The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Professor Lupine never dreamed that he would be so popular.

He was different from the last one named Lockhart. Lupine's Defense Against the Dark Arts class suddenly became the favorite class of most people, and now Lupine was not at all shabby at first.

Confidence... This is the most intuitive change that can be seen from the professor now.

This may have something to do with his way of teaching, because Lupine always prepares all kinds of dark creatures in advance, such as red hats that like to lurk where blood has been spilled; and what Muggles call 'water monkeys' kaba.

"This is Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If you just read books, you won't learn much." He taught the students while using various dispelling spells in actual combat.

Worst of all was Neville, because his boggart turned into Snape in granny clothes, so this resulted in Neville absorbing tons of damage in potions class in Gryffindor.

But Harry needs to thank Neville, ah... and his poor Rifle.

The toad named Rifle was surprisingly resistant to medicines, and Harry found it surprising enough that it could always survive Snape's Potions class.

"How can you be so bad? Junior... You are wrong, Wenrou Township is a tomb of heroes." In the club on the eighth floor, senior Cedric spoke to Cyrus in a heartbroken voice.

Because Cyrus had already skipped two Quidditch practice sessions.

"How did you talk?" Hermione raised her head, her eyes widened. She was with her, as well as the Ravenclaw witches, and they all looked at Cedric angrily.

"I mean... no matter how busy Cyrus is, he still needs to train. This year's Quidditch Championship is hard to win."

Cedric swallowed his throat, glanced at an Asian girl in the corner of the classroom, his tone suddenly calmed down, and greeted the Ravenclaw kittens.

"Hey! Jordan!!" George stopped playing and put down the Star Destroyer in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Lee Jordan, who was watching the rookies pecking each other, was a little puzzled.

"I came up with a good idea, why don't you come to advertise this year's Quidditch match?" George was full of excitement, "Otherwise, it's useless to just put up the notice...the day when the Quidditch match happened to be the most crowded."

The bulletin board is hardly read unless there is a major event: a new course or a new professor is added.

"Brilliant idea, brother!" Fred took out a few fireworks from nowhere, "I have all the fireworks ready...don't rush to refuse, five silver Sickles!"

Silver Sickle?Is he, Lee Jordan, that kind of person?

"Dean McGonagall will kill me..." He had some resentment.

"Ten silver Sickles!!"

"Cough... I really don't care, but really, the dean will not be happy... But it's okay to just say a few words." Jordan agreed in an 'unhappy' way, "Hey! They are all brothers! Just a favor..."

He doesn't like studying very much, and he joined the club only because of the Weasley twins, and Harry and Cyrus, the two Quidditch supernovas.

"Do you have a plan?"

Hermione, who was sitting on a high place, intentionally or unintentionally handed over a notice sheet, which was about the end of October, the Hogsmeade weekend visit list and the introduction of the village on the eve of Halloween.

"Me? I don't have a plan... After all, I'm with you." Cyrus seemed to be more skilled at grasping Hermione's mood, "Didn't you say you wanted to buy some new clothes?"

"Hmm~" Hermione lifted up the hem of the long skirt a little while the others were not paying attention, revealing the stockings on her calf.

Cyrus turned his head and continued writing "Histories of Magical Legends" seemingly casually, but he was just scribbling on a blank sheet of paper because his mind had wandered away.

"I heard that Luna said that it snows every day in Hogsmeade"

"I will...buy some wool socks later~"

The weather outside was getting colder, and people hardly wandered around the castle on weekends. They used to huddle together to chat and play, and the study club was obviously a good place.

This classroom is bigger than imagined, maybe it has been cast with a space expansion spell.

And his and Hermione's club has been around for more than two years now, and the decoration inside has also been enriched. They are not as carefully decorated as Malfoy, and everything is decorated by the members themselves.

The tall bookshelves and moving wooden ladders on both sides of the wall are credited to Ravenclaw, and those interesting trinkets and various specimens were brought by Little Badger; Gryffindor replaced the old tables and chairs with new ones. ;

Most of the magic books and notes in the bookshelves, as well as the decorative swords and knight shield axes hanging on the walls, were snatched by some little snakes from their lounge.

"It's over! It's over!!" Harry who came in threw the Hogsmeade application form to the Weasley twins.

"Discovered by Professor McGonagall? It shouldn't be..." The two of them turned over the scroll, "The handwriting we imitated cannot be seen with magic alone."

"It's not that you can't see it! The dean said that I will ask my uncle to send a letter to confirm, hell!"

Harry is a little discouraged, forget it...Even so, he should stay in school honestly and forget it, maybe he can learn some new spells from Professor Lupine...

'Black...Black...' Harry hated the man even more, 'I don't even know him'

"Actually, there's nothing there," Percy said seriously, straightening his back, "just a spice and joke shop and a nice candy store... Ah, and the Shrieking Shack and the Pig's Head Bar"

Harry turned his chair around, he didn't even want to see Percy now.

"Don't worry, I won't miss Hogsmeade." Colin wiped the lens of the camera and carefully blew the dust, "It's a pity... If I can go, the ticket will earn at least one galleon."

Of course it wasn't a sneak shot, Colin could justly ask Cyrus and Hermione if they wanted to take a photo together.

For the remaining month or so, Cyrus devoted all his energies to Quidditch training and the history of magic taught by Binns, while Hermione was also sorting out various potion notes.

However, Harry unexpectedly played with Lupine. When he and Cyrus chatted on the court, he would always describe it like this: "I don't know why, but he has an inexplicable...kindness to me."

Until the end of October, the weekend that the wizards were looking forward to finally ushered in. There was another visit for this visit at the end of the first half of the semester. The two came to the hall after a hasty lunch in the early morning.

With the mouse in his arms, Ron said goodbye to Harry excitedly, while Neville said he was going to the Screaming Shack to practice his courage.

"All line up!" The administrator, Filch, looked at the faces of each student vigilantly, and said in an extremely irritable tone, "Malfoy! Is your father here again? If not, get out of the line!"

He yelled petulantly at Draco who wanted to jump in line, Filch didn't care if his father was a trustee.

"Squib...Potter~ You're as timid as Filch! Don't dare pass those dementors, huh?"

'Filch's timid...you mean his second grader who dared to carry the oil lamp alone, dragging the chains and yelling to hang the murderer? ' Harry retorted weakly in his heart.

When the line came to Cyrus, Filch's attitude obviously improved, and Mrs. Norris in his arms also turned her head to look at him.

"Well...yes, you go directly...the Miss Granger behind is too." He tried his best not to make himself appear small in the wizard, and said in a flat tone, "The most eye-catching one on the list is yours." name"

"Thank you~"

There was a dementor standing on both sides of the main entrance of Hogwarts. They restrained their greed, and every little wizard couldn't help shivering when they passed by.

Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card, the thatched cottages and shops were covered with fresh snow, the doors were hung with holly wreaths, and the light from those doors and windows looked like Candles in the snow.

"Where do we go first? Is it Fuga Clothing or Devis-Bance's Magic Store?"

Hermione was wearing thick clothes today. The thick scarf and Cyrus looked like a pair. She was wrapped in a dark brown windbreaker, and she was wearing women's snow boots, with a circle of plush around the shoe for decoration.

Without gloves, she stuffed her hands into Cyrus' pockets.

"Uh...Can you go shopping first?" Cyrus also stuffed his hands in, and his hands were mixed together.

"Then let's go to the clothing store first. It is said that it is a Parisian clothing design."

(Publish two chapters first, and then write another chapter. I wrote this street novel just for this candy)