The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Snape's mood became worse and worse as the number of school days increased. Although Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff didn't care, the Gryffindor lions kept their eyes on Snape.

But in Potions class on Friday, it was inevitable that Kitty and Badger would feel what the lions called 'venom'.

"How many times do I have to say, Master Wayne, the caterpillar needs to be sliced!" The old bat spread its wings and flew around the classroom. into juice!"

Another potions class is Gryffindor and Slytherin, where Harry and Longbottom are the ones who can enjoy this kind of treatment every day.

And here, it was Wayne and Cyrus' turn.

"Well... it's just passable." Then Professor Snape walked behind Cyrus as usual, "The shrinking potion is not bright enough! Let me guess, your leech juice is too much long time!"

He pointed to the small bottle that was opened on the table. The cork on the top was not sealed. It seemed that even if he wanted to be perfect, he still needed to isolate the contact between the leech juice and the air.

"Professor, why isn't it written in the book?" Cyrus was a little displeased, "If you know that oxygen will cause slight loss in contact with certain materials, you should update the textbook..."

"..."

Snape, who was about to leave triumphantly, stopped, and said coldly:

"Mr. Cyrus, as a master of potions, although I am rich enough to wear new clothes every day, it doesn't mean I can buy a magazine company..."

When Cyrus spoke in an almost questioning tone, everyone held their breath, but Professor Snape's attitude was beyond their expectations.

To be honest, they thought the old bat would keep spraying some 'venom' and then...

"Ten points off Hufflepuff~"

Sure enough, Snape still deducted points, they still thought things too simply, Snape looked down at all the wizards from his hooked nose, and he smiled ironically.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Mr. Cyrus gave you ten points in exchange for knowledge, do you still need me to help you write one by one in the book? Maybe Ravenclaw also wants to deduct points..."

Hermione, who wanted to say something, shut her mouth rationally after seeing Snape's malicious eyes.

"So the news that I exchanged ten points is not a loss?" Cyrus snatched the potion from Snape's hand with a sulky face, and whispered to Hermione, "At least we finally know why the professor doesn't update the textbook content."

"It's not too bad... at least we now know the steps"

What age is it, and you still use the handwritten copy of the book?Print it with ink! !

What Professor Snape said at least told the two of them: If you want to start a new stove, you don't have to think about it in the wizarding world. There are no resources that are not monopolized.

However, it is not difficult for Cyrus to print. He intends to write a letter to the publishing house, disguising the content of the potion as 'the supplementary content of the novel's world view'.

"We can first put the printed updated textbooks in the club" cheap enough to get to everyone.

“Very good~”

After Hermione handed over the perfect potion bottle to Professor Snape, she secretly added a new plan to the next page of the notebook.

The shrinking potion contained in the transparent potion bottle exudes a bright and dazzling grass green, and even Snape couldn't pick out any thorns, so he put Hermione's potion on the display case on the classroom wall.

"Mr. Cyrus...I think you can stop writing about the research on 'forbidden potions'"

"why?"

But Snape ignored him, turned to Hermione and said, "Miss Granger, I'm sure Cyrus will be happy to accommodate your practice requirements... For example, if you are doing "Compound Taboo Potions and Animagus "content"

Apparently, Snape was taunting Cyrus in a different way: you're like a guinea pig.

"Of course...I'm sure he'll be happy, Professor, if it goes that far." Hermione covered her mouth and smirked.

All Friday, because of Snape alone, Cyrus was a little bit better until the last history of magic, but Professor Binns hasn't added anything new recently.

Starting from the third grade, Professor Binns' teaching to everyone is nothing more than sorting out and supplementing the previous knowledge points and exam content.

Because the history of the wizarding world went back and forth, it would not be too long to talk about that little thing, especially recently Binns was obsessed with the modern history of Muggles, which made him even more silent in class.

In the history of magic class, almost the professor, Cyrus and Hermione read books in front, and other wizards read or slept below.

"I have to say that magic can indeed shorten labor time and increase productivity..." Binns was still thinking about the ideal world constructed in the book before get out of class was over, "Cyrus, Muggles are greater than wizards imagined."

Professor Binns' voice was not loud, but it was enough for the two of them to hear.

"My President, happy birthday~" After class, Cyrus and Hermione walked towards Hagrid's hut along the Black Lake.

Hermione felt that there was an extra metal object where the two were holding hands. It was not big, just in the palm of her hand. She felt that it was about the length of two knuckles. She retracted her hand and opened it.

"what is this?"

It was an ornament, with a hollow in the middle and geraniums on the outside, as if Cyrus was commemorating their chance meeting.

"Hair accessories..." Cyrus pointed to the braids next to his ears, "to commemorate the days when you practiced the Force."

"Then you go." She handed back the hollowed-out hair ornament, stopped and turned her head slightly. Cyrus might be happy to see her slightly red ears.

“Her-my-own“

He whispered the name, carefully straightened a small strand of curly hair near her left ear, braided it into a simple braid, and secured it with two hair accessories.

The golden decoration hung on the inside of her curly hair, but the pale golden light emanating from it could still be seen from the front, perhaps because his technique was too skillful, Hermione didn't feel any discomfort.

Originally, she was worried that Cyrus would clumsily tear off some of her hair.

Hermione's name is full of love for Cyrus, 'Her-my-own' translates to 'she is mine', no wonder only the Grangers and Cyrus would call it that.

"So?" Cyrus gently shook the same braid with his fingers a few times.

"Very nice!" Hermione put her hand into her pocket, deliberately making the hard candy make some noise, "I like your gift very much, do you need any rewards?"

"Ahem..." His gaze rested on Hermione's lips for a moment.

But Hermione just peeled off a candy, covered the color with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. She said, "Hmm...not bad? Better than strawberry...do you want to try it?"

She seemed to invite Cyrus, and made a show of generosity.

"What do you like besides strawberry flavor..." Cyrus and Hermione hid behind a thick tree, the girl fastened her pockets again, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"As soon as you want...it's melting" She finally had more than just red ears, but Cyrus couldn't see each other's entire face because their noses touched.

Hmm...orange flavor~

What was fed into his mouth together with the candy, and the sugar water that had already melted?

This is the first time Cyrus has eaten imported sugar, and he will never forget the citrus smell, the leaves are blown by the evening wind, the leaves are ragged, and they keep spinning...

For a moment, he thought his ears were ringing, because Cyrus couldn't hear the group of wizards fighting on the lawn, and the glow on the other side of the black lake was like a disco glare light ball at midnight, and both of them were temporarily fascinated.

Until Hermione looked away.

"Let's go... There is still an invitation from Mr. Newt today"

Her steps were flustered and hurried, maybe it was because Cyrus' lung capacity was almost trained by her?

Hermione was a little annoyed for a moment, maybe she wanted to improve herself.