The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(About Albus Dumbledore, I refer to Professor Dumbledore in the original book and the first three movies. He has superb magic skills. When viewed from a distance, he feels unpredictable, and people can be sure that he Is a learned magic school headmaster, when with him there is a touch of playfulness.

I personally do not recommend the Dumbledore conspiracy theory very much. I personally feel that it is a little anti-personal, and it is still a bit less interesting than the pure blood conspiracy theory)

......... (Same as above)

The potion class on Monday morning is to make a bottle of tranquilizer based on the theory of the last potion class. This potion can calm people who are frightened, traumatized or mentally broken.

This time Cyrus brought a series of tools such as measuring cups and droppers bought by Christmas father, and they came to the damp and dark potion classroom in the basement again

And their professor Snape was already standing in front of the podium, waiting for their arrival with a sullen face.

Finally, Cyrus saw Hermione who was still sitting in the front row. He got stuck in the classroom, so he lowered his head and sat beside her with his things

Hermione looks back to the way she was before after a day

In spring, she put on a pleated skirt again, with a blue bow tie on her clothes, her dark brown leather shoes looked very simple, and her white socks just showed her well-articulated ankles and smooth and slender legs

Legs crossed, slightly bent, placed under the desk.

"Finally you are not late" This is the first time that Cyrus has not been late for potion class, she sat in her seat and glanced at Cyrus

After he was seated, Hermione took out a small candy from her pocket, put the candy on the table, and slowly pushed it over with her arm

With his right hand propped on the desk and his chin resting, he stared at the blackboard, appearing a little careless.

Serres, who had just sat down and put the books and measuring cups on the table, found the extra hard candy at hand. He picked it up and observed it, and found that it was Hermione's favorite strawberry flavor

Cyrus' mood suddenly improved, just like a traveling navigator seeing schools of flying fish jumping out of the sea in warm waters, or watching dolphins rolling while sitting on the pier admiring the sunset.

"It's fine if you don't eat." Hermione's voice was still cold outside, although she said, her hand just moved slowly.

He quickly grabbed the candy and put it in the button pocket of his jacket.

"I... couldn't find you yesterday"

"Hmph...I had some things to do yesterday, after all, it's almost the end of the term"

Damn it if Cyrus could find her yesterday, Hermione stayed in Professor Flitwick's office all day yesterday because the Dean was attracted by her and Cyrus' war chess plan

So I have been doing various tests with Wizard Chess.

"I was a little angry at first, but you said that you found me yesterday..." Hermione's toes were grabbing the floor hard, and she tried her best to resist the corners of her mouth that wanted to curl up all the time, "It's better now."

This is a lie!

Mandy and Maeve sat behind them, and when they heard Hermione's words, they smiled mockingly

Hermione was never angry, nor did she appear flustered, just the night before yesterday and last night, every time they were about to fall asleep, they would be woken up by Hermione's laughter

Just hiding in his bed, laughing out loud from time to time, tossing and turning.

While Cyrus was cutting the herbs, he accidentally knocked down the round bottom beaker and the shelf beside it, but it didn't break

The base of the shelf and the beaker is close to the edge of the table, and the angle is maintained at 120°, which seems very anti-physical, and they slowly move to the inside of the table

"Experimental equipment should not be placed on the edge of the table." Hermione was stirring the potion. It turned out that she used the force to stop the things when they fell down.

It seemed that she had been paying attention to herself, and Cyrus's brain that had started to work was not too stupid.

"Sy-les--s, why are you still in a daze? Miss Granger next to you is about to prepare the sedative." The old bat walked without making a sound. He walked up to the boy and said stiffly,

"Heh, maybe you shouldn't be sitting with Miss Granger, obviously, the famous poot from Gryffindor is the right tablemate for you"

Because of Hermione's super-high and serious attitude, from the beginning of the school to half a month after Christmas, Snape reluctantly looked straight at her.

In Snape's heartfelt words, only Granger, in terms of talent in magic and potions, could let him look directly at the entire classroom.

Because last week's homework was Dreamless Sleeping Potion, although it was something that only the second graders would be exposed to, she was the only one who did it for the whole freshman.

Snape gave him a sideways look with cold eyes, "Or do you like to play with your weird glass instruments?" After mocking, he left

Looking at the combination of a cold academic bully and a giant monster at the table in front of him, he felt inexplicably nauseous when he took a second look.

Just leave after mocking as usual.

Cyrus rolled his eyes, and then began to add the normal amount of potion according to Hermione's potion notes. Suddenly, his chair floated a little, and he moved to his side,

It was only an arm's length away, but only half of it was left.

"Look carefully, otherwise you will be scolded later." Hermione puffed her face and said in a low voice

Before get out of class ended, Snape looked at everyone's results when he checked the potions, so Ravenclaw deducted ten points, and Hufflepuff deducted fifteen points, of which five points were deducted by Cyrus

"It seems that I still overestimate you, idiot, I can't even copy it, which makes me refresh my opinion of you, Hufflepuff will deduct five points~"

He picked up the two round bottom beakers used to hold potions, and through the transparent glass, he could better distinguish the quality of potions: Hermione's was translucent blue, while Cyrus was also translucent color, but some impurities remain in it

"Perhaps you are not here to hinder Granger, she must be better" and said, turning her head and looking at Hermione,

"Your sedative is average, and you should have to filter it five times. Let me guess, you must think that if you use a different filter, you should use it less. This time, you can barely deduct points."

