The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(sorry~ when I write branch lines other than the main line, it’s easy to let myself fly ￣w￣It’s coming soon, the little candy you want will come soon, and I’m prone to high blood sugar every day.)

Everything was running normally under the planning of Cyrus and Hermione, and the records of funds were thrown to Mandy and Padma,

The Weasley twins are responsible for transporting the purchased goods, Anthony, Morag McDougal, Michael and others take turns to connect with the Weasley twins,

When Hermione released the news, there was an endless stream of orders for needed items, almost all of which were consumables such as herbs, potions, and ink. Of course, the biggest sellers were butter beer and crucible cakes.

But the main source of funding is the 'taxes' of the Weasley twins,

Cyrus also couldn't help but lament how huge the market for the two of them was in Hogwarts, from first-year freshmen to fourth-year prefects, except that Percy Weasley didn't know how his younger brothers were using loopholes to make money,

Gemini's mood is comparable to hitting Slytherin with a big dung egg.

After finishing the transformation in the morning, a group of people came to the auditorium to order French fries,

And the Slytherins who finished Defense Against the Dark Arts class came to eat one after another, "Ha! Pot! If you get rid of your two poor little followers now, maybe you can get into my club."

Hearing this familiar shout, Malfoy spotted Harry and immediately stepped forward,

Harry Potter, Potter, this is one of the sacred 28, Malfoy, who is determined to revive the glory of pure blood, does not want to let him go like this,

However, Harry didn't want to talk to him very much, "What? Do you have any club, do you use it as a punching bag for others?"

Harry's poison tongue seems to be working, "oh sorry, hope you don't let Snape poison me on Friday"

Ho Ho, a lore shot made Malfoy's face look ugly immediately, "Hmph, I will reserve a place for you, provided you can think it through."

Malfoy's Black Snake Club is located in an empty room on the fifth floor of the castle, but their criteria for recruiting members are pure-blood wizards and excellent half-blood wizards,

yeb~ still full of that set of pure blood supremacy,

During these days, it is not difficult to see that Draco is trying to win over Harry Potter because of the title of 'Savior'?No, no, Harry is one of the richest second generation in the wizarding world,

Not to mention the influence he brought with him.

"It seems that the second generation of the Dark Lord has developed this idea even more." Cyrus sat at the Ravenclaw table and thought while eating,

He doesn't know any details about Malfoy's club now, their operating capital, the scope of radiation, and the most important point is how far the hand of pure blood reaches into the school.

But these don't need to be particularly clear, just have a rough range,

Therefore, the easiest way to find out the truth-to make trouble,

So Wayne Hopkins comes on, looking for trouble, he's professional.

"Wow wow wow, don't you have eyes when you walk?" Wayne stood up with his juice and pretended to look for Cyrus, and then deliberately turned around and bumped Malfoy when he passed by.

Malfoy smells like mangoes all over his body now, like swimming in mango juice and being exposed to the sun,

"wt...Are you serious..." Malfoy was startled by the other party's rhetorical question, "Do you know how expensive my clothes are?"

"Where is it expensive? Can you give me one more punch for you?"

On the other hand, Pansy mocked harshly: "At least it's not something that Muggle wizards like you can afford."

For this level of insult, Wayne's heart did not fluctuate,

"At least it's not something that Muggle wizards like you can afford~" He imitated Pansy's voice in a shrill voice, and asked Draco curiously, "Her mouth is so sharp, don't you know when you kiss her?" Was it punctured?"

This is what he said on purpose when he saw the two holding hands before.

Although Draco was also very annoyed, but it happened so suddenly, he reacted fraudulently immediately, but in the end he still didn't have time to stop Pansy,

Before Pansy entered the school, no one would disgust her face-to-face like this, so she pointed her wand at him angrily, "If you have the ability to single out! The kind among wizards!"

Wayne didn't expect the other party to be fooled so quickly, but he still had a sullen face, "Come on, of course I allow you to have a substitute."

substitute?She immediately realized that she had been fooled, but because she proposed the duel, she could only grit her teeth and agree, "Don't blame me for bullying you, I will allow you to bring a substitute!"

Malfoy immediately said, "But your substitute can only be selected from the ordinary members of the association." The ordinary members of his club include Marcus Flint and Terrence Higgs, both of whom are senior students. ,

Wayne immediately agreed with a smile, ordinary member?He seemed to remember that there was a senior who was still a member of the dueling club,

Both sides have their own ghosts.

"The plan succeeded." Hermione listened to his report, "The duel at eight o'clock in the evening"

"Wayne can't deal with the seniors." She had already seen through Draco's thoughts, and deliberately set the scope of members, just worried that she and Cyrus would participate,

"Marcus Belby or Cedric, they can do both." Cyrus got up and put the pudding in the middle of the table in front of Hermione, "Wayne will have an improvement spell and a few jinxes, plus his motor cells , enough to cope”

The two didn't care about winning or losing this time, they just needed Wayne to make a big noise, the bigger the better, the bigger the noise, the more things would be exposed.

In the spell class, everyone gradually became proficient in controlling the flame spell. The theory is no longer rigidly pronouncing and doing actions according to the syllables as before, but a systematic analysis based on the foundation.

And the relationship between the two academies has gradually become lively. Those who have learned will be taught, and those who have not learned will be taught.

When Professor Flitwick let the little wizards practice independently, he looked at Hermione and Cyrus from time to time,

Thinking back on the achievements of the past few months, who would dare to believe that these are two young wizards from Muggle families?The level of magic far exceeds that of his peers,

Bloodlines do have an impact on wizards, but not the main one; to put it bluntly, it's at best a stepping stone, and whether you admit it or not, that's the truth.

After class, Hermione and Cyrus quietly waited for the night in the Ravenclaw lounge,

Hermione sat on the chair boredly, flipping through the novel. The more familiar she is with the magic world, the more bored she feels. Apart from these, there is also a sense of separation from modern society.

And Cyrus was standing by the window sill, looking at the snow-white mountaintop in the distance by the afterglow, standing there blankly, not thinking about anything,

"So...go to my house for Christmas." Hermione looked at the book, her face turned slightly red, wondering if it was the reflection of the fire,

"Will...is it not so good?" He hesitated a little. The original plan was to go back and say hello to his father in the last few days, although he also missed the days before school started,

Being at Granger's was like stepping back in time with Junlin Oakenshield.

Hermione put down the book in her hand and came to the window,

"I always think I understand you, but at the same time I don't understand you." She stretched her hand out of the window, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes, "But the Force gives me a very close feeling."

"Me? No, you've always known me"

Hermione took his cold hand

His heart skipped a beat at this moment, the touch made him tremble, the feeling was like... as Master Anakin described—

"The Force will tell you everything. Sometimes, you will meet someone, just like I met Padmé"

Cyrus turned his head to see that her eyes were shining

He thought of the photo in the magic mirror, was that... what he longed for?

"Perhaps... that's fine, if the Grangers don't mind." Cyrus said vaguely,

"They won't mind," Hermione retracted her warm hands, turned her head and went back to the dormitory to change clothes,

While Cyrus continued to look out the window, it was getting dark, but he could look at the snowflakes

He can't deal with everything, and the masters can't teach him everything, as if he dreamed that Gandalf invited him to go on an adventure together,

There are still his words in my ears: "The world is not in your imagination, nor in other people's books, it is outside"

He couldn't help singing a poem:

"So she slipped deftly,

hid in the white parsley bushes,

Hidden in a particularly tall flower stem,

Under the flowers with luxuriant branches and leaves stretching on all sides.

over there,

She is wearing a white dress

looks like

A flicker of moonlight on the ground through the leaves

.......