The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Maybe you can tell me what happened first, and then hug each other..."

Professor McGonagall, who saw the accident through the office window, ran over immediately, and found that there was only a wailing all over the place, and the two hugging each other

Raised eyebrows and pursed mouth, this is a sign of anger

"I hope, this is not something you broke through!"

Hearing the professor's voice, Malfoy held his nose and sat up from the ground, the blood on his face made him lose the pride he used to have

"Professor... that's him... that's what he did?!" He shouted in embarrassment, tears of pain streaming from the corners of his eyes

"He's alone?" Professor McGonagall flicked his wand lightly, and the messy grass returned to its original state. "I saw it from the office. This is not something that can be made by just one person!"

"Never before... no... this is the second time at Hogwarts!!"

Black Lake last semester was the first time.

Hermione, who was holding the little angel, nodded and looked at him, a little strange, Cyrus doesn't seem like someone who likes to fight... let alone... knocked down all seven seniors except Malfoy

"You didn't really do it, did you?" she asked softly.

Cyrus broke free from his embrace slightly, nodded under the unbelievable eyes of Hermione and Professor McGonagall, but added in a low voice:

"Although I was a key part of it, it wasn't just me doing it alone"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, just about to explode

Cedric hooked Wood and came to them staggeringly, with a dozen scattered people behind him

"We did too, the group of Slytherins picked it first" "Professor, everyone involved..."

Except for a few wounded, the remaining eleven people stood next to Cyrus with their heads bowed one after another, and the Weasley twins kept bumping their butts into each other in a funny way.

Professor McGonagall looked at Gryffindor and Hufflepuff in front of him, his heart ached, and...why was the always honest Cedric Diggory in there?

Points~ These are all points, is there no hope for Gryffindor this year?

"Cyrus, give me a good--honest account--of the whole situation"

The professor walked up to the boy, grabbed his ear and pulled him out. McGonagall was really angry with the child in front of him.

So Cyrus lowered his head, not daring to look at the angry Dean Maomao, and faltered his explanation:

"Malfoy came over early in the morning to grab the court with us, taunting, and... calling... Hermione... a mudblood..."

In a word, the more he spoke to the end, the more he stuttered, his fingers kept scratching his hair, and the redness on his face hadn't faded away.

A white mist gushed out from the tip of the professor's staff, and turned into a kitten, scratching its calf, and ran towards the castle through the air

After McGonagall heard this, her pursed lips were no longer so tight, she just tapped Cyrus on the head with her wand, and stared at the group of people behind the boy while lecturing.

"Forget it... he's still a young man anyway." Although he thought so, he was still puzzled.

Hermione, on the other hand, stood beside Professor McGonagall, and after listening to Cyrus' explanation, she smiled sweetly~ She waited until the other party raised her head secretly, and then the girl made her lips:

'I will reward you tomorrow~'

And wink mischievously

For the matter that the boy stood up for her, it blew away Hermione's worries about last night's nightmare in the morning,

But Cyrus didn't think so. He was angry when it happened, but he was a little ashamed when he said it in front of Hermione after it happened.

The Weasley twins whistled against the glare of their cat dean, which made Cyrus even more shy

"You~ Why are you getting more and more impulsive? This kind of thing can be solved in private~" Mag pinched his face helplessly, and the technique became more and more skillful. Hermione who was on the side even taught her how to pinch his face.

Hmm... It really feels good... As expected of Granger who can enjoy it every day...

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard that, unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall didn't like a certain person.

Professor McGonagall is of mixed blood and grew up in the English countryside. When she was young, she was not much better than Flitwick, but Professor Flitwick was more violent.

It takes more than talent to make a name for yourself in a magical world that is more discriminatory than it is today, so Professor McGonagall just blames him for making the conflict worse

"Then I will teach him a lesson quietly in the future?" Cyrus said in a low voice

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! Even if Malfoy said that word, you can't hit your classmates... You're in Professor Flitwick's dueling club, tsk~"

It was spoken very loudly, but only Cyrus could hear the second half of the sentence

McGonagall immediately grabbed both sides of his face, remembering his first class movements, kneading and rubbing his hands, and continued to ask if he was injured

Cyrus, who didn't dare to resist, could only blink his small blue eyes pitifully, trying to teach the professor to be gentle.

