The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

When the days entered February, Cyrus was busy compiling spells and derived spells with Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, and they planned to submit articles to academic magazines in the magical world during the Easter holiday in April.

For example, the ancient lord Hogs and Wei Shandi are protected.

Originally, the spell of the Old Master Hogarth was for the mage to use the power of the Dimensional Demon God to transform the energy attack into other substances, and the Transfiguration just happened to meet this requirement.

This kind of spell/spell, it can be said that it just hit Professor McGonagall's heart, beautiful and practical.

Especially in the duel between Cyrus and Snape, the opponent's attack was transformed into a group of blue butterflies, which has already amazed many people in terms of energy transformation.

Well...except for Miss Hermione Granger.

She didn't say anything about it. After all, for Hermione, what Cyrus knew was equal to what she knew. She was learning to roll, and Cyrus would accompany her to roll.

And Weishandi's protection can also be said to be the Weishandi Iron Armor Curse. These two curses are derived from the Iron Armor Curse and Transformation Curse, but the knowledge points contained in them are mainly Transfiguration.

"Here's the Weather Charm you wanted, boy." Professor Flitwick slammed the pages of parchment into Cyrus' arms.

Weather spells are just a general term for a large class of spells, including but not limited to snowmaking spells, lightning spells, wind spells, etc...

And what Cyrus wants to obtain from it is the Wind Curse, which has been improved into the Wind of Vatum. The reason why he is keen on improving magic recently is not to improve his strength, but simply because he thinks that wizards have too much knowledge of magic spells. thin.

Although it is a few ideas, it is enough to make the professors excited.

"Little Cyrus... Where's Hermione? Why don't you see her coming?" Professor McGonagall asked while urging Felius to write.

"Uh... she went to practice" Cyrus thought for a moment, making an excuse.

In fact, Hermione has been obsessed with force meditation recently, she always runs to the edge of the black lake, sits there quietly, and establishes a deeper connection with the force.

And constantly practice the skills of the original force repeatedly.

This made Cyrus a little happy, but he didn't know that Hermione had learned the 'Force Lightning' quietly, and his original plan was to teach her the 'Force Judgment'.

"Seriously, are you really engaged?" Flitwick remembered the ring on his student's finger. "I thought only wizards would get engaged when they were young."

What the professor was talking about was something that only appeared in some wizarding families. By definition, it could be called a child relative, but more often it was a method used by ordinary families who wanted to become aristocrats.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a marriage, such as the current Malfoy family and the Parkinson family. If the latter want to get financial help, they must pay something.

Even if the price is Pansy Parkinson.

"No...no! I'm only 12!!"

"Twelve years old? In the wizarding world, some people even think it's a long time." Flitwick curled his lips, his white mustache curled up and down, a little disapprovingly.

"Of course not! People like you who have never experienced feelings should stop talking nonsense."

Seeing the slight blush on the boy's face, Professor McGonagall glared at Felius, but the smile at the corner of her mouth proved her attitude towards teasing.

"Yes, yes, I didn't, but you...huh, forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you"

"Cyrus~ You should take the initiative." Professor McGonagall changed the subject, and then turned the blame on the students, "You can't always let Hermione take the initiative, even if this girl has that kind of personality..."

Several people have been writing academic articles in the classroom, and chatting occasionally, although Cyrus has not heard about Professor McGonagall.

"Then...cough cough...then how to do it?"

Cyrus lowered his head, and his voice became a little weird and frustrating because of his patience.

"It's very simple, ask her out to play!" Professor Flitwick jumped onto the chair, as if preparing to give a speech, "Even though the wizarding world is small, you can still take her out for a while."

"It's a bit simple...but it's about the same meaning." Mag saw him raise his head suspiciously, covered his mouth and smiled secretly, "For example, Mrs. Puddife's teahouse"

"No~ It should be Honeydukes Candy Shop"

Professor Flitwick suddenly got into an argument with Professor McGonagall on some strange issues.

"Aren't those all from Hogsmeade?" Cyrus quickly stopped the two professors from arguing, and they got further and further away on strange issues.

"Good news, you usually have the opportunity to go when you are in the third grade"

"Remember, you must take the initiative..."

The gossip of the two professors made Cyrus nod in a daze. When did he experience this?

This feeling is like the ancient one who suddenly urged him to get married one day, and Anakin and Padmé dragged him to go on a blind date.

Flitwick signed his name at the end of the academic article, and then handed it to Professor McGonagall and Cyrus. He rubbed his little hands, and said falteringly:

"By the way... Although you came up with the idea, it's better to sign our names... After all, no one in the magic world would believe that a 12-year-old wizard created and improved magic "

To be precise, they were just guaranteeing Cyrus. Although they signed their names academically, it will be announced to the public that Cyrus alone will be responsible.

They are not young anymore, so there is no need to argue with students over this.

"I understand." Cyrus simply signed his name and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

"I'll sign for Pomona when the time comes. Don't worry, the three professors guarantee that the magic world will not recognize you."

In fact, Cyrus didn't care. The so-called fame and fortune had no effect on him. His temporary rise was also to make wizards develop better.

"By the way... You must be firm when practicing the weather spell. It's actually not very difficult, because it has no effect except to change the weather."

Before leaving, Professor Flitwick gave another lesson, and then followed McGonagall out of the Transfiguration classroom.

Changing the weather... This kind of spell, which can almost be called a miracle, is actually ignored by no one in the magic world? ?Cyrus couldn't help sighing.

It's true that white magic and black magic are on par, but the strongest daily spell is unstudied?

It's a pity, if he didn't have more reference materials, he might be able to pick out some time magic from the Restoration Curse.

But it wasn't until he opened the spell materials brought by Flitwick's classroom that he discovered that weather spells were mostly used to... create atmosphere?Such as heavy snow indoors, or rain in arid areas.

This is nature? !The energy of nature is sometimes scary, okay?

"Wind... Wind Curse, I found it." Cyrus followed the introduction bar after bar, scrolling down.

MeteolojinxRecanto~

A wisp of wind swirled around him, which felt a bit like the Whirlwind Curse, but the only difference between the two was that the Wind Whirl Curse could not be manipulated, while the Wind Curse could.

With enough energy output, he can even create a tornado.

But it's a pity that the attack methods in the magic world seem to be dominated by curses and poisonous curses, and white magic and everyday magic have not been excavated to the power they should have.

"Huh... It seems that not only the Wind of Vatum can be used as a template... It seems that the Thunder of Bossat can also..."

Cyrus flipped through the interpretation of the weather spell, and gave two "tsk"s in distress. On the last piece of parchment, there was even a practice instruction for the silent spell.

It must be that Professor Flitwick thought that Cyrus could further develop his skills.

He silently put away the piece of paper for the silent spell, and with a finger of his wand, the yellow parchment automatically folded into a thousand paper cranes and flew towards the edge of the black lake.

Cyrus still planned to apply the spell as a template to try it out.

After all, in theory, the wind of Valatu can even restrain Fiendfire of the same level.