The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Learning Mutual Aid Association was thus disbanded.

It was as simple and brutal as the Prussian government's seizure of the Rheinische Zeitung, but Cyrus and Hermione didn't regret it, and neither did the others, and they wouldn't just give up.

This is not only for the vice president and the president, but for everyone...almost every member has put their energy into it. This is a place that belongs to everyone, and an invisible force binds people together.

In mid-November of the same year, Dolores Umbridge closed the eighth-floor classroom gifted by Quirinus Quirrell.

When they passed by or saw the dusty door, they suddenly remembered that this classroom seemed to be a gift given to Cyrus and everyone by Quirinus using his authority.

Originally, Umbridge thought that the little ones would be more honest, but when she went out to inspect, she found that everyone was as usual, shoulder to shoulder.

There seems to be no difference between colleges and colleges except for scores and college cups.

Five or six people will always get together, or a dozen people will gather together in the auditorium to have an exciting all-out war. Cyrus and Hermione didn't do anything, they just went to class, dismissed get out of class, took exams...

"Boys... use the magic spells you know to avoid Lupine and me!"

Professor Moody seemed to have been stimulated by something, and directly threw the "Encyclopedia of Defense Against Magic" aside, and started the practical training directly in front of Umbridge.

"No!" She held the manual between her arms and said righteously, "Professor Moody... you just sent Slytherin's Millicent Burst to the school infirmary last week, which is dangerous. ..”

"That's his own problem, investigator, he's just not good at learning."

"Then, as a senior investigator, I have the right to modify your authority!" Umbridge stood in front of him and stopped everyone's classroom exercises. "I said...dangerous teaching methods are prohibited~"

"What if I don't?" Moody said, walking crookedly in front of her, tilting his head.

"Then I'm sorry, according to Education Law No. 20 Order No. [-], I have the right to dismiss you..." She loosened her hand, and the sheepskin scroll slid down, "It's unbelievable that Dumbledore would let a lunatic be a professor "

She had heard from Slytherin that Moody had demonstrated the three Unforgivable Curses in public last term.

"I've caught more Death Eaters than you've ever seen!" Moody growled, "You're really hurting them by doing that!!"

But this is a special period. If it was a peaceful era, Moody might tell the story of himself as an Auror like Lupine did, or like Lockhart...

But he couldn't... Moody had been invited by Dumbledore just to protect them, a duty left over from being an Auror.

"I! I have seen too many people who died because of their inexperience!!" Moody's face covered with sutures was distorted by the roar, and the blue magic eyes almost protruded. Out.

"Hmph... just like Dumbledore, spreading those scary rumors, isn't it?" Umbridge said in a piercing voice with a deadpan face, "It seems that you can no longer be a professor..."

"How dare you! No one can order me but Albus!!"

"Aha~ you've finally been exposed...not even the Ministry of Magic, are you? Same with Geri Silda Macbeth and Tibe Luce Ogden!"

Mark Bans and Ogden resigned from the Wizengamot Senatorship because of their opposition to the Ministry of Magic.

The whole Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was strangely quiet, no one dared to show their spirits, Cyrus wanted to stand up for Moody, but Professor Lupine stood beside him, holding him tightly.

"She did it on purpose..." Lupine whispered, "Even if you stand up, you can't change Umbridge's mind"

"I know, but... a position needs to be stated"

"You don't need your attitude, little Cyrus, we all know...Professor Dumbledore is not free right now, he is looking for the mysterious man"

After class, when Cyrus and Hermione were in the corridor on the second floor, they could still hear Moody's roar. They waited for a while at the marble revolving steps before seeing Professor Lupine come out.

As he said, Moody was dismissed by Umbridge because he was a friend of Dumbledore, and Lupine was also pushed down by Moody because of his identity as a werewolf.

Just after Saturday, when Hermione was sorting out the dream diary needed for Professor Trelawney's divination class, Cyrus brought bad news.

"Professor Moody has been dismissed by the Ministry of Magic..." Cyrus had just come from the Hogwarts notice board.

"Now there are internal and external troubles, and Mr. Abbott's bar is also managed by the Ministry of Magic." Hermione put down Crookshanks, ignoring his angry look, and raised her hand to squeeze Cyrus' face.

Under Hermione's gentle kneading of the muscles that had been tense for a long time, Cyrus relaxed a lot, and his eyes became brighter.

The Force is with him, I really want to sleep all day... hugging Hermione, of course, or being hugged by Hermione...

There was less joy on his face, so that Hermione wondered if Cyrus had laughed so much before that he had used up all his smiles in his life?

Originally, the Ministry of Magic planned to search for "The Quibbler", but Fudge and the others couldn't find Rita Skeeter. Mr. Goodlove always used "an anonymous submission" to prevaricate the Ministry of Magic.

"Are you still working with your dream diary?" Cyrus quietly reached out, but Hermione grabbed his wrist.

"It's not a gentleman to casually flip through a lady's things...My dear, I thought you would learn something from the Prime Minister and the Queen." Hermione deliberately avoided the diary, and put it in the diary in front of him. Inside the trench coat.

"At least I learned a month more than someone, danced half a dance, and my shoes would step on me ten times"

"Shut up!" Hermione said angrily with the blushing on her face, "It's better to think about what to do with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class...I'm sure it's definitely the Ministry of Magic picking people, and those damned people of...."

Damn little purebloods...they're so happy to be snitching, they're such natural snobs.

Hermione smiled apologetically when she saw Cyrus who was a little silent again. She knew that Cyrus was too tired for a while, and even had to talk to Malcolm who stayed beside Malfoy in the middle of the night.

In the last Transfiguration class, he lost the table on the McGonagall podium in a daze, which surprised the professor.

"Sorry, I think we should take a break, how about it?" Hermione blew out the candles, hooked Cyrus' neck in the empty study room, and dabbed some water on his lips.

"I still have to go to the principal's office to look for it...maybe he's back now." Cyrus blinked gratefully, and gained some strength from the smell of strawberries, "thank you~ where to go...the prefect's bathroom how?"

"It's just to take a bath." Hermione looked at him deeply, and said bluntly, holding the flesh on his face with her fingers.

"Ouch! Of course...cough...I just want to try the prefect's private bathroom"

Hermione chased after him, looked at Cyrus' brisk back in the corridor, and sighed, obsessed?look forward to?Fear and other emotions tugged at her heart.

The corridor is very dark....Fortunately, the torches on the walls were not extinguished.

The ugly gargoyle was still standing there. Cyrus had searched for it several times before, and Principal Dumbledore was still nowhere to be seen. But this time Moody's classroom was ordered to expel, which is bad news.

"Iced lemon ice cream" Cyrus whispered, the wall behind the stone statue cracked in two again.

McGonagall complained more than once: A thief who wants to enter the principal's office only needs to know what Dumbledore likes to eat.

The strange thing is that Cyrus always reported different names every time, but he could successfully guess the password once. He felt that if he just said 'strawberry hard candy' or 'pineapple ice cream', the door would open.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" He knocked on the golden knocker, but there was no sound from inside.

"Sure enough..." Silence was the only answer to Cyrus. He looked at the solid wooden door and pushed it impatiently. When his hand touched the wooden door, it was like pushing the air.

The door of the principal's office squeaked and was pushed open...

Originally, there was no light in the office, but when the door was fully opened, the candles and the lighting spell lanterns were all lit up, and the small alchemy objects began to emit steam again.

"Hey! Kid...why did you come here?!" The Sorting Hat was on the display case, and shouted in a daze.