The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

All afternoon, it was Horace Slughorn's one-man show, and he didn't seem to care how many people were actually listening to him.

Zabini, one of Malfoy's small group, was also here.

"If, as Harry said, the professor only wants to deal with big families and geniuses, what about the Malfoy family?" Neville moved his seat and leaned closer to Cyrus to ask.

"Are you stupid? It's no secret that Lucius Malfoy supported Voldemort."

Because of this, Professor Slughorn didn't want Ladraco to come over in order to distance himself from the relationship. It was like telling someone that he was never with the Death Eaters.

On the other hand, it's what Harry calls 'fear.

He was afraid that he would have the slightest relationship with Voldemort, and he would tremble even when he heard his name. Compared with other deans and even some students, he was a bit inferior in this regard. It seemed that there was a little desire in the ordinary.

Except for Ginny, everyone seemed to be invited because they were related to some important person.

Harry quickly understood why Hermione had such a reluctance on his face. If it was him, who reached the height of "everyone knows" by himself, he might also feel that this group of people is not worthy of being compared with him.

It gets even more interesting when the professor interrogates Zabini:

His mother was a famous witch, and seemed to be a famous poisonous widow, because she married seven times, and each husband died strangely, and left a large fortune.

Cyrus was like a butler, quietly dividing the snacks between everyone, but more for Hermione.

He seemed to want to stay longer. Every year's experience made him a little curious about the new professor this time. He knew that Dumbledore's candidates would not be as simple as they seemed.

"Your parents were very good at fighting back then. If I remember correctly, they became Aurors together after graduation?"

Feng Shui took turns, and after a brief reminiscence with Harry, he pointed the finger at Neville Longbottom again.

"That's right, I can fight too!" Neville was a little annoyed when he heard the professor talk about how Bellatrix and two Death Eaters tortured his parents into madness.

Zabini coughed lightly a few times to express his disdain and suspicion.

"Whether I'm talented or not, I think Goyle and Crabbe should know in their hearts!" Neville said angrily when he deliberately rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong forearms when he picked up the snack.

"Haha...it seems that you have inherited your parents' endowment very well..."

The entire No. C train car is like an interrogation room, which makes many people feel a little uncomfortable.

The new professor laughed, and then quickly turned the topic to Hermione Granger, one of the Muggle wizards here and a prominent rising star in Potions.

He held up the knife and fork tremblingly, and put a piece of quail wing meat into his mouth.

"I've read your paper on improving Polyjuice Potion several times, and I have to say, it's a genius idea!" The professor wiped his mouth, his eyes shining like a greasy dinner plate.

He said he had had several contacts with potions masters like Severus, who also liked the content of the paper.

"Actually, that thesis was a long time ago, and it has already entered the post-practice stage," Hermione said sternly, as if this was an ordinary academic conversation.

"It's hard to imagine..." The professor pondered for a while, and then asked, "Is there a famous wizard in your ancestors?"

"No, I'm a Muggle wizard." Hermione frowned, and Harry at the side could clearly hear the displeasure.

"Well... Generally speaking, it's still very happy. Potion science hasn't been dazzling for a long time after Damocles invented the wolfsbane potion," Slughorn said with a relieved smile.

Cyrus seemed to deliberately reduce his sense of presence until it was his turn at the end.

At the beginning, Slughorn didn't directly start to question the family background and investigate the household registration like other people did. Instead, he carefully looked out the window and the door, and then started talking like a small talk.

During this period, he deliberately softened and softened the tone of those questions.

"Principal Dumbledore said that your spell is very good. Like him, you have done things that ordinary people can't do?"

"It's just that the teachers are good at teaching." Cyrus always believed that he was just stepping on the shoulders of a group of giants, and just that nasty bald Gu Yi was an endless mountain to climb.

"But I heard... about the Ministry of Magic..." he said tentatively.

But Cyrus didn't give him time to think, so he took it all: "Yes, I drove Fudge down, and the Ministry of Magic was also destroyed when we fought Voldemort that day!"

As he saw, upon hearing this name, the professor shivered, and his eyes began to look around, as if there were invisible Death Eaters hiding in the corner.

"It's so exciting...exciting!" He wiped his sweat, "That legendary prophecy ball...."

"It's just a scene, it's not a big deal"

"Good! With such a big heart, it's no wonder that Dumbledore likes you very much... I mean, I heard some students say that you were the headmaster for a while when Umbridge was still around?"

He showed a great deal of interest in Cyrus, which was a relief to Harry, who could finally focus on those Mrs. Granger's biscuits.

Not only that, Slughorn also talked intentionally or unintentionally about the club he established at Hogwarts.

In the front part of Slughorn, 'Slug', which is taken out separately, means 'slug', and the slug club is obviously a social club centered on him.

"Are you interested?"

"Huh?" Cyrus had already sleepwalked looking at Hermione's thin fingers when he was telling the history.

"I mean, would you be interested in playing at my club?"

"No, my own club is busy enough"

"No, no, no big deal, it's nothing more than friends getting together to drink, chat, and occasionally discuss magic and the like... You can also find someone else to act as an agent."

Sounds like a social salon in the human superstructure.

Interestingly, on the one hand, wizards feel that they are a bit higher than Muggles, but in many cases, they are no different from ordinary people in the expression of desire, which is full of unsightly.

Cyrus knew what to do without looking at Hermione's little warning eyes.

"I don't think anyone else can handle those things for me." He smiled and squinted his blue eyes, looked at the professor and said, "After all...they can't deal with the Muggle Prime Minister and Mr. Minister"

Although Cyrus acted naturally enough, Slughorn was still like being stepped on by an arrogant giant, unable to hold out a complete sentence for a long time.

It was too long, if it wasn't for being polite, Hermione and the others would have wanted to leave here a long time ago.

Just now the professor smugly told about the history of the development of his slug club and those 'uncommon' members, and when Cyrus calmly mentioned his club, the professor felt as if he had been punched.

Harry and Neville even covered their mouths, sniggering behind Ginny.

As if to say: look at what makes you proud, I deal with ministers at the beginning, and prime ministers and leaders at the top.

"Okay...that's really irreplaceable..."

The professor smacked his lips dryly, showing embarrassment, and the elation he had just momentarily vanished at this moment.