The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Professor McGonagall knows everything, she understands everything, but she just doesn't want to face it~

In the next week after Cyrus and Hermione came back, they would take some of them to the Forbidden Forest for a few laps every day after class, but they wanted to support each other when they went back.

"Can't you use a better method?" Hermione said helplessly as she watched the strange scene with her hands in her pockets.

That day, Cyrus dragged Zacharias and others to the centaur territory of the Forbidden Forest after Moody and Umbridge's bickering Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and at the entrance of a cave... .

"What about the centaur? Why didn't I see them?" Zacharias wiped his nose and stood with Stein Bins and other team members.

"They are not in charge of passing..." Cyrus smirked, took out a bull horn from his arms and blew it, "You must know that to go to the territory of the centaur tribe, you must first pass facial recognition ~"

"What's the meaning..."

Steer Binns patted Zacharias on the shoulder and pointed tremblingly deep into the hole, followed by a few low growls and a pair of yellow pupils.

It's Smaug... It leaned out, clinging to the scorched ground, and slowly poked towards the people with the tip of its ferocious nose. Although Zacharias knew about Smaug, he was still a little terrified to come into contact with the fire dragon at such a close distance.

At such a distance, Smaug opened his mouth to spit fire, but they had no time to react.

"Relax~" Cyrus walked over slowly, wanting to pet Smaug as usual, but never thought that it just looked at him annoyedly, raised its head, and was knocked away by Cyrus.

This frightened Zacharias and the others.

"What...what's the situation?!" Stubbs stammered.

"It's okay... just my waist hurts..." Cyrus waved his hand and struggled to get up from the bushes. This was the fourth time, but compared to the first time he swiped his tail, It's much lighter now.

Evidently, Smaug was gradually forgiving him.

"Through this hole, you can go directly to the centaur's tribe..." Hermione looked away, she didn't want to get involved in the grievances and grievances between Cyrus and Smaug.

But Zacharias couldn't think that way, he was afraid that Smaug would vent his anger on himself, the four people with weak legs squeezed together, leaning on each other, the sparks and black smoke from Smaug choked their nostrils.

That's it...the fire dragon is the gatekeeper, who can find them?

Don't mention this, even if they find out, what can Umbridge do with them? ?

"Okay, okay~ I was wrong... okay... I will accompany you this year..."

Cyrus moved towards Smaug in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, from the perspective of others, Cyrus looked like a man who came home drunk and was suddenly bumped into by his wife when he came home.

Zacharias and the others turned her embarrassed eyes to Hermione. The girl calmly rolled up her sleeves, dragged Cyrus in her hand, and kicked Smaug's tail deliberately before leaving.

Inside the dark cave, there is a secret door, and in the corner is a buried golden Gallon, which glows golden under the residual carbon of the fire, and the light can only be seen after passing through.

If it is said that the Forbidden Forest is full of unknowns and dangers in the word of mouth of Dumbledore and the students; then, under the leadership of Cyrus and Hermione, they seem to have seen the other side of the Forbidden Forest...

Smaug squeezed through the tall bushes and branches, and followed Zacharias to see the greenery and the stream.

"Wrap up the fence...can't let wizards destroy these trees..." Bane said hoarsely, telling the other centaurs to be busy.

"Then we are here, completely confidential." Cyrus proudly displayed, and he greeted Bane skillfully, "Sorry...we will interrupt these days..."

"Forget it, as long as Smaug recognizes it..." Bain glared fiercely at the strangers, his horse's hooves impatiently stepped on the stone pavement, "Anyway, no other wizards are allowed to come in. If it's just a pony, forget it."

The attitude of the centaur towards the little wizard is probably the attitude of the little pony.

It won't hurt, and it won't take the initiative to speak, but it will help when it is in danger.

"Genius...this place is so suitable for training." Steer Bings raised his head, feeling the winter sun passing through the dead leaves, falling on the stream and flashing with the waves.

"Specifically, learn according to what you are good at." Cyrus decided to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, "The accuracy of spells... speed, dodging behind close range... fighting... there is always one of you who is good at..."

There are also sword styles --- from the first style to the sixth style, there is always a suitable one for everyone.

The more Cyrus talked, the more excited he was. All he could see was the field cleared by the centaurs and the flat ground in the center, and even Hermione gradually noticed something was wrong... The style of painting suddenly became a 'space opera'.

"I even thought of a name... called..."

"Jedi training ground?" Hermione interrupted him suddenly, and said coldly, "Or is it called...Jedi Academy?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Cyrus scratched his blond hair, tilted his head and thought for a while, and continued, "But you can change it to other...such as...Kama Taj!"

"My suggestion is, as Sith..."

"Dangerous speech -- this kind of --" Cyrus spoke quickly, negating her thoughts with inverted sentences, "We are for ideals...for resistance! How can we be called Sith!"

Hermione, however, just curled her lips, disapproving of it.

"Need I remind you? The Sith was originally intended to resist the rule of the Republic." Hermione thought for a while, then dragged her voice, "There is nothing wrong with being called 'Sith'."

Cyrus rolled his eyes, of course he still remembers some history of the Sith Empire, she used the setting of the novel to refute Cyrus, this can be regarded as... smashing her own foot?

"So... everything is ready, don't expose"

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class afterwards, Moody rarely continued to gag, and Umbridge regarded this behavior as a 'surrender', and when she walked into the classroom, she looked like a fighting rooster.

The students didn't object anymore, they could do whatever Umbridge wanted them to do, and they were listlessly reading the textbooks in their hands.

"Have you really thought it through?" Lupine closed his eyes and lowered his head. He seemed to be dozing off, but he was actually talking to Harry, "If you are found by Umbridge, you will be expelled." ..."

"Don't you want us to do this?" Harry imitated Seamus and stood up the book to cover his face.

"Of course not---how could it be?" Lupine was a little surprised in his dream, "Actually, this is the right thing to do. If you get expelled for self-defense, it's better than being in the dark at school."

"Is there still no news from Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"No --- Umbridge on behalf of the Ministry of Magic has controlled the owl and the fire." Lupine sighed worriedly. "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​still trying to get in touch..."