The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Bad news: I dreamed about Hermione last night; Good news: I'm writing the Sith series tonight, but it won't be finished until Monday morning)

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After Hogwarts opened Hogsmeade Village on the weekend, it was much quieter than before...

Many students above the third grade made appointments with students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Of course, especially those little French girls. Fleur's dance partner, Roger Davis, was downcast.

"What's up with him?"

"It's just being dumped..."

The snow outside Hogwarts Castle hadn't melted yet, and some students who hadn't gone to Hogsmeade village crowded together and used Transfiguration to get some reclining chairs, and they sat lazily on the lawn basking in the sun.

This group of club members who help each other has become a strange sight in Hogwarts.

The sun in winter is not hot, and it can just disperse some coldness when it shines on people.

Roger Davis sat alone on a stone by the Black Lake, his head resting on his hands, his face was full of haggardness. He failed to invite Fleur Delacour today, and the other party went to Hogsmeade with others .

"You're not going to compete anymore? You're playing every day..." Ernie yawned and asked with his eyes closed.

"It's already been prepared, Dean Sprout sent me some herbs." Cedric almost slipped off his chair. For some reason, he has become more and more lazy recently.

Hmm...it must be the weather!

The snow, the cold, the sun, the combination of these factors, it is hard not to make people lazy...

A few days ago, Cyrus made many changes to the venue and the event for the audience of the game. Although no matter how he explained it, others didn't think so.

Contest?Cyrus and President Hermione must be dating!They thought so.

"So? So? Have you become a god?" In Ravenclaw's dormitory, Mandy yelled coquettishly while holding Hermione's arm, and Fawcett, who was visiting, blocked the door.

Nobody, not curious about the night when both Hermione and Cyrus stayed out!nobody! !

"It's not important!" Hermione pulled out her left hand arrogantly, but Padma quickly embraced her right arm again, and Lisa hugged Hermione's waist from behind.

"Then if you have the ability, don't hang us up. Who told you to say 'ah, the taste of little angels is wonderful'?"

Hermione's face turned red from the chattering roommate, she was not Cyrus, so she couldn't deal with this kind of cheeky and stalking 'enemy', the defense line was inevitably blown to pieces.

During the fireside chat before going to bed at night, Hermione accidentally talked a little too much.

Well, what she has to admit is that Hermione did have a little bit of joy in the night talk that night, but she can't blame her entirely!It's all S. Fawcett's fault for talking about strange subjects.

So Hermione looked at her showing off, and said angrily, 'Ha!What's so proud of this, it's like I haven't eaten it! '

"No! Are you stupid!" Hermione pulled out her arms vigorously, and flicked the foreheads of the two people on the left and right, "Cyrus is one year younger than me... When you eat fruit, you will eat the unripe fruit." Did you eat it too?"

"It depends...if I really want to eat..." They were actually thinking about it.

Hermione looked at them with a look of 'you should be in Azkaban', puffed up, threw the scarf aside, and strode out of the Ravenclaw lounge.

The Force is with her... She can't be blamed, Hermione is still unable to perform the actions that allow her to enter Azkaban, the little angel is still young, but it will be soon, she won't have to wait long.

According to the tracking spell activated by the necklace, Hermione found Cyrus who was sitting on a chair dangling on the lawn, practicing the silent levitation spell with an alder wand from time to time... He obviously didn't realize the danger coming.

Hermione stood behind the rocking chair, pressed her hands down, and sank...

"Tsk, hello! Who...don't block the sun..."

Cyrus said impatiently, and then the familiar breath and curly hair made him feel bad. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the smile of 'Sister' with his lips pursed.

"You're very laid back~" Her smile seemed to be hiding a knife in Cyrus' eyes.

In fact, it's nothing, but Hermione just ran out of the messy lounge, looking at Cyrus basking in the sun, she couldn't help feeling a little psychologically unbalanced, so she showed the most 'dangerous' smile.

Almost all the people in that row closed their eyes, quietly enjoying the embrace of the sun, and no one dared to speak out.

"Isn't this waiting for you?" Cyrus got up with a sneer, and looked at the people around him bitterly.

But Hermione didn't do much, because her "dear brother" would be dozens of times worse than herself later, Hermione turned the chair back into a branch and said, "Let's go, I hope that today Professor Snape available..."

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Professor Flitwick first? He is your dean!"

"My dear~ the dean is usually busy, so it's better not to disturb..." Hermione's smile was full of malice, "Let's go, if you're not lucky, Professor Snape will probably make time "

Cyrus just curled his lips at this. If it wasn't for the principal's office to try all the names of the snacks in turn, he would rather go to Principal Dumbledore to practice the silent spell.

The most important thing is that since Cyrus gave Dumbledore some snacks from the outside world, those strange passwords of the principal's office have been added again, such as orange sparkling water, potato chips, Coca-Cola...

