The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Hey, either it’s on the street, or a group of people are raising books. Yesterday’s reading was only [-], and today there are only [-] left...

Let’s take another look at the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday data╯︿╰)

In the cold basement, Cyrus was cleaning up all kinds of potion ingredients. In the magic world, among all kinds of weird potions, there are many that can be called real dead bones in terms of function.

Such as the Chinese biting kale that Cyrus is dicing, which is an important ingredient in Skeleton

"Be careful, this is not a place where brute force alone can solve anything"

Professor Snape satirized while taking the finished potion into the semi-vaulted office

Cyrus rolled his eyes, as Hermione said, if you don't care about his vicious tongue, which is slightly inferior to Big Shit, he is indeed a good professor.

"Okay, now go grind the caterpillars into juice, and cut up the mouse spleen..."

"Shrinking potion?" Cyrus passed the thing over, heard the ingredients needed, and recalled the content in the book

And Snape just squinted lightly, without raising his head, the other party's potion foundation was not bad in his eyes, and he didn't bother to talk to him after taking the materials

Regarding Cyrus, Snape is not quite the same as other people. The other party is not only talented, but also in some respects, he is exactly the same as Slytherin, no... even worse,

The bored Cyrus could only stand aside and watch Snape brew the potion

He didn't dare to move around, he might be scolded bloody again in the next second...

Snape added a drop of leech juice and fig peel into it, stirred slowly, and the color of the cauldron slowly turned to Persian blue, but arresting Cyrus was not just for punishment,

"Are you...are you proud now?"

"What? Professor, I didn't understand." The sudden question made him a little confused.

Although Snape was talking, there was no change in the dosage of the potion and the stirring speed, and the boiling mist in the cauldron began to fill the air.

A bitter smell began to emanate from the entire potions classroom.

"I said... you are satisfied with the situation of Slytherin now? Are you?" Snape grinned, the fire in his eyes was a little cold

He found that the situation of Slytherin College in Hogwarts has become a little more subtle since Christmas last semester.

If we say that before, it was only to maintain the balance of the four colleges on the surface, but since Cyrus and Hermione started, especially after experiencing the Quidditch fight, the other three colleges have almost written their hostility on their faces

The degree of exclusion can be counted: if the headmaster allows, they even want to jointly kick Slytherin out of Hogwarts.

"No matter what you are going to do, stop this dangerous thought, this is school!"

"I, didn't do anything" Cyrus just replied flatly and respectfully

But he really didn't do anything, just tore off the fig leaf on the surface; he was not hostile, but welcomed the few little snakes who joined recently.

Snape snorted coldly, and put the successfully brewed shrinking potion device into the potion bottle used to distinguish

If Malfoy hadn't written letters all night, he wouldn't have bothered to deal with such trifles,

It was just a waste of his time.

Just based on the phrase "Mudblood", if he wasn't the son of his old friend Lucius Malfoy, Draco would have been sentenced to death in Snape's mind

He was making the potion on Saturday morning when he suddenly received a message from Mag's patron saint, and he almost wasted the potion he was brewing.

"I don't care if you're pretending to be confused, Cyrus, the other professors will be sad if you lose your life because of your arrogance"

Snape stood in front of him and spoke the warning in the coldest tone that looked like a threat

"I will be careful" but Cyrus still received the professor's meaning

Snape didn't care about anything, even if Cyrus and Hermione, who gave Dumbledore a headache, really became the Dark Lord, he didn't care

But as a professor, he wouldn't let Lucius meddle in the school easily, he could still distinguish between private affairs and public affairs.

"Draco Malfoy?"

Cyrus turned and continued to fight the caterpillar, enduring the nausea,

"It's none of your business, it's an hour before your Flood's caterpillar hands can leave my tools"

While he was squeezing the leech juice and caterpillars with the pestle stick, Snape put his arms on the table, his eyes half closed, his right index finger slightly scratched his chin, and he tilted his head to look at Cyrus

It is undeniable that if the other party is a student of Slytherin, he may be as biased as other professors, what a pity...

If it wasn't for his own character, he would grab Cyrus by the collar and snarl, whether the boy meant it or not,

'Huh...same as Potter...'

Although Snape looked at his talent differently, when he thought of his character, he couldn't help but think of the past, the past that he hated and hated.

But it was a pity that it wasn't Harry Potter who caused trouble, but he really hoped that Potter would fall into his hands.

It was not until around 09:30 that Cyrus slowly left the cold and damp potion classroom,

Snape went back to the office next door, casually took out a piece of old paper, he was going to write a letter to Lucius, and sent some potions he made tonight

And of course, that black magic alchemist

This has nothing to do with Cyrus, Snape is just thinking about Lucius, if the other party gets angry and stretches his hand into the school to attract Dumbledore's attention,

Malfoy won't get any favors.

The underground corridor looks extraordinarily gloomy at night, and the swinging candles seem to be extinguished at any time

At this time, he heard a subtle sound coming from the bottom of his feet, and his sense of hearing, strengthened by the force of light, discovered it.

dungeon?No... not like... the life detected by the force slipped away from the bottom of his feet, and the location he felt was not the direction of the dungeon last semester, but another place

"There are so many secret rooms..." Cyrus scratched his head in distress,

Although he knew that there was something hidden at the bottom, he didn't know the entrance. Who knows, in Hogwarts, there may be a passage behind an inconspicuous statue you usually pass by

Not to mention those hidden secret doors, such as the Room of Requirement.

"Forget it, we still have class tomorrow morning"

Cyrus yawned and went upstairs to the spiral staircase at the door. When he passed the auditorium, some wizards who were still studying by themselves were joking.

"How was Snape's tutoring?"

Cyrus walked up to Justin and Ernie who were playing chess, and hid the cuffs stained with caterpillar viscera

"Yo? Let's play chess here? The astronomy homework due tomorrow is over."

"No, it's not waiting for you and Wayne...Queen, eat it" without knowing the danger is approaching

It wasn't until Cyrus wiped the green sticky cuff on his arm that Justin noticed that there was a touch of green on the black school robe.

"Snape rewarded me, now I'll give it to you...brother!" He patted his shoulder and quickly slipped aside

Ernie, who was on the opposite side, took advantage of Justin's crying and immediately put away the chess and cards he was about to lose, and said, "I'm going back to do my homework."

In the auditorium at night, there are still some scattered Slytherins, but most of them are first-years, and they are all playing with people from other houses

And Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are not hostile to these normal little snakes.

Two or three Slytherins mingled among a group of eagle badgers, chatting and laughing. At this time, they temporarily put aside the fight between the houses, and this was exactly what Cyrus hoped

His first phase with Hermione had been successful.

(Everyone who likes this book, how about helping me out and pushing the book shortage?

I'm afraid I'll starve to death next month, I don't have enough reading, the tomato will be reduced (recommended twt)