The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

From the beginning of October, for several consecutive weeks, most of the wizards above the sixth grade have learned silent spells. Even Neville, who is not very good at it, can master a few simple silent spells proficiently.

But Cyrus was getting more and more busy, attending classes during the day and going to the principal's office for tutoring at night, catching up with Hermione's summer vacation schedule.

Not to mention, the academic exchanges between him and Hermione every night before bed....

It wasn't until the beginning of the cold November that Cyrus was able to take advantage of the weekend of Hogsmeade's Open House to take a breather, but it was only a breather. The first thing Hermione did when she became the chairman was to connect the club with the chairman. Offices merged.

The location is not bad, located on the eighth floor,

With the help of several deans and the permission of the principal, a secret door was set up in the club on the eighth floor, and a door knocker with the head of an eagle and claws of a badger would appear after entering.

And through the secret door, the inside is the same as the principal's office, which is a circular room.

The desks of the two were right in front of the window sill, and there was a separate wall in the entire room, which was used to display the plant specimens made by Cyrus and left by Professor Quirrell.

In addition to the bedroom being surrounded by bookcases, there is a surprise in the student union president's office: there is a spiral staircase that goes up and down automatically, and it can directly enter the separate bathroom.

"Are you going back for Christmas?"

Cyrus sat behind her, looking listlessly at the sleet outside the window, as if none of the snacks on the table from Dumbledore could interest him.

"Of course~ But maybe I have to wait for you to go first..." Hermione signed a certain document without looking up.

He waved his wand, and a flame lit up in the fireplace. He listened intently, and could even hear singing in the flames. Cyrus pulled the stool and sat across from Hermione.

Due to Dumbledore's white magic, Cyrus could always occasionally hear some phoenix-like singing. He followed the sound, but he couldn't describe a complete poem.

Christmas was getting closer, and Malfoy fell silent.

"Malfoy Manor was led by Arthur and searched several times, but nothing was found... Except for his wife Narcissa Malfoy and son Draco, everyone seemed to have disappeared in place..."

Cyrus hates this kind of guy who hides in the dark and has no bottom line.

They are like poisonous snakes, if you don't know when, they will bite you the moment you shift your attention, just scratch the skin, it will be enough for a person to lie down for a month.

For example, in Diagon Alley, a series of disappearance cases left everyone in the Ministry of Magic helpless.

He also knows why Professor Dumbledore regrets more and more.

Regret why, I didn't make up my mind back then.

The same is true for Draco Malfoy, now walking on the road, bumping into Harry, Cyrus and others, he will just lower his head in desperation, and leave in embarrassment with his tail between his legs.

"Him? What's so special about a drowned chicken..."

Hermione slightly took off her dark blue wizard robe, and put it half-undressed on both sides of her upper arms, revealing the short sleeves inside, and shook her hair deftly.

Hermione didn't take it seriously at his words.

"That's because you've been busy discussing business and military plans with the Weasley twins..." Cyrus turned his head away and hummed softly twice, causing Hermione to scratch his palm with her paw angrily .

The two were holding hands on the table.

While he was studying, he paid attention to everyone's situation, and at the same time helped Hermione sort out the communication.

is it easy? !

"Okay~ I don't pay much attention to this kind of thing recently." Hermione smiled sweetly, and raised her right leg under the table, which made Cyrus' body stiffen immediately.

Under the table, Hermione was slightly straightened to 120°, and her calf could easily catch Cyrus' inward curve.

"You... what are you doing?!" Cyrus turned his head, looked at the closed door in a panic, and then moved the chair back into the table, "Minn~ Have you been a little too proud recently! "

However, seeing Cyrus' reaction, Hermione couldn't help laughing, a sly smile slipped across her chocolate-colored eyes.

Not bad... pretty good... She always likes to let things develop as she likes. Although Grindelwald is a dark wizard, there are some methods that suit her unexpectedly.

"Ah~ I thought you would like it..." Hermione was slightly disappointed.

"If you go out more, you can hear what Harry said!" Cyrus was made a little hot by the other party.

Cyrus slumped in his chair with limp legs, thinking about what was going on with Malfoy, but even the Slytherins said he was keeping a low profile now, but showing off.

Perhaps Draco knew in his heart that he could no longer rely on his father at Hogwarts, so he would not take the initiative to provoke troubles.

But sometimes, whether it's spells or talking about things, he always wants to act like he knows better than everyone else.... Always that 'knowing brother' face.

"Speaking of which, if Harry is really worried about whether he is a Death Eater, why don't you find a chance to take off his clothes and have a look?"

"But don't forget that the Death Eater mark will only be displayed when Voldemort wants to"

The two started a long conversation about this trivial matter, and the only role of the 'Death Eater' Malfoy as the source seemed to be to add some topics to Hermione's life.

Everything seemed to be going according to the original plan, and even Professor Dumbledore managed to get a Horcrux.

But what puzzled Cyrus was that the headmaster was always hesitating on the issue of "destruction".

'Or, is that a rare treasure?A family treasure handed down from ancient times? ' But whatever Cyrus thought, he could not guess why.

Dumbledore is someone who would rather damage the Sorcerer's Stone, so it's impossible to be confused by a ring, right?

Even if Dumbledore is confused, don't forget that there is also Hermione's personal teacher: Gellert Grindelwald, for a small Horcrux, it is still very simple.

But in the end everything was finally explained tonight....

Because of a piece of news, Cyrus and Harry, who had just left Snape's office last week, rushed to the headmaster's office at eight o'clock in the evening, and Dumbledore was always smiling, waiting for them.

The pensieve was brought out again, and the liquid inside was projected on the ceiling, and sporadic star spots appeared like water waves.