If possible, Cyrus hoped that Professor McGonagall would never know that these changed passwords were because of him.

When the two of them came to the bottom office, they heard Snape whispering at the stairs, his cold eyes reflected a cold light because of the torches on the wall.

In front of him was Professor Moody, not so much a conversation as Snape's unilateral request.

"Someone took the potion ingredients...and stole it from my private storeroom" Snape was probably so angry that the veins in his temples were throbbing, "while I was cleaning this morning, Found"

"Who's going to come to your office? A... tsk tsk..." Moody's magic eyes caught his childhood sweetheart around the corner.

"I'm telling the truth! If you don't believe me, you can come in and take a look!" Snape's waxy face was a little red with anger, and he shook his robe vigorously to make way.

"I'm not in the mood to check! Dumbledore is always like this, he always wants to give everyone a second chance..." Moody kicked his cane on the floor, "But this method obviously doesn't work for everyone! "

What made Hermione curious was that Moody, who didn't deal with Snape so well, didn't even use his Auror privileges to trouble Snape, he looked at him vigilantly...

It was like, if you just walked in and turned your back on Snape, you would be knocked out.

"What material is missing?" Lupine turned his back to Cyrus and Hermione, trying to liven up the cold atmosphere, "Severus, you have to make it clear...don't you?"

"Bicorn Horn and Mercury Minerals, and...a whole box of...dried African Tree Snake Strips!!"

No wonder Snape was so angry, a whole box of dried African tree snake strips cost more than 500 Galleons, Lupine and Moody looked at each other, a little uncertain, it sounded...it seemed to be Snape's stuff Moved out and sold for money?

If someone stole ingredients to make potions, how could they steal a whole box?

The dried African tree snake strips are stored in airtight glass jars like 'medicinal wine'. There are at least five bottles in a whole box, and they are all Galleons.

"Compound Potion?" Cyrus suddenly called out, and it was only then that Lupine and Snape noticed the two who came down.

"Hmph...something that even Cyrus knows, you've been thinking for so long?" Snape hissed sullenly, "It's a good thing Defense Against the Dark Arts doesn't involve potions, otherwise, I don't know how poor students would learn what"

"If it's to deal with the enemy, my potion knowledge is enough!" Moody sneered back without giving an inch, "It's not like some people who can only hide in this...evil ~ basement for the rest of their lives?"

"Yes, but your--friend--depends on me too, doesn't it?"

Snape's words made Moody's face livid, and holding the cane in his right hand, he violently knocked on the floor violently. Cyrus, like Harry, hoped that the blow would hit the professor's head.

Although Snape's potion is admirable, it does not prevent Cyrus from wanting revenge because of Snape's targeting.

"I think our attention should be focused on the 'polyjuice potion' that Cyrus mentioned." Lupine patted Moody's shoulder and said gently, "Obviously, other people were involved in this competition... "

Professor Lupine couldn't help worrying about Harry.

"Karkaroff! I'm sure it must be him!!" Moody's eyeballs were almost protruding, and he looked extraordinarily horrified on his cracked face, "Think about his movements, is he A small iron bottle?"

Had Ludo Bagman been here, he would have said 'Moody's gone crazy again'.

"But he's the headmaster, we can't..." Lupine felt a headache for his old friend, and gave Cyrus and Hermione an apologetic look, and followed behind him.

"You just don't dare! I'll go!" Moody turned around mechanically, leaning on his crutches, and staggered to disappear in the passage below, "I have the privilege given by Dumbledore, and I have been paying close attention to him... "

"That's your business, I just let you know..." Snape shifted his gaze to Hermione again, "So... two big figures from the "Prophet Newspaper", what do you want from me?"

Cyrus was a little numb from his look, and he gritted his teeth when he heard the words "Prophet Newspaper".

"Silent spell..." he said slowly, his tongue twirling in his mouth.

"No...sorry, what?" Snape rarely showed any surprise, "Miss Granger's dean, but a master of spells, you future master of spells came to me to learn spells ?”

Hermione watched Cyrus' ears turn red with a few words from the professor, and couldn't help sighing: Snape is indeed Cyrus' nemesis.

And yes, in every sense of the word...

Snape looked at the empty underground corridor, and walked back to the office without a word, but the door was not closed, and Hermione said proudly to Cyrus, "Look, I said...Professor Snape will have time"

"Hermione~"

"Ok?"

"Forget it, nothing"

Cyrus only hoped that Hermione could prepare more potions for treating black magic in the future.

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Fox is very entangled now. The next book wants to write an original "secondary two" light novel that is partial to grams, and also wants to write a pure daily novel of Hogwarts (I love Sherlock Holmes played by Robert Downey Jr.)