The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Severus Snape, one of the few masters of potions today, was also a black magic genius in Professor Quirrell's memory when he was a student.

"How long do you think little Cyrus can last?" Professor Flitwick approached McGonagall, "Hermione can go fifty rounds with me..."

Among these more than 50 rounds, in the end, it was because the wizard was young and had little magic power in his body.

"It depends... If the traditional wizard duel is followed, he should last longer." Professor McGonagall crossed his hands and leaned against the stone wall.

"Then what if it's Granger and little Cyrus?" Sprout asked curiously.

"It's comparable... Cyrus is better in terms of skills alone, but Hermione is better in terms of experience..."

Professor Flitwick glanced at Lockhart in disgust, then sighed again, his hands behind his back trembling, he could only turn his gaze to the stage again.

Malfoy looked at Cyrus gloatingly, wishing that Dean Snape would tear him apart; Harry and Ron only hoped that Cyrus would not lose too badly.

caveinimicum (fall enemy trap)! langlock (tongue lock throat)

Snape took the lead in the attack, and the invisible barrier enveloped him, followed by a flash of yellow light, and the Locktongue Charm was fired from the open space without a single sound.

As expected of the Headmaster of Slytherin, his attacks are like poisonous snakes hidden in the dark, concealed, quick and directly hit the weak point.

It seemed that Snape wanted to exploit his opponent's weakness in not being able to use silent spells.

But Cyrus raised his wand, and the attacks were scattered into straw-colored little butterflies. Professor McGonagall smiled gratifiedly with her lips pursed.

After they began to focus on the transformation of energy by Transfiguration, this is the 'Old Lord Hogarth' that Cyrus created based on the template.

Yellow butterflies flew above everyone's heads, and one of them landed on Hermione's outstretched fingertips. The energy structure made its body translucent, and finally gradually disappeared due to the dissipation of energy.

Snape stared at the butterflies filled with his magic power in the enchantment, and was stunned for a while, and this gave Cyrus time to arrange the venue.

"I will use a little unconventional magic..." Cyrus grabbed a handful of stone chess from his pocket and threw it on the ground, "I hope the professor doesn't mind."

He drew a circle with the aspen wand, and the chaotic magic power became alive through the thunderbird's feathers, and the stone chess trembled slightly.

"Bones to pieces!" Snape's Shattering Curse hit Cyrus' target, and immediately cast an Iron Armor Curse on himself.

It took a certain amount of force for Cyrus to deflect the energy, the curse smashed a corner of the stage, and Lime hit Malfoy in the face who was watching from a close distance.

"You really taught him?!"

Dean Sprout looked at the rapidly growing stone soldier, turned around abruptly and knocked Lockhart staggering beside him.

"Uh-huh~" Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tightly, secretly laughing hard in his heart.

Fall apart!Disarm you! ! (silent)

The professor stopped maintaining the invisible barrier and instead attacked the Stormtroopers standing in front, but the quick counterattack was blocked by the prepared Iron Armor Curse.

The enchantment unfolded, and the eight-member team of the 501st Legion stood up straight with their iron spears in their arms. Their snow-white, neat figures and silver-white cloaks stood on the stage so solemnly and solemnly.

"Soldiers...attack!!"

"It seems that you have learned a lot from Professor McGonagall." Snape unhurriedly used a powerful blasting spell to scatter one of them.

Ron seemed to have thought of something, looked down at the chess box he was holding, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

"Professor, Quirinus said that you are a genius of black magic..." Cyrus dodged the disarming spell from the opponent through the gap.

"..."

Snape jumped aside, stared at Cyrus coldly, hesitated for a moment, then looked around at the students again.

Harry didn't know how Cyrus persisted under the eyes of the other party. If it was him, he might have run down by rolling and crawling.

The energy builds protection in the joints and other important parts, and then the flame emerges from the tip of the staff and takes shape. The runes carved by Hermione on the necklace make the flame gradually heat up until it turns blue.

The energies of the Cutting Curse and the Iron Armor Curse are attached to it according to his will.

Appeared!Cyrus' unique starting gesture.

"I'm not blind, don't shake it~" Harry helplessly shook off Neville's excited arm.

"Heh~ I can only guarantee that I won't kill you." Snape bared his teeth, and flung back the pitch-black robe.

Now that Cyrus said it himself, he is not impolite...

levicorpus (Fuchsia Silent)

The three stormtroopers floated up and were hung upside down from the ceiling by Snape, but they still threw the spears in their hands from above, hitting the Iron Armor Charm with a crisp "ding" sound.

The remaining five storm troopers stood in a row, protecting Cyrus who was holding a blue lightsaber, and charged with their spears tilted.

