The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On Saturday and Sunday, Cyrus and Hermione walked back and forth between the club, the common room and the Room of Requirement, Hermione checking for any missing files while Cyrus worked on the spell models.

Sometimes the two would still hold hands and go around the Black Lake.

In the eyes of the Eagle Badgers, the two of them seemed to have not changed much, except that they were not so close at the beginning of school, which was classified by Padma as 'just started school, and the two of them have not yet adapted'.

No, it's been nearly half a month, don't they hold hands every day now?

"I know! I saw them on the road during the summer vacation. They seem to have started living together. Both of them are buying snacks and musical instruments." This is an interview from an unnamed Muggle wizard.

Hermione finally got her own Divination class on Monday, and to Trelawney's surprise, she seemed to miss it at the beginning of the term.

But she still likes to stare at Hermione and yell: "Blood", "The surroundings are red", and even quietly complained, "You have so many descendants..."

This made Hermione's face as red as a high fever from the beginning of the get out of class, and she didn't even catch Lupine's statement that the next class would be a practical class in the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Cyrus seems to have got something again...

It didn't return to normal until Tuesday.

Tuesday morning was Eagle Badger's magical protection class, and Cyrus was also very excited, because this time he and Hermione could finally go to see magical creatures. The teacher of the class was still Hagrid, but the narrator was Newt.

I have to say that Mr. Newt is really good at explaining as a master of magical beasts.

Especially when the little wizards saw the Bowtruckle hanging from his collar and the Niffler in his pocket, it was like walking miniature Fantastic Beasts Park.

"I thought Hagrid's class was already bold enough..." Cyrus complained at the end of the line.

Hagrid's first class was to interact with hippogriffs, which was indeed dangerous, but to a certain extent, it could indeed make people interested in magical creatures in a short period of time.

But Professor Newt...

"Come this way, today we will observe Buckbeak's living habits." Newt shouted loudly in front, "We just lie on the edge of the bushes and don't disturb them."

Yes, that's right, even after many years, returning to the Forbidden Forest is as familiar as returning home.

Newt can't wait to convey his love for magical creatures to his current juniors and Ravenclaws. His mentality towards Cyrus and Hermione is completely different from the way he treats fans.

It can be said that Cyrus is simply his like-minded junior.

Hermione can assure you that if Newt and Cyrus were of the same age, they would definitely be very good friends.

"Who is that? Are there other people living in the Forbidden Forest?" Justin pointed to the village-like group over there. They thought only Hagrid would live here.

"The centaur tribe over there...Although they are very friendly to children (foals), I don't recommend disturbing them," Newt explained. "The centaurs are very unfriendly to humans, especially wizards..."

There are very few wizards who can be recognized by a centaur tribe. The only ones he knows are himself, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Cyrus and Hermione, and the latter is considered one in the eyes of the centaurs.

Hippogriffs will build their nests on the ground, so they will be in the grasslands near the river deep in the Forbidden Forest, which is also the upper reaches of the grasslands where Cyrus took Hermione to ride Smaug in the second year.

Except for the huge stones and hills, almost all of them are reeds and half-person-high weeds.

As they followed Newt along the stream and through the gravel through the Forbidden Forest, they heard a sound, as violent as a gale blowing from the north, and the tall branches above their heads groaned in the dry, hot wind.

It was Smaug, the centaur hordes behind the wizards blew their horns, and its wings outstretched in a swooping flight that blotted out the sun overhead.

"That's Smaug?!" Anthony, who was among the first to see it, shouted hesitantly.

"Well...yes, that's a Norwegian Ridgeback..." Newt helped a frightened little wizard, "Look, it has reached a magical symbiotic relationship with the centaur tribe "

"Is it tamed?"

"Taming? No, no, no, the fire dragon cannot be tamed." The professor said cheerfully, "It can only be regarded as mutual recognition with the centaur, and it is a friend with a certain wizard~"

Probably due to the good food, this Norwegian Ridgeback is much bigger than its own kind in the same age group.

When they came to the edge of the final plain, Newt stopped everyone, and Hagrid put down the big bag from his shoulders and distributed a small telescope to each student.

It was a lair for observing the Hippogriff in the distance.

"We are lucky, today is just the day when a batch of new lives are born." Cyrus blocked the sunlight to avoid reflections, and he looked at the lonely, large and fragile eggs in the nest.

"I like the bronze one." Hermione observed, lying on his back, as did Wayne and Fawcett.

"That's a pity..."

"What a pity? I rode them around in that world," Hermione retorted.

Although the hippogriff's winged body may seem odd, once the initial fear is overcome, you'll start admiring its shiny coat.

"But I like the one next to it..." Cyrus pointed to the one next to the girl's favorite, "...that blue-gray... goes well with the storm, if you can ride a hippocampus with wings Beasts play Quidditch."

"Not allowed!"

"why?"

Hermione pierced the opponent's little Jiujiu in an instant.

"Why can't we raise it?! It's not like we can't afford it." Cyrus held her tight leg with his left hand, "I've already raised dragons, and this one is not bad... right? My dear"

Not to mention that the hippogriff is only XXX level.

"It's because there are too many of them, so I won't let you raise them!"

Professor Newt Scamander, who was squatting by the side, overheard the conversation between the two of them. Hermione's words seemed to remind him of some unbearable past, which seemed a little painful.

Hagrid almost thought Professor Newt had a heart attack.

"You also like raising magical animals?" Newt squatted sneakily, and moved to Cyrus's side, "Ahem... are you interested in learning about the Fantastic Beasts Protection Association?"

Hermione was freaking out on his back.

"Of course I like it!!" Sure enough, as she expected, Cyrus' eyes lit up with hope again.

"Cough... don't worry, Miss Granger." Newt coughed a few times and whispered, "Actually, I also raised it for a while... Cyrus, are you interested in Thunderbird?"

As the saying goes, as long as you are a fan of magical creatures, there is no one who does not like thunderbirds.

Not to mention that Cyrus is also a wizard who is proficient in Transfiguration.

"My wand is the Thunderbird feather, of course I like it." Cyrus' interest was transferred to the Thunderbird by the professor, "But I haven't seen a Thunderbird so far, not even in the Forbidden Forest."

Because most ptarmigans live in Central America.

Newt looked around, and after making sure that Hagrid wasn't looking this way, he said, "If you want, you can come to me this week."

"Is Friday okay?"

"no problem"

"Why do you have to be on Friday?" said Hermione, "We only have one class on Wednesday afternoon"

"Because it's your birthday"

Is it really enviable to see some strange and magical creatures on your birthday?