Finally waving his bat wings and walking away.

"It's not fair!" Cyrus was a little speechless, walking behind Hermione's ass

"No, that's fair." Hermione turned and pressed the tip of her index finger to his lips. "Maybe it's because you're so stupid!"

Hermione meant more than just his talent for potions.

On Wednesday's Dark Magic Defense, Harry sat behind Cyrus. He has never had any aversion to Quirrell. Although he missed Quirrell's lecture at the club before, he was lucky enough to listen to it recently.

This time, Professor Quirrell stood on the stage and talked about the Smoke Curse and the Repelling Curse, still sounding a bit stuttering:

"flipendo (three feet back the enemy) and fumos (smoky), can help you have a good effect on some common dark magic creatures"

He stuttered to read the knowledge points, but it did not affect the spellcasting in his hands. A wisp of green smoke slowly emerged from the tip of the staff and surrounded the professor, his figure blurred

"Smoke Curse, whether it is to fight back against the enemy or escape is the best way." At this time, a blue light flew out from the smoke and hit the wooden man beside him.

After being hit by the spell, the wooden man flew away like a bull sprinting, and hit the stone wall on the right. Some fragile joints broke directly. This hand made the students sigh in a low voice

The smoke dissipated instantly, and Professor Quirrell stood on the podium and nodded.

"The repelling curse is a type of evil spell. The evil spell (jinx) is a type of black magic spell. It has the least negative effect among the three black magic spells, and usually only causes slight discomfort to the victim."

Slight discomfort?They looked at the broken wooden man who was smashed against the wall, and kept muttering in their hearts.

"And some jinxes require the caster to maintain eye contact with the target, this one is usually more of a curse"

There are three types of black magic: jinx, hex, and curse.

"So sometimes when we use jinxes for defense, we're technically using black magic because it's essentially the same"

Harry thought of something and fell into thinking; while Cyrus wrote down what Quirrell said, which was a valuable reminder for subsequent research on spells.

"Zombies only exist in the southern part of America. It is an example of the living dead, like a vampire, and can be identified by its gray appearance and rotting smell. The repelling and cutting spells are the best choices, of course, if you know the fire spell." better"

Black magic is a taboo word in many people's minds, but it is clear that little wizards do not understand a lot of knowledge,

When they heard that curses belonged to black magic, they were more unconfident and unbelievable in their hearts.

Wilbert Slinka, the author of "Defense of Magic Theory", doesn't like jinxes, and even thinks that the jinx-breaking curse is just another name for jinx, making it sound more acceptable

"So, there are only two differences between black magic, forbidden and legal; the former can pollute the soul, while the latter is just a pure attack effect and cannot cause permanent damage...."

Cyrus summed up Quirrell's knowledge.

"Of course, the defensive jinxes we've learned are legitimate black arts, and now, practice them." Quirrell turned everyone's table into a wooden dummy

Hexes are not learned instantly, except Cyrus

Quirrell looked at the student in the front row. He possessed incomprehensible thinking in magic spells. He had to say that he was inferior to him in some aspects.

like... soul magic

He has almost nothing to teach, except his own black magic spells and the legends of his travels

He glanced at Harry Potter behind Cyrus again, scratching his chin with his thumb, his eyes flickered with caution,

And Harry suddenly felt another pain in his forehead, just once, and the sharp pain flashed through his mind.

.........

Snape walked up the steps quickly, waving his pitch-black robes, and pushed the door open without knocking.

Staring at the old man sitting on a chair eating cockroach piles with stiff and lifeless eyes,

"Dumbledore! The door on the fourth floor has traces of being opened by a spell, and it was opened by Potter during the night tour." When Harry was mentioned, he was a little excited and hurried

"It's not safe there anymore, we need to re-lure Quirrell in another place"

Dumbledore, however, just took a sip of the sour soda and played with the silverware on the table without looking up.

"do not worry..."

"Don't worry? With all due respect, you are indeed a little old and confused"

"Harry won't be harmed." Dumbledore raised it up, feeling a little helpless, "Look, isn't the unlocking spell learned quickly?"

"Even if he had learned the Unforgivable Curse, I don't think that stupid Potter would have beaten that man!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes were slightly concentrated, which startled Snape, and his mind immediately went blank. He noticed the change in Snape

"Although I'm a bit old-fashioned, I'm not an old lunatic." He gave Snape a weird look. "I'm just thinking about things. You know, when you're old, you can't turn around with too many things in your head."

"Trust me, Quirrell won't hurt Harry..."

But Snape just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly mockingly, "It won't hurt? Why, is there any blood relationship between Potter and that person? Oh, maybe that person has read the pure-blood genealogy that I don't know where?"

Dumbledore thought Snape was a little pissed off by the past.

"I said 'quierlo', not 'that guy'"

No matter how Snape yelled or turned a corner to call him stupid, Dumbledore just repeated one sentence:

"Believe me"

Finally Snape walked away in a huff.

(It was sent at exactly twelve o'clock, and the review was completed at one o'clock. Two-in-one

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