The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Hiss~ I've been working in the underworld recently, so the update time is very late)

At eight o'clock in the evening, Cyrus and Hermione came to Slughorn's office, and what made Cyrus happy was that, no matter what, it was better than the basement...at least not so cold and damp .

The office is larger than other people's, perhaps because the space has been expanded so that after dozens of people enter, they will not feel crowded.

There were Christmas decorations everywhere, christmas and green drapes on the walls, fairies in glass bottles hanging in the air, and old wizards smoking pipes.

Those were probably Professor Slughorn's friends.

Harry arrived much earlier than Birus, so as soon as they entered, they saw a professor wearing a top hat leading Harry to introduce some people.

I don't know what the professor thinks, there are even... vampires here?

The vampire named Xue Ni was tall and thin, with dark circles under his eyelids, as if he had applied smoky makeup, and the girls around him were afraid to approach him thanks to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I want to break his teeth off..." Hermione said after seeing the hungry and greedy eyes of the vampire.

But soon, a wizard who had just had a warm chat with Harry pulled the vampire behind and forced a piece of pie into the other's mouth.

It wasn't just Harry, because Hermione and Cyrus were also well-known for their academic attainments in magic. As expected, those wizards turned their eyes away when they saw Harry running away.

Hermione took a step back numbly, while Cyrus blocked them with a quick glass.

"Oh! My most gifted student... I never expected to see you in this place that pollutes the Celestial Eye!" Trelawney jumped out from the side holding the mead, "It seems that there must be a mistake There is..."

Huh~ Fortunately... she is her divination teacher.

"Sybil, this is the student I invited!"

Perhaps Trelawney's voice was too penetrating, and Slughorn was immediately attracted to him. Holding a piece of passion fruit pie in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right hand, he walked over with a ruddy face. .

He patted Hermione vigorously, then pointed to Harry who was hiding in the crowd.

"Look! I don't think I've ever seen a genius in potions." Slughorn, as if he didn't see Hermione's impatience, announced loudly to everyone, "Talent... I'm telling you, compared to Severus..."

Those wizards who were breathing smoke, similar to Slughorn, immediately regained their spirits.

But Cyrus stood in front of them like a high wall with a smile on his face, maintaining the superficial communication with the scene words that Prime Minister John usually taught.

Those wizards who were obsessed and wanted to approach him could only look at Cyrus helplessly.

"Yes... We are busy with studies... Of course, I think I will remember to contact you when I graduate in the future..." Cyrus, who was in charge of diplomacy, took a few sips of wine, and his cheeks quickly appeared in the warm room. Xia Hong.

He first accepted the letters from those people with a smile, and when he put them in his pocket, he immediately destroyed them into powder with the Splitting Curse.

But it wasn't over yet, Slughorn even brought Snapa, who was watching from the sidelines, over.

Snape had a reluctance on his face, but Harry, who was picked up by the professor, was dumbfounded. The relationship between him, Hermione and Snape was like a heaven and earth.

"This is Cyrus, the genius of conjuring...and Harry...his potion skills are as good as his mother's!" Slughorn was completely unaware of the relationship between Harry and Snape. contradictions between.

He just burps happily.

"is it?"

After finally withdrawing from the group of flatterers, Cyrus fell into Slughorn's troubles again.

But Snape ignored Cyrus at all, his cold black eyes, following his hooked nose, fell steadily on Harry's body, and he was completely thinking about Slughorn's words in his mind.

Potion talent?Totally a joke....

"I don't think I've taught him anything before or seen how smart he is"

' Was he thinking about the similarities between Harry and Lily? ' Cyrus guessed looking at Snape's back.

This man may not care about those fame and fortune, even though he clearly knows that he is the professor Harry hates and the "Half-Blood Prince" he admires, but he just doesn't change anything.

It's so awkward that people pull their hair.

If Snape allowed it, Cyrus even wanted to tell Harry immediately: The person you admire is the person you hate the most!

But soon, only the Slytherin student caught by Filch could draw Snape's eyes away from Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy.

He was sneaking in the corridor and was caught by Filch by accident.

Professor Snape looked into Malfoy's eyes, revealing anger and disappointment. Under Cyrus' puzzled gaze, before Slughorn could say anything, he grabbed his clothes and dragged them out.

"Forget it...Severus, it's just a holiday, he can stay here if he wants to keep it..."

"I'm his dean." Snape dragged Draco Malfoy and said without looking back, "Follow me!"

This little episode stiffened the originally cheerful atmosphere, but Harry and the others didn't think so. Instead, they found it more interesting. He gathered with Neville and others, telling his jokes.

Cyrus' target—Professor Slughorn, was still reminiscing with his old friend there.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that those old wizards who only knew how to make friends left, and then Slughorn sank into the soft chair closest to the stove with a plate of small biscuits.

"Professor?" Cyrus walked over.

"Ah~ did you have a good time?" Slughorn took another sip of his wine, looking a little drunk, "Sorry, those are some of my old friends, you know, people in business look a little... .hypocritical?"

"Much better than some..."

Cyrus didn't notice that the fruit juice in his hand had already been secretly replaced by mead by Hermione.

He pondered for a moment, then asked slowly: "You were also a Potions professor before, when did that start?"

"This... Let me think about it. In short, you and your teacher Albus were already colleagues at that time." The professor twisted his body and said proudly, "I have seen too many outstanding students. Don't say, you can be ranked first."

It seems that being in the same era as Dumbledore is enough for him to show off.

Hermione calculated the time in her mind, stood behind Slughorn and nodded towards Cyrus.

That's right, when Voldemort was a student, when he was Tom Riddle, Professor Slughorn was indeed teaching potions, and after he retired, it was Snape who was teaching.

"I remember seeing a name in the trophy room before!" Harry rushed over at this moment, and said, "It seems to be... Tom Riddle? It seems to be a student of yours when you were teaching!"

Tom..Riddle...?

Hearing this name, Slughorn was stunned for a while as if suffering from dementia.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"We're just curious... when I'm in solitary, I always wipe the trophy." Harry shrugged, as if talking about something unrelated, just curious.

"Well... Indeed, I have the impression that he is indeed a genius"

Slughorn woke up immediately from his drunkenness, and looked at them with some vigilance.

But Cyrus obviously wouldn't miss this opportunity, and kept looking for excuses, as if he was just asking a teacher about a famous senior in the school.

There was a trace of envy and respect in his eyes.

Even Hermione had to admit that Cyrus, who had had a drink, was always surprising in his performances.