The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Umbridge got worse and worse, and because she couldn't do anything about Moody, she took out her anger on Cyrus and Harry.

It was raining lightly outside the sky, and on Friday night, Cyrus ran back with his rain-soaked hair. The lights in the auditorium and hall were dim, and there were many fewer people.

In addition to the library, it is also suitable for evening self-study. Above the auditorium is the night sky and hundreds of candles of different lengths floating. People are divided into two parts, studying and entertaining at the same time.

Hermione pulled out a dry towel from the bag that had cast the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and put it on Cyrus' head.

"Are you still in confinement?"

Cyrus saw Harry who had just sat down. He failed in Quidditch training today. The captain of the Gryffindor team is now Angelina, and she looks very unhappy today.

"Well... that old toad hasn't let me go, but today is the last time." Harry's hands were hanging by his sides.

"What's the matter with the wound on your hand?" Mandy, who was on the side, noticed the abnormality with sharp eyes.

"The content of the confinement...it's ugly, isn't it?" Harry forgot to cover it with a bandage because he had just finished confinement, and many people could see the mark on the back of his hand that looked like a blade scratch.

Harry's right hand has been shaking and twitching slightly. One can imagine how painful the wound on the back of his hand is. The skin was cut open, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

It's like some religious torture... Just watching it makes people feel a nameless anger.

"Umbridge?" Cyrus raised his hand with his wand. "Using the liquid secreted by the tentacle of the Mortla rat to heal cuts and scrapes...no heavy black magic.. .”

The unicorn hair inside the alder wand, no apparent resistance.

Many people slowly approached, and no one played the original war chess. Only the clone army and the cyborg were fighting each other there because there was no commander.

Standing behind Ron, Lavender said angrily, "What the hell is she trying to do? The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was destroyed, and the club was gone... Now she still wants to destroy us one by one?"

"This is abuse!" Neville dug out some herbal plasters to stop the bleeding in his pocket, and handed them to Harry.

"I thought of some bad things again..." Hermione was in a daze, her arm rested on Cyrus' shoulder as a support point for her body, and her other hand pinched between her eyebrows.

The wound on the back of Harry's hand reminded Hermione of the Dark Universe:

She vaguely remembered that those people who were hung at the intersection of Privet Drive were also engraved with all kinds of curses.

With the support of Cyrus, Harry sat down, but because of the severe pain of the wound, his fingers were still twitching. He tried his best to cover the engraving, not wanting to be seen by too many people.

"Have you talked to Professor McGonagall?" Parvati asked him kindly.

"No...she will get angry, but she can't do anything!" Harry said decisively, "Professor McGonagall has been annoyed by her marks, don't forget the new education order issued last week"

The latest education order: Anyone who opposes the senior investigator will be subject to a separate review (but they all know that the 'review' is just a procedure on the surface, which is actually a 'dismissal')

"Snape didn't treat her very well either, why didn't he poison that pink toad?" Wayne said, "The current Defense Against the Dark Arts class has almost become a battlefield between Professor Moody and her... .”

Because of Moody's rogue, he would always deliberately talk back in class, with Umbridge reading on the left and Moody chanting on the right.

"Ugh... thanks to those snitches, we can't buy anything new now" George couldn't take it anymore, they were being held back almost everywhere now.

Muggle items are directly confiscated; class is like rolling dice, and they can only listen to the class where Umbridge is not present; and various small rules.

The place where war chess is made has long been blocked, and they can only suspend the update of it.

Everyone was scolding the old woman in a low voice, which made Harry feel better. He looked expectantly at Cyrus, but the latter just shook his head slightly.

"So...why can't we get another small place?!" Cedric said suddenly, "With her teaching skills, you will never get an OWLS certificate in your life."

"But the problem lies in the location... how can there be a place here that can accommodate so many people at once?"

And the question is, who will teach it?Professor Lupine?Professor Moody?Where are the small rooms that cannot be found... These are a series of puzzles.

Some members of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team subconsciously looked at their ace Chaser.

"Isn't there a master of spells here...the 'future master of spells' who has been featured in the Daily Prophet" Ernie followed his gaze, and realized it belatedly, "and the identity of the prefect Good for us too”

Cyrus toweling her hair: ? ? ?

"Wait...don't forget about our homework..." Cyrus waved his hand and backed away again and again, "If Snape knows that I'm missing even a little bit of homework, I'm going to die"

"Don't be stupid, what about those Death Eaters? We need to resist the mysterious... Vol--Voldemort!" Cedric refused Qiu's help and stretched himself up with stiff muscles, "Just look at the "Encyclopedia of Defense Against Magic" "It's useless!"

He hated the Death Eaters, Durmstrang had lost one of his students, and even he had been cut off from Cho and his parents, and Cedric had told his friends about it early on.

For him, this is not a secret that cannot be opened...

"How about our little house for a... place?" Fred thought of a good place, "Just move the instrument or something."

"No, as long as it's in the school, it's not safe!" Mandy said decisively as Hermione Granger's right arm, "Don't forget, there are some people who help Umbridge..."

This is not a long-term solution. With such a large number of people, if someone catches up one day, it will be exposed soon.

Ravenclaw's rigor dissuaded the Weasley twins.

"Stop rambling, if that person comes back, let's not talk about a fight to the death with the Death Eaters, but you have to protect your family." Justin looked at the door of the auditorium and said in a low voice, "Damn it! I'm fed up with her." Already!"

The wizards here are all wizards who are close to Muggles, especially Neville Longbottom, who knows how cruel the Death Eaters are to Muggle wizards and those who oppose them.

But at this point, Fudge "closed" Hogwarts.

"Well said!" Hannah took a deep breath and stood up wearing the prefect badge. "Think about how much time and effort we have put in...but we were banned in a blink of an eye!"

Hannah doesn't usually talk much, giving the impression of being a reserved girl-next-door.

"But the reason why we can still play together is not because of a club." Neville agreed in a low voice, "Even if it is disbanded, it still exists in my heart..."

Hermione and Cyrus' mutual aid society became a concept.

"Okay...Cyrus, don't forget the summer vacation of 1992..." Harry waited until there was silence before looking up, they thought he would speak sooner, Harry's light touch with his fingers didn't stick well exposed wounds.

His brows frowned again because of the pain, and Harry tilted his head, thinking of those people in the museum during the summer vacation.

No one would interrupt Harry, so he continued, "I know you're going to be tired, so... there must be more than two of you, don't forget Moody and Professor Lupine, and us"

Some childishness faded from Harry's face, since when did it start?

Probably before the start of school, at the Ministry of Magic's trial...