The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Do you wish to live forever?"

"Eternal life? With all due respect, Professor, immortality is just an excuse for me to escape"

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"Cyrus, where do you think the soul of a person will go after death?"

"Professor, maybe you will go to a wider universe"

"New adventure? Sounds good..."

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"Cyrus, maybe I should thank you, thank you"

"Huh? We're just doing what students should do. Maybe Ravenclaw and the others love you, the old senior."

"Hahahahaha, you are so interesting..."

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"Does the lack of a soul necessarily cause a person to permanently lose a certain amount of memory and talent? Cyrus"

"Because it's incomplete, Professor, I'm already working on how to restore the soul, believe me..."

"God... If I lose my talent permanently, I'd rather die"

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"Cyrus, you have to remember that people should rely on themselves, only they can save themselves, and you can't pin your hopes on others"

"I will remember"

"Actually, I think the strengths of each college can be learned... Well... Maybe I'm the real Ravenclaw"

"Professor, you are already very good"

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"I asked the eagle head door knocker in the lounge, and your answer really surprised me. It's a pity you don't go to Ravenclaw....Try this, I learned it when I traveled to Holland"

"Teach...professor, uh...I was just thinking..."

"Don't say these things are useless, we still have a lot of business today, and in addition, Miss Granger's talent is also very good."

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"Does that Harry of Gryffindor group hate me?"

"No, professor, don't think about it"

"I just watched him frown every time he was in class, and sometimes he covered his forehead, as if he didn't want to see me"

"Harry has a scar on his forehead, it's probably an old problem...you're not Snape hahaha"

"Hahahaha, what you said makes sense, Snape is really annoying hahaha"

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Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus.....

"obliviate!!"

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black magic office

Professor Quirrell was facing a mirror, unbuttoning a part of his shirt and observing something. The wounds on his chest and shoulders looked fresh, but the scars were almost healed.

The healing around the wound made him feel a bit itchy, as if someone had secretly put him under the tickling spell.

"Master...yes...but...but Dumbledore has probably...found us"

The voice is no longer weak, but back to low and hoarse

"Quirrell...you must hurry up to get the Philosopher's Stone..."

Quirrell wailed a little. It seemed that he was about to leave when he recovered from his injuries. He sat on the seat thinking about the plan, took a pen and wrote on a piece of parchment, and looked at a page from time to time. paper torn from a book

And that voice fell silent after hearing Quirrell's response. It doesn't care what its servants do, as long as it can get the Philosopher's Stone, it doesn't mind even if Quirrell kills all the students.

If he can do it.

Exam week is almost here

And Quirrell just intends to distribute the test papers in advance and dismiss the students first, so that it will be more convenient to leave the stage and start implementing the plan

But Quirrell took the report card, put an "o" on the names of Hermione and Cyrus in advance, read the list again, and filled in a few things:

Put a "p" after the names of Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe

o indicates excellent, while p indicates that the grade is not satisfactory and needs to be retaken.

He took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer. The handwriting on it seemed to be written by Cyrus. It was neat and full of beauty, just like an old man who had written many books was creating manuscripts for a novel.

The above content is some unique insights about the soul, but some are not perfect

Quirrell sat upright on the chair, tapping his fingers on the table rhythmically

"Harry...Harry Potter...the legendary boy who survived the death curse? Curious."

He read Cyrus' research content several times again, frowning because he didn't quite understand the meaning in many places, and finally put the things in a book beside his desk.

Some time has passed since the fire in the Forbidden Forest, and the two arsonists are still rushing between the library and the classroom to prepare for the next exam

"Let me take a look... Transfiguration is okay... Charms is stable... Defense Against the Dark Arts is also very easy"

Cyrus counted with his fingers. He felt that there was nothing wrong with him. He should pass the potion test. He looked at Hermione who was reading a book.

I thought: If Snape can see Hermione's face, maybe he can get an a?

Hermione stretched out her hand, and a book on the bookshelf flew into her hand. Now her feeling for the Force is growing with time, Cyrus nodded slightly, a little proud

If Obi-Wan's heroic spirit can also appear, he will definitely have to frighten him in front of him: the strongest Jedi, besides Luke, should be my apprentice Hermione!

"Armor protection is a kind of protective spell that can generate a magical shield and deflect and dissipate objects or spells to protect the caster and a certain range around him..."

Can the shield be transformed into something else with the Transfiguration Charm, similar to flocks of birds and bullets?

Cyrus thought for a while, and recorded the inspiration that was about to disappear, but there was a difficulty that he needed to transform on the spell itself, not the transformed summon

For example... the sacred sword of Emperor Weishan?Or the bodyguard of Emperor Weishan?

Excitedly, he told her about his thoughts

But Hermione just looked at Cyrus strangely

"What's wrong? No wonder you don't think it's cool?"

"Let's not talk about the difficulty issue..." Hermione covered her forehead, covered the corners of her mouth with her arms, and sighed helplessly, "Cyrus~ we are wizards~ shouldn't we Use magic gracefully like a virtuoso?"

She wondered if her Cyrus caught a cold and burned his head

I put my forehead on it and found no signs of fever.

"I think...magic should be different from person to person. For example, the master of Gryffindor is the famous master of swordsmanship"

Cyrus pushed away the review book in front of him. For him, it was enough to pass, and he was just staying with Hermione

"Compared to trying to transform your armor and body, I would rather learn the weather spell. I found that there are too few wizards who can use the weather spell reasonably, such as manipulating lightning or hail..."

Hermione also pushed away the review materials, she didn't need to review for a long time, she was just staying with Cyrus, the stupid orange cat

"Hermione~ How can you think like that? Just imagine, if you can turn the Iron Armor into a cursed armor that you can put on yourself, and then ride a Smaug..."

Cyrus was thrilled just thinking about it.

Armor, knights, Smaug, Gandalf thought he could be a teacher when he saw it.

And Hermione can't imagine a wizard who represents elegance and wisdom as a dragon knight in heavy armor

Of course she couldn't figure it out, after all, it was related to Cyrus' experience——

Gandalf who is Maia, the ancient mage who was a monk when he was young, and the Jedi who holds a lightsaber...

All these things have long caused Cyrus to have a small shift in his understanding of spells.

"Of course, I think the Fire Curse is the most suitable for me." Cyrus thought for a while, and found that none of the spells learned so far can reach the level of burning the Forbidden Forest

Hermione shook her head, and secretly took out a palm-sized diary, flipped through several pages, and wrote a paragraph:

Plan 12---Make Cyrus a qualified wizard

Before Cyrus could read it, he closed it, smiled and nodded at him, which made the boy feel a little creepy

"At least he can't let him think about that stupid dragon every day" she thought...