The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Forbidden Forest at night is dark and terrifying, but Smaug's size, which is bigger than Hagrid's hut, brings a boundless sense of security. The moonlight shines on the pond from the open space in the forest above.

The two huddled together, feeling the arrival of the night under the protection of the dragon.

There are also some green fluorescent substances in the pond, and the silvery moonlight makes this area a bit of a legendary feeling. Hermione squeezed beside Cyrus, watching the fireflies slowly coming out around her, which made her think that she was in the in what dream

Together with Smaug, enjoying the silence, Cyrus was stung by the notebook in his pocket and took it out with a frown.

This is the notebook that Professor Quirrell gave him. He hasn't had time to look at it since he got it back. He just happened to look through the notes by the light of the bonfire.

The cover of the first page shows signs of being torn, and some places have been changed in great detail, so detailed that the original purpose of some black magic is clearly marked, but in addition to the cover, there are also torn pages at the end

Hermione rested her chin on Cyrus' shoulder, hummed nursery rhymes and read the book together. When she saw the torn pages, she frowned with obsessive-compulsive disorder

"reparo (restore to original)!"

"There seems to be black magic left on it" The page of the book has not been restored, she clenched the wand tightly, increased the output of magic power, and firmly believed in the idea of ​​"restore"

The remaining pages have not changed at all

"No, the torn part is not with us, there is no way to heal it." Cyrus shook his head, and at the same time was a little curious about what was written on the torn part,

"If you can skip that part and just let it go back to the node before it was torn..." Cyrus scratched his hair, a little depressed, but unfortunately this involves the scope of time, and it is very dangerous to study

At this moment, a flying fish made of paper fluttered, gliding and jumping in the air, and came to Cyrus' hands with the flames of the bonfire.

"Professor Quirrell?" Hermione was a little puzzled, "Is it the end of the one-year term, come to say goodbye?"

Speaking of this, Cyrus was a little sad, his premonition finally came...

Since Quirrell's assessment of their duel ended, the premonition of the Force has always been a little far away from Professor Quirrell.

As far away as the deep space above.

Hermione touched his head and comforted him: "It's okay, we just can't see each other at school...Maybe, Professor Quirrell has changed back to the former professor of Muggle studies?"

She put her head on Cyrus, who was leaning on her shoulder, and dawdled at an extremely slow and careful speed.

Still frowning, Cyrus opened the letter, which read:

My favorite student, Cyrus, I am very grateful to you, it is you and those lovely students who have given me a satisfaction that I have never had before, and this satisfaction is more than that of me standing on a high stage

You are like a distant candlestick in the dark, faint, but at least it can illuminate myself

You are a smart student. I have never seen a little wizard with such high talent as you. I have a hunch that England is definitely not what you want. I have nothing to teach you. Maybe the only thing is It is my exclusive technique for making herbarium, hahaha

Hope you enjoyed my privately edited herbarium notes...  

The further he reads, the more Cyrus feels something is wrong. The distance as far as the starry sky has opened the distance between him and Quirrell.

it made him very uncomfortable

At the end of the paper it read:

If only I could have met you half a year earlier, Cyrus, we have a lot to talk about, and I can't wait to go to the Pig's Head Bar to drink a glass of dragon whiskey and talk about my travel experience when I was young

If I'm still alive.

He stood up suddenly, and easily jumped onto Smaug's back, which was one of the ingenious uses of the Force.

"Quirrell has a problem! The liar!! fuckfuck..." Cyrus urged Smaug to take him back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest

Hermione had never seen Cyrus like this before, he looked angry and sad, cursing vulgarly

There is no peace like before.

Tears splashed on her face when he jumped up, a little warm

Sensing the dragon's rise, she hurried back to Cyrus, sat behind her, and held him with her arms outstretched.

"Quick! Smaug, quick!!"

Feeling his anxiety, Smaug let out a roar towards the sky, startling the birds in the forest to dance

It waved its wings, the dragon soared into the air, and swept across the forest below, the dragon soared in the air, and everything surrendered to its feet.

Flying in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, it stopped after hitting a transparent wall on the edge of the Forbidden Forest

"It's okay... I don't blame you" Cyrus rubbed his palm against it, comforting the aggrieved fire dragon, then turned and continued to run,

"Fuck! I won't allow it...I won't allow it!!"

No matter how Hermione asked behind him, he was just swearing constantly, with tears streaming down his face, Cyrus didn't feel anything about it

What shit specimens, what shit teachings!We agreed to study soul magic together, how could I do it all by myself! !

His current force is not as powerful as Hermione, but he is the strongest when it comes to using it

Cyrus, who was approaching the castle quickly, stretched out his left hand. At this moment, everything will be under his control. He is running in the present, facing the future

He has been sorting out the combination of Katai Maji's secret method and magic spell for a long time, and he is still a little stuck in terms of the soul, but at least he can feel the darkness and the feeling of being on the verge of breaking in Quirrell

He wanted to shorten that distance as much as he could, and ran as hard as he could, but that distance didn't seem to change anything because of his efforts...

.........

Quirrell made all kinds of preparations after the students finished their exams

As night fell, the students all returned to their lounges, he got up and folded a piece of letter paper and put it on his body

When he reached the door, he went back and put the folded letter paper back into a book on the table, but he shook his head again and waved his hand, turning the letter paper into a flying fish and flying out of the window

After thinking about nothing, he left.

He came to an old door at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, and opened it with an unlocking spell. A three-headed dog stared at him with saliva dripping down its bared fangs.

"Stupid dog..." Quirrell murmured, transformed into a music box, placed it on the ground, and released relaxing nursery rhymes

After 10 minutes, after the three-headed dog fell asleep, he walked over and opened the secret door on the ground

Looking at the passage without a trace of light, he took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time

Finally jumped down.

The Sorcerer's Stone is his last game...