Cedric and his party were dumbfounded. When had they seen Professor McGonagall like this?Even if Harry won the championship with an out-of-control broom last year, the professor only praised him verbally

However, Aliya, Angelina and others who had heard gossip before had an expression of "as expected"

"I didn't expect... Our dean has also fallen." They suppressed their laughter and started chatting by the fireside when they were about to go back.

And Professor McGonagall waited until there were hurried footsteps behind her, and then she let go of her hand immediately. The cold frost condensed on her face again, and Cyrus whispered secretly.

The face changed so quickly that Professor Snape, who came after being notified later, couldn't see any problem

As soon as he came over, he saw Draco Malfoy lying on the ground, but his eyes were cold, it seemed that he hoped that these people would lie on the ground for a while

It wasn't until Draco lowered his head in fear that Snape turned around and looked at Hermione beside Cyrus and McGonagall,

"Hufflepuff, Gryffindor deducted [-] points and was responsible for cleaning up the stadium for a month, and Slytherin who participated in the incident...deducted [-] points"

Perhaps it was because he saw that the few people in front of him were seriously injured. Fortunately, only the bones were broken, so a symbolic point was deducted, but as the only sober Draco felt a little wronged

"Teach...professor, I've got my nose smashed, hardly a single person is whole, if my daddy knew..."

Before Malfoy could finish speaking, Snape immediately squatted down and grabbed the other's arm vigorously, his voice and eyes remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

"Your father? I will explain what happened to him separately and return these rings to him..."

While talking, Snape also took the playing card on Malfoy's hand, and said word by word, Harry thought that Snape would only treat him like this

"Bojinbok's family? I will take time to visit him this weekend and ask him why he sold a black magic alchemist to a student"

This card is greedily sucking the blood on Malfoy's clothes, no matter how much it absorbs, the blood on the surface remains unchanged

Cyrus carefully observed the changes in the cards, and sure enough... there is nothing in the world that does not require a price.

Professor Snape's tone was so cold that even Harry almost trembled

It was just that Harry's eyes flickered when he heard the professor mention Boginbock.

After Snape woke up the fainted Slytherins one by one, and let them roll to the school infirmary on the second floor, some people were still not convinced

Snape's voice was suppressed in his throat, and he growled:

"Do I still need to send your deeds to the Prophet newspaper? Let's reflect on ourselves first."

As a professor, he would have a good chat with Boginbock, but as the dean... he is still a little ashamed for his house, they have completely embarrassed Slytherin!

After dealing with the mess in his own academy, Snape returned to Cyrus, and his eyes accurately caught Harry in the crowd

After looking at it for a long time, I found that the other party's clothes were a little torn, so I grinned:

"Potter, you should be glad this has nothing to do with you...but you! Cyrus!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the boy in front of him,

"You really surprised me... I thought you wouldn't like being famous like Harry and that idiot Lockhart, Cyrus... Forget it, come to my office next Monday night~"

"If I hadn't seen you, you'd be--de--do--"

Then he shook his black robe and left the court. Professor McGonagall just left a sentence of "come to the office for confinement tomorrow night" and hurried away

The Slytherin team has been injured for a month and can't get out of bed, so won't they be able to win the championship again this year?McGonagall thought as she walked.

"Go! General..." The Weasley twins stepped forward and pushed Cyrus away,

In front of Hermione, Cyrus seemed like a mouse seeing a cat, tiptoed a few times, and then said under the girl's half-smiling eyes:

"I just... help you save face..."

"I'm sorry..." She suddenly apologized, "I had a dream this morning..."

"What dream?" Cyrus was a little curious

"About your dream..."

However, Hermione just took off the scarf, wrapped it around the boy's neck, shook her head, and took his hand and walked towards the castle

Cedric, on the other hand, went to Colin to ask for a photo, and he thought that at least three should be hung in the Hufflepuff lounge.

Neville was still waving his two-handed sword foolishly, immersed in the previous battle,

"Party tonight! Let me think of a name... What do you think? Fred" George announced loudly

"Brilliant Quidditch Pitch Battle! Let's celebrate... Draco Malfoy's purebloods get beaten up!"

Fred stood beside him and said, "If only our father could beat Malfoy like this."