The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Hagrid glanced at the sky outside the window, and it was slowly getting dark. He carefully moved his butt a little uneasy, and after looking at Cyrus and Newt, he returned to normal.

Still, he blamed Harry for looking for him after dinner.

"Don't worry, we're just here to see you and Buckbeak," said Harry absent-mindedly. "Are you worried about the dementors? They can't get in."

Already tortured badly by Professor Trelawney in Divination class, Harry scratched his head in distress, and the Open House at Hogsmeade Village in October followed.

"You're worried about Black..." Cyrus seemed to read his mind right away.

"Scared? I'm not afraid of Black!" Harry shook his head firmly. "Could he be as scary as Voldemort? Sorry...I didn't bother to change my name when I was talking fast, I was just thinking of what Malfoy said"

The schoolbag at Ron's feet twitched a few times, which caught Crookshanks' attention.

"Malfoy...is it necessary to care about what that idiot said? He just wants you to find him alone"

Ron tugged at his sleeves, and seemed to be getting used to Harry calling the mysterious man by his first name, but he still signaled Harry to pay attention to the restless Hagrid.

Cyrus opened his mouth and was about to speak when Crookshanks jumped up from Hermione's lap with a "meow" and grabbed Ron's schoolbag. Neville immediately picked up his schoolbag.

"Scabbers!!" Ron yelled in horror.

"Come here..." Cyrus grabbed Crookshanks passing under Harry, and it swiped its nimble legs in the air, then looked at Cyrus impatiently.

And because of the violent swing of the schoolbag, a mouse flew out of it. It was a little frightened by Crookshanks above its head, and ran around between the legs of several people. It took Ron a lot of effort to hold it tail.

"Fortunately Crookshanks didn't eat it, Scabbers is skinny..." Maybe Crookshanks smelled the rat.

"I told you, you should have asked the people in the pet store." Neville hid aside, although he didn't intend to dislike it, but who would like a mouse?

Even his Rifle could help him with potions in potions class.

"I asked. On the day of Diagon Alley, when you were immersed in the Firebolt, I asked, but they looked at it for a long time and it was useless...Forget it, it has been nearly ten years since you went back."

Ron just thought Scabbers had probably lived too long.

"Wait...you said it lived for ten years?" Newt was aroused, "A normal mouse only lives 1-3 years...but it doesn't look like it has the blood of a Mortra rat "

'Peter Pettigrew's Animagus? ' Cyrus said to Hermione mentally.

'Maybe yes...but we have no way to prove it'

"Where did this Percy mouse come from?" he asked feigned curiosity.

"I don't know... maybe he was the cheapest one I got from the pet store too" Ron didn't have any impression of that either, they weren't as rich as they are now.

"But aren't you going to change it now?" Harry watched as Newt picked up the Scabbers, "The cheapest owl only costs one Galleon..."

Ron lowered his head, and slowly reached into his wizard robe with his right hand to touch his wand. It was a new wand he got in the summer vacation after the first grade. He looked a little embarrassed.

Although George and Fred would be more than happy to help him and Ginny get some necessary new things, Ron thought about it and let it go.

At least the money spent would be nice to leave to sister Ginny or the family, not to mention that the dream of the Weasley twins was to open a prank goods store, and Ron didn't want to spend other people's money.

"No need...Ban Ban won't live long anyway"

Scabbers, picked up by Newt, was shivering. It was so thin that it felt like it was dying. Crookshanks looked at the mouse vigilantly, making furry-like noises from time to time.

"This mouse was injured... it lost its toe." Newt returned the poor mouse to him, "probably left from a previous fight with the same kind"

"Ron... Interested in earning some extra money?" Cyrus said suddenly.

"Extra money? Of course..." Ron scratched his head embarrassedly, "but I'm not good at anything..."

Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family. He is not as handsome as his elder brother and second brother, nor does he have their obvious hobbies, and he is not as smart as the Weasley twins... The only thing he is good at is playing chess.

What?How smart are the Weasley twins?

They are masters of potions, they can combine potions with candies, such as fat tongue taffy... and they are also better than many people in spells, many spells are nothing more than practice makes perfect for them.

"We are planning to hold a competition this year, are you interested?" Cyrus glanced at the mouse Banban in his palm without leaving any trace when he averted his gaze.

"A Total War game?"

"Of course...the top ten will have bonuses, and the top three will also be used as our publicity figures in the future"

But it’s not much. The first, second and third places are 50, 40, and 30 Galleons, and the latter are all reduced to No.5 by 10 Galleons. But even if it is the bonus for the last place, most people in the magic world still have about two months. wages.

And this time the competition is only at Hogwarts, it is simply a piece of cake for Ron.

For Ron Weasley, playing chess was unbeatable in the whole school.

"Really?! That's great... Then I can even change Ginny's pet too..." Ron rambled, and he casually stuffed Scabbers into his schoolbag.

This matter was not decided by Cyrus in an instant, because they were planning to do it in the third grade, they just told Ron in advance.

'Nice plan' Hermione scratched the back of his hand with her fingers under the table.

'Small idea...'

Harry, on the other hand, looked at his friend with some puzzlement.

"Okay, okay, it's getting late... come back later." Hagrid waited a little impatiently, and then greeted everyone, "That...Mr. Newt, you should go back to Hogwarts too. Otherwise Professor Dumbledore will blame me."

"Well, I also wanted to observe Cyrus' Norwegian Ridgeback." Newt took a sip of the cooling tea and picked up the box.

Hagrid: That's mine! TvT

Hagrid led the hound Fang Fang to look at the dark sky. His stone hut was the only light source here. Newt lit the illuminating spell with his wand and walked in the front, and Harry and Cyrus walked in the end.

"I said at the time that I would change Ron for a pet..." Harry was a little sullen.

"Because he spent your money." Cyrus waved his hand at Hagrid, signaling him not to worry, and hurried into the house, "As a friend, you should be happy for him."

"Does it make a difference? I don't care about it... I can't spend the money anyway"

Harry watched Ron in front of Hermione dancing and gesticulating, as if planning the money from Neville, as if he had already got fifty Galleons.

"But you are too straightforward, of course...you don't want your friends to spend your money without any scruples, do you?"

"So... I can be like you?" Harry seemed to understand him, "Have him help me with something... and buy them something they like as a gift in return?"

"Ahem...those are your business." Cyrus smiled, "but compared to these, I suggest you train your Quidditch seriously. Wood has complained to Cedric more than once."

"Tch! If I can also go to Hogsmeade at the end of October, it won't be like this."

Harry put his hands behind his head, fingers interlocked.

On the way back to Hogwarts Castle at night, it was full of laughter.