Cyrus easily held a sword flower, feeling the passion from the aspen, as if it was born for change and duel.

The scene at this time almost made him dream back to the Clone Wars.

"It's a pity, you should have gone to Gryffindor in the first place." Snape sarcastically defeated the offensive in front of him, his steps were steady yet agile.

Dean Sprout immediately put on a straight face, which scared Lockhart into the eagle pile.

At first, I thought that Snape would finish those resurrection potions and give him the rest of the mandrake, but now...it's gone!

"Isn't it enough to win a duel?"

Cyrus leaped out and burned a part of Snape's robe with his jump and slash. The professor just used the Flying Curse to summon a few objects with a sullen face, and transformed them into iron chains, entangled the two stormtroopers tightly .

Finally, an upside-down golden hook hangs it on the hanging lamp on the ceiling.

shrinkingcharm (shrink quickly · silent)

Strong and thick magic covered Cyrus' mark, shrinking the remaining one into a miniature chess piece.

"serpensortia (black snake out of hole)!"

The tip of Snape's wand suddenly exploded, and a cloud of olive green mist filled the entire venue, and the wizards below could hear the 'hissing' sound inside.

It has to be said that the real Snape was so oppressive that Harold below could only smile stiffly, and Gryffindor also took a deep breath.

Professor Snape is indeed a black magic genius.

And Hermione looked at her little angel carefully, she wanted to see the other's footwork and countermeasures.

Cyrus waved his lightsaber, as if telling others that this direction is impassable.

Professor McGonagall blocked the spells deflected by Cyrus, and a strange scene was formed:

The fog on the stage gradually dissipated, and Cyrus used the Iron Armor Curse and the original force to reflect attacks, while flexibly slashing left and right, and chopped the black snake into eight pieces;

Under the protection of Flitwick and Mag, the audience in the audience dispersed the energy of the attack into various decorations, such as floating dandelions and butterfly springs.

sectumsempra (Shenfeng Wuying Silent)

Cyrus only heard a piercing sound, passing by his cheek, faster than his reaction, and the invisible blade cut off his hair.

The rescued stormtroopers on the scene also became a pile of useless fragments.

"You, very good." Snape moved his head slightly, he could smell the stench of burnt hair in his ears.

Originally, Cyrus braved the opponent's countless attacks and finally cut through the professor's armor protection, but he was suddenly slow.

"It's best not to let go in a duel." Snape's lips parted slightly, his voice was so small that only the two of them could hear, "Cyrus..."

"But it's not a duel, is it, Professor?"

Cyrus released the lightsaber, stretched out his hand, and the Stormtrooper shrank back and flew back into his hand.

Snape briskly slid away on the stage, glanced at Draco, who thought Cyrus had lost, his eyes twitched, he thought for a long time and finally turned into a sigh.

It seemed that Cyrus was almost beheaded by himself, but only he knew that Shenfeng Wuying had been dodged several times before, and it didn't make sense that he couldn't dodge in the end.

He stood back in front of Slytherin, looking at Cyrus who stepped off the stage to enjoy the applause and cheers, his eyes were deep.

"Whoa! Cyrus, you were able to fight the old bat!" Wayne put his arms around his shoulders, "Don't you have to do homework in the future?"

"No way...Snape is still very strong." Cyrus knew well that the professor's strength was not fully displayed, except for the spell like the wind blade.

"If you can tie with the professor who released the water, you can have fun secretly!" Hermione raised her head, the corners of her mouth raised in contrast to her words.

It seems that her little angel is still good!It's a pity that Professor Snape didn't match her with a comparable opponent.

"That...is what brought stone chess back to life?" Ron screamed excitedly from behind, and he remembered the chess game in the first grade.

"Want to learn? Ask Professor McGonagall." Hermione pulled him to the other side, "Stop shouting, let Cyrus rest for a while"

"Take a break~" Mandy smirked, and made a high-pitched voice over there, with a strange voice, "Let's go, let's go~ Don't disturb the Queen's condolence time~"

Professor McGonagall...Professor McGonagall! !

Lockhart looked at Dean Mao Mao who was surrounded by wizards, with some envy in his eyes.

"Hmph~ forget it, I have little Hermione is enough." Flitwick squeezed out of the crowd irritably, and walked out of the auditorium.

"Everyone! Thanks to Professor Snape and Cyrus for their performance, let's practice in groups now!" Lockhart's loud voice pulled back some people.

"Just... just like that, Harry and Malfoy, Longbottom for another... just... Justin!"

Hermione unbuttoned her wizard robe and glanced to her side, covering the arms of the two of them. She held Cyrus' palm instead, and her calf swayed rhythmically.

The two watched the upcoming four-person battle.