The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The centaur tribe has developed very well in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Perhaps it is nature. The houses of the centaur are always closely connected with nature. It looks like a room has been chiseled out of the wood.

After the location is selected, the most important thing is the candidate.

Who will teach?and what to teach?

"Potions, spells, divination, transfiguration...you are the first and second graders." Ron pointed his fingers and said methodically, "Of course you can teach what you can teach, such as how to fight against Death Eaters "

"Of course it's impossible for Hermione and I to do everything!" Cyrus glared at him, "As usual, pass on what you know to each other..."

"It's too much trouble," Kevin Whitbiter said.

"I mean...the part of the Eagle Claw court can take turns." Cyrus motioned them to be calm, "Neville, you can teach close combat; Cedric can teach practical spell combat." ..."

Each has its own merits, and importantly, can help Cyrus and Hermione share a lot of energy.

Apart from Cyrus and Hermione present, only Harry could release the complete physical Patronus, so Harry could work with Professor Lupine to help everyone complete the knowledge of the Patronus Charm.

"That's right! Cedric is one of the warriors...he knows more spells than we do now." Hannah excitedly raised her little hand, "My transfiguration spell has never been very good."

"Then if it's decided, let's sign it." Hermione nodded to them with satisfaction, and took out a long parchment. Mandy and Lisa were the first to sign, followed by Padma.

Followed by Ginny, after she signed her name, she also wrote Harry's on it.

"Why don't you just write me and George together?" Ron felt a little hairy, and he pouted a little dissatisfied, but Ginny's friend Lavender helped him write the name.

"What if we are discovered?" Zacharias hesitated, "I think Cedric will tell me when the party is..."

"Don't worry, this list is for the centaur, not for me and Hermione to keep." Cyrus dispelled his doubts and the remaining worries, "The centaur are very territorial"

In the end, everyone happily wrote their names. After Hermione put it in her satchel, the atmosphere became lively again.

Cyrus stood up and held up his half-drunk butterbeer, followed by Harry, who looked eager because he never imagined that he would be able to teach others one day.

"Everyone... I can tell you very responsibly that the danger has already arrived, so I hope that the knowledge you have learned will come in handy soon... At least it can protect the people you want to protect..."

Words and atmosphere quickly exposed some people, and Hermione could quickly notice that Cho and Cedric looked at each other and smiled, while Ginny's eyes slanted towards Harry's direction.

Wayne and Fawcett clasped hands.

"Even after graduation, what I want to say is..." Cyrus paused and said gratefully, "We will always be here~"

After drinking, everyone left, and only the hotel owner was left wiping the table with a dirty rag. The milk-yellow foam from the empty bottle slid down the side of the glass and onto the table, and a few gold coins were placed on the corner of the table.

The Hog's Head pub had returned to its previous dead silence. Spiders were weaving webs on the beams. Looking through the frosted windows, he could still see their backs walking away in the snow.

Quiet, let the boss feel that just now seemed like a dream...

After returning to school, Cyrus and Hermione immediately went to the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The centaur tribes were distributed along streams or rivers, so it was easy to find them.

On a tall gravel slope, the silvery moonlight set off the shadow of a centaur.

"Ronan? Bane?" Cyrus couldn't see the color of the hair clearly, so he could only shout to get his attention, "I'm here to discuss something with you!"

The horseman spotted the two of them. His strong and strong hooves stepped on the ground as he went downhill, creating an obvious deep pit in the gravel. As he got closer, he realized that the hair on his body was not moonlight. bestowed...

The luster is bright, and it is yellow-white, and it does not carry weapons on its body like other centaurs.

"F... Firenze?" Cyrus vaguely remembered what Ron called him.

"It's me, what's the matter?" Firenze was a little surprised, he put away the astrolabe, "Just now I was observing the starry sky for divination... I rarely see you coming here recently..."

"Let's talk as we go." Cyrus shook his head.

Hermione and Cyrus followed him through the trees and arrived at the ever-increasing centaur tribe. They were curious to find that this place was already like a corner of a town in the forest.

"Ronan is probably talking to a few centaurs from other tribes in the meeting hall," Firenze said melancholy, "I'm curious, isn't it? This place is completely different from before."

He took the two of them to the mouth of a huge ancient tree and left.

The center of this ancient tree itself has a huge space, and the centaur arranged some torches and fire piles inside, and the densely distributed branches and vines formed the walls and ceiling.

Ronan quickly noticed the two, and he was very enthusiastic.

"Then let's do this for the time being..." He nodded to the elderly centaur in a low voice, and after they walked out, Ron shouted in surprise, "Welcome to be a guest ~ friend of the centaur!"

"You're getting bigger and bigger," Hermione said somewhat formally.

"We never thought that the tribe could develop like this. If it weren't for your initial construction..." Ronan picked up the kettle and made two cups of hot tea. "Other tribes saw our development and wanted to join in."

"It's your own work"

Perhaps the centaur is born to live like an elf, and they also admire nature. As the leader, Ronan is also very happy to see that the ethnic group can develop in combination with nature.

"Don't say such kind words, my friend," Ronan said with a smile, "ever since you won Bain, he has been trying to find his way back every day... and Smaug, next time you look for him, be careful It flares up..."

Horse people are always cheerful and easy-going towards recognized humans.

The warm bonfire and hot tea are very suitable for reminiscing about the past, Cyrus sat there talking and laughing naturally, until Hermione kicked him, he didn't think about the business.

"Do you know what happened at Hogwarts recently?" Cyrus said calmly.

"What can happen...we have very little contact with wizards." Ron twirled the goatee of his chin, "but occasionally when picking herbs, we will meet with fellow wizards..."

"The Ministry of Magic controls Hogwarts by coercion"

"So?" He was nonchalant about it.

"So we want to resist..." Cyrus slowly introduced the topic, "Of course, I just want to borrow your territory as a training place."

Although the Forbidden Forest belonged to Hogwarts, because the centaurs were brought here by the Ministry of Magic, they regarded the Forbidden Forest as their territory in their hearts.

Cyrus stuck close to what they said just to show respect.

"This..." Ronan hesitated for a while, and said slowly, "There are not many wizards acceptable to centaur. Before you, there are only Hagrid, Dumbledore and Scamander..."

"We won't bother you," Hermione said firmly, putting down the wooden teacup.

"To be honest, I can't guarantee the thoughts of other centaurs. Firenze's divination said that the war is coming, so I have to think about the future for the ethnic group...For your sake, I can help once."

Ronan looked serious, contrary to the enthusiasm just now.

"Friends...all you can help is to remain wary and hostile to other wizards." Cyrus took Hermione's parchment and handed the list to Ronan.

"how do I say this?"

"The officials of the Ministry of Magic who are disturbing Hogwarts are the ones who were prejudiced against centaurs and mermaids. If the school is controlled, I'm afraid your efforts will be in vain."

Cyrus held the cup in his hand, the hot water made the wooden teacup emit an earthy fragrance, and some tea buds floated and swirled on it, he listened closely to Hermione's breathing, waiting for Ronan's thoughts.

He never thought that now he followed Hermione to take the lead in rebelling against the Ministry of Magic.