The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Harry was drooling enviously from the corner of his eyes, he didn't understand why Cyrus was yelling at Umbridge in class without being called to the office...

There are no people in the classroom of the club. In order not to be caught by the pigtails, the president and vice president told everyone not to stay too long if they have nothing to do, especially be careful of some people who like to make small reports.

Harry sat there puffed up, looking out the window boredly.

"That's great... that's great..." he kept thinking, "It's a good thing you didn't go to that old toad's office... My eyes are almost blind, I'm so bored!!"

"Yes, but don't forget, I was indeed locked up by Snape." Cyrus' mouth twitched.

He really thought that Snape's conscience had found out, and he just made an excuse, but he didn't expect... He actually put Cyrus in confinement, which lasted until Thursday, a total of two days...

Hermione on the side waved her fist and hit Cyrus.

"Come on~ that's also called confinement?" Hermione stuffed two thick notebooks into his clothes, pouted, and said unwillingly, "Which professor's confinement has you seen that asked you to make a bottle?" Wolfbane potion?"

"what is this?"

"There is an excerpt from the "Potions Journal", about the knowledge about the potion of chamaejasma... By the way, the point is to help me record the process." Hermione pointed and said, "Don't forget, the whole process of the potion must be recorded Come down!"

Cyrus' confinement, in Hermione's view, was nothing more than a one-on-one tutoring session with a Potions Master who was rarely available.

"Oh~ it seems we can only go for a walk on weekends" he said disappointedly.

"Huh? Do you mean a walk, or... Crookshanks' 'walk'?" Hermione hooked his necklace with her fingertips, "I remember someone was in the 'secret walk' last week." al' say.. don't like the..."

"Have you? Last week? Cough...I went to the old bat's cave." Cyrus blew, and ran away while Hermione was smoothing her hair.

Hermione had just finished writing the 'Social Investigation Project' to be handed over to the Weasley twins when Ginny came in.

The fiery red-haired girl walked straight to Harry's side, and Hermione coughed twice, her eyebrows twitched dramatically, and made room.

Before leaving, he closed the door of the classroom intimately.

And Umbridge was still thinking about how to let Cyrus accept her "confinement", but after thinking about it, he found that the first thing to get over was the problems of those professors.

Not to mention Principal Dumbledore who has never seen anyone...

Professor Snape said firmly: "I will arrange his punishment...then... please leave Ms. Umbridge"

Then he closed the door heavily.

Snape's office was very familiar to Cyrus, and it could be regarded as one of the few students who had entered his office except for the Slytherin students.

Even Gryffindor students were punished in the Potions classroom.

"Professor...you look happy?" Cyrus ground the moonstone powder, then poured it into a small bottle and placed it in front of the window behind the professor. The powder in the bottle gave off a light blue iridescence.

"What's wrong with your eyes? I haven't heard of any potion that makes people stupid." Snape hid in the shadows, his back to him.

"Those notes that revised the Potions textbook are your efforts, and your efforts have been recognized by people. Isn't it worth being happy?"

"Huh...glib..." Professor put the purified wolfsbane potion, and said sarcastically, "Don't learn Dumbledore's accent, I've heard enough..."

However, no matter how much Snape ridiculed, the only unchangeable fact was: the harsh words Umbridge said in class today made him extremely angry.

But his anger was not because of 'this author is not recognized', but another kind...a person who grasped the truth, despised by a fool, Snape was a little funny while being angry.

"professor...?"

Cyrus knew he was a Death Eater, but there seemed to be something else about Snape besides the Slytherin traits... well preserved.

"Get out as soon as the confinement is over~" The professor looked at the time and urged hoarsely, "You still have 5 minutes to return to the lounge. If you are caught by Umbridge, don't blame me!"

The next morning, Cyrus was the first to enter the classroom, and soon saw Umbridge, with a smile that contradicted her own thinking.

He knew it was rude, but...it did look disgusting.

"Little Cyrus, you'd better not talk today." Professor Flitwick jumped off the pile of books and took Cyrus' hand, "Did you know? That old woman has been eyeing you recently... "

"How come? How do you..." Cyrus asked suspiciously.

Dean Flitwick's hand was wrinkled and bigger than the baby's palm, but it was very strong. He held Cyrus with one hand, while the other hand kept patting the back of the other's hand.

Did his eyes look sideways, as if he was worried that the senior investigator would hear.

"Tsk tsk tsk... She ran to Professor McGonagall to sue because she couldn't go to the principal's office..." Flitwick's face was full of disdain, "But it doesn't matter much, huh...it's just the Ministry of Magic One..."

The professor didn't seem to want to speak too harshly in front of the students, so he stopped cursing harshly.

"Good morning~ Why is she still here?" Hermione, who entered the classroom, also noticed something unusual, "Even if you insulted her a few words, are you just holding grudges like this?"

"No, that's only a secondary reason... because of the relationship between the two of you and Dumbledore..." Flitwick felt a headache for this, "But Remus and Mr. Scamander should be the ones who hate her the most of"

"They know each other?"

"I don't know, but Umbridge once drafted an "Anti-Werewolf Act." When the professor talked about this, his teeth itch, "You don't know how hostile she is to half-bloods..."

The "Anti-Werewolf Act" is the exact opposite of Newt Scamander's "Werewolf Record Book". Because of this act, most werewolves at that time could not find jobs.

Then the problem can be found, since werewolves are hostile and can't find a job to make a living, what else can they do?

The answer is obvious: Be an advocate of the Anti-Werewolf Act, as described.

"Professor! I think it's time to start the lecture...I will report your grades to the Ministry of Magic~" She smiled, and her disrespectful tone made Hermione a little resentful.

Score?This is Professor Flitius Flitwick!Be the most popular Dean! !

(I’ve been a little stuck lately...Fox will go to the hospital on Monday, and I can’t ask for leave on Monday, so I’ll post Sith’s episode to make up a little bit of words, I’m so sorry~)