The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Hermione waved regretfully to Cyrus

After seven o'clock tonight, he will go to Professor McGonagall's office for confinement, but Cyrus's head starts to hurt at the thought of going to Snape on Monday night

"Go~ It's a pity, I still want to read books with you." Hermione pretended to be very sad, "Professor McGonagall must have learned a lot from confinement."

And Cyrus could only hang his face, watching Hermione's clumsy performance

"Ah...hahaha, okay, let's go" She took out a rainbow jellybean from her pocket, tore it in half, looked around to see if it was there, so she said in a low voice

"Thank you for standing up for me~" He said, pressing the other half of the jelly candy into his mouth,

Looking at the frosting and a little wetness on the fingertips, before Cyrus could wipe it off, Hermione suddenly stretched out the tip of her pink tongue to lick off the remaining frosting

Maybe it was Cyrus' stunned expression, or maybe it was because she realized the ambiguity of her actions, Hermione's face suddenly turned red

"I'll go back to the library to borrow a few books first..." She stammered and ran away

Hermione just ran to the corner, covered her hot face, saw other people coming up the marble stairs, immediately coughed a few times, straightened her collar, and then walked to the fourth floor.

However, Cyrus was not much better. When Hermione was feeding candy, he accidentally touched the girl's finger with his tongue.

But...but why would she lick the icing!Didn't she feel something? ?

At this moment, another image suddenly appeared in his heart, an image that could not be erased...

So Cyrus held the "Notes on Space Magic", lowered his head, and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office in a daze.

In the warm room, Professor McGonagall was already sitting by the fireplace grading homework, and Cyrus, who came in quietly, was tiptoeing to the desk

Although the sky has darkened, through that window, you can still see the shadows belonging to the Quidditch pitch

"Sit here~" Professor McGonagall said without raising his head.

The voice was cold and calm, making it impossible to understand the mood of the other party. Although Cyrus did not regret the fight, it did not prevent him from being nervous in front of the respected professor.

Who made Malfoy grovel?If only Cyrus was scolded, maybe he just curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.

Minerva McGonagall sighed, took off her little glasses, looked at the boy opposite and said slowly, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"I know~"

The professor thought about a lot of things before this, and Gryffindor, which she had been worrying about for a long time, slowly climbed up in grades, and even Harry Potter started studying in the second grade

Although the group of Gryffindors only set aside two hours a day to study, this change still made McGonagall happy.

She knew very well that the environment changed some of their habits.

"In the future, it's best to settle this matter privately... bring your latest paper here"

The helpless Mag didn't bother to worry about these trivial matters, but simply warned Cyrus that she was already busy enough with the affairs left behind by Dumbledore

For the Cyrus in front of her, she was more just acting as a routine.

A plate of small fish-shaped biscuits floated onto the table between the two of them, and Cyrus, who had nothing to do, could only look at the research on space.

"Your theory is quite complete." Professor McGonagall, who had read the paper, said, "At the end of this semester, I will send it to "Transformation Today" for publication."

Cyrus and she only need to pass a whole semester of verification: Transfiguration affects the materialized magical energy, which makes her a little happy

Nowadays, powerful wizards like myself or Dumbledore just discovered the ability to manipulate elements through transformation...

Minerva, this name is the name of the Roman goddess of knowledge and war, and there is still some blood in her heart.

"Professor's help is also very important... woohoo... this cookie is delicious"

Looking at Cyrus who was also happy, Mag felt a puff of air in her heart. When she saw that Cyrus' eyes were only focused on those small fish biscuits, she realized that

Maybe... Cyrus is the most Hufflepuff-like Hufflepuff ever.

"What do you think of Gryffindor?" McGonagall asked abruptly after the two had finished their academic discussion,

She silently said sorry to Pomona in her heart.

The way Cyrus eats fish crackers looks very much like a cat. Since it is a cat... it should be more suitable for a lion that belongs to the cat family, right?

So McGonagall glanced at Cyrus helplessly, angrily thinking of that old and foolish Sorting Hat,

The Sorting Hat far away in the principal's office sneezed, shaking the dust off the floor.

"Why don't you cancel Professor Flitwick's dueling course?" McGonagall changed seats and sat next to Cyrus, "Your transfiguration is more important to the magic world."

"Not too good, after all, I have already promised Professor Flitwick." The boy grabbed another handful of biscuits, but in fact, he was thinking that Hermione would not let him, so he said tactfully

Mag could only smack his lips and filled the snack bowl with a pack of dried fish

Cyrus' eyes lit up, he didn't expect to have snacks during the confinement tonight, he loves Professor Cat!Professor McGonagall gradually surpassed Professor Flitwick in his heart

As McGonagall, who goes to the principal's office to hand over tasks every day, she will naturally hear the occasional bickering between the Sorting Hat and the principal

She suddenly felt that if Cyrus didn't make a detour, succeeding her as the principal... might be more suitable than some irresponsible old man?

'No...if I become headmaster, can I leave the affairs to Cyrus? ' Meg thought

Cyrus, who was sitting next to him, felt a bit of coldness, turned his head and saw the professor's pondering gaze,

"professor?"

"Hmm...huh? Ha, I was wondering what book would suit you"

The boy's voice brought Professor McGonagall back to his senses, so he turned around and took the "Advanced Transfiguration Guide" from the bookshelf, then looked at the clock and found that it was curfew time before he knew it

They spent four hours just chatting

"Take it and go, remember, don't make the same mistake next time!" At this time, she severely criticized

It's just that the meaning only Cyrus can understand

"I promise I won't make the same mistake (I promise I won't be discovered quietly)" Cyrus said playfully, but McGonagall just waved her hand angrily

Before leaving, he grabbed the golden hair dumpling in retaliation

After the door closed, Mag stretched out his waist, extinguished the flame in the fireplace, and walked towards the secret door in the office alone.

However, just as he was about to go downstairs, Cyrus spotted a girl with the same fiery red hair as a sign of belonging to the Weasley family

It's already curfew time, and Ron's sister, Ginny, is moving to the fourth floor on the handrail, like an ordinary Gryffindor night visitor

But Cyrus, who has a sensitive sense of smell, smelled a familiar smell, which made him frown

But rashly following a first-year girl, if someone finds out, Cyrus will definitely be strangled to death by Hermione, so I kept my mind on it

So I turned around and walked down the underground passage.

.........

Inside the principal's office

Just after the Sorting Hat sneezed, Dumbledore felt a little strange

"You still have a cold?"

"There is a slit in my nose! Maybe the dust has fallen into it." He twisted his body while speaking, "Can't you...can you clean it up for me!"

Professor Dumbledore, who had nothing to do, just sipped the lemon juice, feeling the coolness of sweet and sour, thinking about Lockhart,

He's going to ask Severus to investigate

After all, the other party, a professor who has been rumored to have experienced countless dark creatures, has behaved too badly these days.

Then I wrote and drew on a piece of paper, thinking about where Voldemort might escape after the last semester, but then gave up

Because ordinary people can't understand the thoughts of a lunatic, maybe Voldemort will randomly parasitize a small animal again, or try to murder some babies...

"Ah sneeze!!"

A chill came over his body, Dumbledore hurriedly put on the wool socks given by the two students last Christmas, feeling the warmth, he glanced at the iced lemon juice strangely

Maybe drinking cold drinks in autumn is not a good choice...

(I haven't had any good inspiration recently, and there have been fewer reminders, alas~)