semester, "Fortunately, the wand is never jealous "

"What do you mean?" She suspected that someone meant something else.

"I'm just talking about magic wand, dear sister~"

They came out of the Room of Requirement and blew out the candles in the deserted club classroom. They didn't meet Professor Dumbledore until they moved the stairs. He looked at the two of them with interest.

"Actually, each wand has its own uniqueness, and you can get the favor of two wands at the same time... If you get a chocolate frog card in the future, there will be many names below it"

Dumbledore ignored Cyrus' dislike and walked behind the two.

"The curfew is coming soon, won't you guys not go back to the dormitory to rest?" He turned his head, his gaze was directed at the flickering passage, "I don't know who... made me go to the bathroom the night after the dance there is no place”

This is the truth~

That night, Headmaster Dumbledore planned to go to the wonderful Room of Requirement as usual to solve the difficulties temporarily, but unexpectedly, the door was closed tightly, which meant that there were already people inside.

Or...the room is not open to anyone except the person specified by the user.

Who knows, in the middle of the night, he crossed his legs and walked through the corridors to the bathroom...

"Of course not, Professor! I sympathize with what happened to you!" Hermione's ears were burning like a fever, and she stammered, "We're going to go back now..."

In a panic, Hermione left Cyrus, who was held by Dumbledore's shoulders, and staggered back to the Ravenclaw tower through the secret passage.

"Cough...Professor~ Will there be traces of the newly approved wand?" Cyrus asked casually.

"No...the record wouldn't be added if the Ministry of Magic didn't know about it." Dumbledore twitched his beard. "Well, alder wood with unicorn hair? Not the best match...this one The wand, it should have been with you for three years."

Dumbledore looked at his wand wistfully, and was a little surprised that Cyrus cared.

"But it was only recognized today." Cyrus's mood was as if three years of hard work and perseverance had finally paid off.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it was as if he had lived with Hermione for three years after graduation, and now he was finally married. It was not only a one-way happiness, but also a sense of ambivalence that he had finally come out of the maze.

The combination of alder wood and unicorn hair is an absolute 'loyalty'...

"Ah...so, now you can use it to its full potential." Dumbledore walked on his right side, groping for something with his right hand all night.

"It's the injured unicorn back then..." Cyrus said about the Magical Creature Protection class, "I can understand its eyes, but... did it pity me, or forgive this root?" wand?"

"A unicorn is a sacred creature. It may express relief and forgiveness for everything in the past, because you saved it and the owner of the wand that hurt it...they are emotional"

It recognized the wand that had hurt itself, but it appeared in the hand of the wizard who saved him.

Maybe it was trust, or maybe, as Principal Dumbledore said, the unicorn felt the material of the core, so he chose another understanding, because of the incomprehensible sacredness.

That is, the relief and forgiveness of 'maybe he is gone for other reasons, but he is still gone'.

Dumbledore sent Cyrus to the underground kitchen passage, next to a pile of oak barrels, and added: "Don't sneak out in a strange way again... You know, old people can't bear to be frightened"

Apparently, some of Cyrus's strange ways of traveling at night always make Dumbledore, who occasionally patrols, clutch his chest.

"It won't happen (it won't be discovered)" Cyrus tapped the barrel rhythmically, and after waiting for a while, the door to the Hufflepuff lounge had just opened.

"Remember! The wand is just an affirmation of certain aspects of you...it's filling!" Dumbledore's blue eyes were extraordinarily energetic, "Ahem...Severus and Felius are both in this aspect master of

Afterwards, Dumbledore shook his head easily and left, rubbed his crooked nose, and disappeared into the dark passage.

In fact, what shocked him was not because the wizard was recognized by two wands at the same time, but because, for the first time, he saw Cyrus caring about the second wand.

Most wizards may be able to use other wands, but the final effect is not as good as their own. They are only used as tools, not spiritual sustenance.

Lying on the bed, Cyrus carefully aligned the bottoms of the two wands and placed them on the window sill by the bed, leaning on the pillow, crossing his legs, watching the snow reflecting the moonlight.

He seemed to have seen through the snow and saw the suppressed grass seedlings underneath, which was a new round of hope.

.........

"Welcome... Gandalf is out, on foot"

"Isn't this the soul station?" Quirrell groaned anxiously, habitually raised his hat, his hand froze, and quickly let it go again. He looked at everything around him.

This is a room that can be called 'cozy'. He walked unconsciously on the grassland, so he opened the door.

The firewood in the fireplace seems to last forever. Although it is burning, the firewood has not completely turned into carbon, nor has it changed further, as if the state has been imprisoned by time.

A hooded figure meditated on the carpet, welcoming him without opening his eyes.

"Where is this...?" He stammered a little when he was nervous, "You...who are you? Am I... still alive in...hell? Are you... yes grim Reaper?"

"Hey, why don't you sit down and rest?" She took a deep breath, raised her breath, and shouted, "Obi-Wan Kenobi! There's a new guest!!"

"Hello other~"