The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Friday after finishing the morning classes.

Cyrus was about to go to the auditorium to meet Lord Hermione with his head down, but was called aside by Dumbledore who was passing by.

"I heard the movement last night, it seems very lively..." He said slowly beside Cyrus, "I have to say that Minerva and Felius have been active recently, and the castle has been updated once again"

"Oh, let's see it again." Dumbledore glanced at the young man quietly, paused before continuing, "I leave it to you, I don't have time yet..."

Dumbledore wasn't looking for an excuse to get out of the business this time, because he had heard some rumors from the Ministry of Magic from Arthur Weasley.

Since the last time Arthur heard the news of black magic alchemy from his son, he immediately got up and went to Malfoy Manor, but then the Malfoy family united with pure blood to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic.

Apparently, some people were not in a good mood with this kind of sweepstakes.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore's eyelids twitched. If it weren't for Fudge's compromise, Arthur might be able to dig out some people's feet.

"Isn't Professor McGonagall usually managing the school?" Cyrus said abruptly.

"Well, but this time it's not just about the school, as the head magician of the Wizengamot, there are too many things to deal with." He was also a little helpless

The Wizengamot is the high court and parliamentary organization in the British magic world. It was established earlier than the Ministry of Magic, so he has also heard about the small moves of some pure-blood families.

After all, they've been trying to get their hands in there.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it... how is your research on black arts going?" Dumbledore said flatly.

Dumbledore thought that Minerva was right, so this time he planned to guide the child correctly and slowly.

"Black magic? Professor Flitwick and I just stopped at attaching curse attributes to items." Cyrus shook his head slightly.

When the two passed the stairs from the corridor, Dumbledore did not choose to go up, as if he had forgotten that the entrance to his office was on the third floor.

"If you want to continue your research, I suggest you learn the Patronus Charm first. White magic can better help you resist changes in your will."

Dumbledore took out a pack of snacks from his pocket, looked at the updated armor around him, and suddenly frowned, his facial features crowded together.

The smell of booger... He almost spit out his morning meal.

"That's it... Anyway, if you don't understand, you must ask me, don't delve too deep alone... By the way, how much do you understand about love?"

Don't get me wrong, Dumbledore was just curious about his perception of 'love'.

"Love?" Cyrus threw a piece of mango-flavored beans into his mouth, thinking about the past of several teachers, "Probably as long as you are willing in your heart, no matter how much you pay, whether the other party is the whole group or single person..."

Gandalf traveled across Middle-earth for the sake of all life, but to carry an order or message;

Anakin and Obi-Wan can give their lives for the love in their hearts;

Master Gu Yi can do whatever it takes just for the safety of the earth, even if he restricts his inner freedom.

What about himself?Because of what Headmaster Dumbledore said, Cyrus couldn't help but have a figure in his heart.

"Sounds great..." Dumbledore was surprised by this, "It really exceeded my expectations"

The Touk spirit in Cyrus has always occupied most of his heart, great?Almost to Bilbo's level.

Some... ahem... some great bald master?Well, at least he can reach Anakin's level first.

"But you can take your time..." Dumbledore pulled his shoulders and pointed at the little wizard who was talking and laughing in front of him, "Look, you and little Hermione have already succeeded in half."

It is undeniable that Harry, who Dumbledore paid the most attention to, has slowly risen in grades, and even Snape has to ask some super-grade questions to pick out the thorns.

Cyrus and Hermione, these two little guys have already won the approval of Headmaster Dumbledore in some respects.

Hmm...except that it would be nice to have less extreme ideas.

"And... you and Miss Granger?"

"Huh?" Dumbledore's half-smile eyes and teasing made Cyrus want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"It's not a big deal...hahaha, sometimes it helps with white magic"

He smiled and took a multi-flavored bean out of Cyrus' stiff hand, and it turned out...this time it was slug-flavored!Forget it, it's better than booger smell.

"Professor, you are the strongest white wizard~" Cyrus launched a counterattack storm.

"Uh... well~ I had it when I was young." Dumbledore looked sloppy, "just like you"

"Cough...I want to learn from the professor's experience in white magic." He suppressed a smile and said cautiously.

"Next time, next time... Eh~ Miss Granger is already waiting for you at the door, so I'll go first."

Dumbledore turned around suddenly, turned and left with an embarrassed expression, he didn't expect that Cyrus' counterattack storm almost broke his defense.

Hermione, who was standing at the door, waited until the headmaster had left before dragging Cyrus in with small steps. She had too much to say.

.........

Shortly after Dumbledore returned to his office, the knocker on the Griffin's door was pulled.

"Minerva, when I finish writing this letter..." Dumbledore just raised his eyes in a hurry, "I have to go out in a few days, and the school will trouble you."

Professor McGonagall just responded coldly, and then began to report what happened last night.

"So what are you going to do with the Chamber of Secrets?"

"The Chamber of Secrets? I don't know the entrance." Dumbledore shrugged as he looked at Fawkes who was dying in the fire, "I am a pure Gryffindor."

However, Mag just looked at him seriously, just waiting for the other party's handling method.

"Oh, I need you to be more careful..." Dumbledore rolled up the letter and tied it to the owl's leg, "The school board and the Ministry of Magic are ready to move again."

"Do you need our help?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"No need, they don't dare to play tricks in front of me... But they have been paying attention to what happened in the school because of the secret room recently, and they want to take advantage of this to send someone to the school"

This is the strongest white wizard of this century. Although it scares some people, he is still imprisoned by some rules of the magic world.

Dumbledore's attitude towards Fudge is also tolerant, at least, there is no one more suitable for him now.

"Understood, I will strengthen the defense with Felius"

"Well." Dumbledore just nodded, and he suddenly said, "By the way, that Cyrus..."

But as soon as the words were spoken, Professor McGonagall stared at him sharply. She understood that this was an attempt to rob someone.

"Little Cyrus is with me, it's-good! Don't-need-worry-worry-" Her repeated warnings only made Dumbledore poke his mouth.

"What about Miss Granger?" Dumbledore still did not give up.

"Heh~ You can ask Felius for advice." McGonagall said lightly, "Of course, my suggestion is to pay more attention to Harry..."

Anyway, Felius couldn't compete with himself, but no matter what, it was better than being Dumbledore's heir.

(There is still a chapter in the code, it’s numb)