The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On Saturday night, everyone got together after dinner as usual. The weekend is really boring.

"Hold the sword flat...it's best to rely on inertia when swinging." Cyrus instructed Neville to practice the beheading sword.

The tables in the club were moved to the wall. After Black entered the school, many wizards became excited. They couldn't wait to try the curses they had learned.

Therefore, Cyrus and Hermione also simply started dueling teaching, focusing on the eagle claw court in the club, while the first and second year wizards watched from the sidelines.

Harry practiced duels mainly based on disarming spells, Neville was the swordsmanship of European medieval knights, and Ron mainly practiced transformation spells and activation spells...

Although the foundation of Ron's spell is not solid, he loves his game of war chess, coupled with the encouragement of his friends, so he gritted his teeth and persisted. Ron just wanted to move himself closer to his brothers.

"Harry, don't worry." Justin propped his face, looked at the herbal knowledge in front of him and said, "Black? How many masters does he have?!"

good!Black is just alone, so he wants to touch one of the sponsors in the Hermione Club?First of all, ask Wayne whether the Colt revolver in his hand agrees, and then they.

Cyrus promised that Professor Dumbledore would protect Harry, but that didn't mean he had to follow Harry himself.

At Hogwarts, Harry had his own friends, and what Cyrus and Hermione did was try to make everyone as good as possible.

"Banban! Bite it..." Ron commanded two human cavalry pawns with a revitalizing spell, surrounding the mouse.

But Banban the mouse could only huddle in a ball and shiver, and sometimes would be poked in the ass by the spear point of the stone chess, and it would immediately bounce up and stare at Ron.

But Ron doesn't seem to care about how it feels, after all...the 'Total War' match held by Cyrus is about to begin.

By then, Ron would be able to switch to an owl, and instead of phoning and leaking during the summer and being yelled at by the Vernon Dursleys, he could send letters with his own owl.

The Weasleys had only one owl, and that was the only one his parents needed to send letters to Bill and Charlie.

"Have you finished your potion homework?" Wayne slipped to a Ravenclaw girl.

"You want to copy my homework again? Be careful Professor Snape..." Fawcett lowered his head and shyly shoved against the wall.

Word of Wayne's liking for Fawcett had long been heard in Hufflepuff, and in return the badgers gave the melon to Ravenclaw for free.

According to his roommates Justin and Cyrus, Wayne would always sit by the bed at night, laughing silly at the greeting cards Fawcett gave him, and Fawcett also liked listening to Wayne talk about Muggles. matter.

Speaking of it, the relationship between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff is a bit mysterious. Although they are both Buddhist, their secret competition is like that of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

But apart from competition, eagle badgers also look at each other like enemies...

Then something even more miraculous happened. This kind of enemy relationship between the colleges made the relationship between the two parties more subtle. The couple who fell in love with each other accounted for more than half of the Hogwarts couples.

The known ones are Cyrus and Hermione, Wayne and Fawcett, etc., and the unknown ones are Cedric and Cho Chang.

"This is how the Disarming Charm works..." Hermione was teaching Harry, and suddenly cast a spell at Cyrus.

"Hey...you almost hit me." Cyrus didn't turn his head, just tilted his head to avoid Hermione's disarming spell, and he said sadly, "You don't need to face me when you demonstrate, right? "

"It's a trust shot... darling"

"If I make a mistake, I won't be able to go to Quidditch practice tonight"

Cedric, who was playing the newly bought 'Goat Cavalry' stone chess in the corner, shivered. He smiled at Hermione and said, "Don't worry, just take a breath, as long as you can ride a broom "

"Did you hear that? It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, I'll be with you in the infirmary." Hermione winked at Cyrus.

Cyrus: Next time I will definitely not hide.

"That would be great, if Cyrus can't train, then there is a high probability that this time the Champions Cup will be ours." Harry shrugged, and the Disarming Charm was now extremely easy in his hands.

Harry could guarantee that if Malfoy challenged him to a duel, he would be the first to surrender the opponent's wand, and then smash his face with his fist.

And that Sirius Black who came to find him... Harry rubbed his hands excitedly.

Professor McGonagall stayed in her office, looking at the Quidditch pitch faintly visible in the light rain outside the window. Her eyes revealed concern. The professor didn't want Harry to go out at first.

But thinking about it, Cyrus also seemed to often train with Harry in the evenings, so he didn't care.

After finishing the teaching, Hermione wrapped the scarf around Cyrus' neck. This Saturday evening training was the last training, and she couldn't go with her.

Because she was reading the interpretation of werewolf potion recently.

"But I'm in the Ravenclaw lounge." Hermione stood in the dark of the courtyard, tiptoed and tapped his side face with her lips, "If you haven't curfew after training"

"It's okay...tomorrow is Sunday, don't forget"

Hermione couldn't see the expression on his face, but the warmth from his lips couldn't fool her.

"Then go! The Red Baron!!"

"Yes~ your ace pilot, apply to fight..."

When Cyrus rushed to the Quidditch pitch, changed his clothes, and started to sweep the Seven Stars, Cedric told him some bad news. This year's game was Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor.

This annoyed both Wood and Cedric at the same time.

"That little bastard, Malfoy, insisted that he was scared in Hagrid's first Magical Creature Protection class," Cedric said through gritted teeth.

There were only Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors in the entire stadium. Because lions bite poisonous snakes, the two teams didn't shy away from anything during training, but they didn't expect Malfoy to do a bad job this year.

"It's clear to them! This weather is not good for them . . . that group of--s--" Wood growled bitterly.

"Oh~ my heart can't bear the shock...that claw is just so far away from my arm and head" Cad Vallard squeezed his throat and said like Malfoy, "Marcus, I'm Seeker..."

But Cyrus didn't care, he wanted to see Draco Malfoy's ball-finding skills instead.

"Malfoy is a rookie!" Harry said disdainfully, "that's all he can do...I think he's afraid of flying in this kind of weather..."

The weather after the end of October was very bad, with drizzle nearly half the time of the week and violent storms for the remaining half.

"What should we do? Almost all of our tactics are trained in the same way as dealing with Slytherin..." Wood was so angry that his eyes bulged a little, "Cedric, what do you say?"

"Me? I have a bit of a confrontational approach to every team." Sedley suddenly calmed down, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Wood: Then why were you acting so angry just now? ?

Cedric: I just cooperate with you and don't embarrass you too much.

Okay, now the Hufflepuff team is no longer impatient, they are training as scheduled, and the pressure is naturally given to the Gryffindor team, Wood is already jumping in a hurry.

"It's unbelievable that such an excuse can be accepted," Fred complained impatiently.

"Then what should we do? Malfoy played too well." Harry recalled Draco who had just come out of the infirmary, "Plus Madam Pomfrey also said to let Malfoy's stupid snake rest for a while. ..”

The explanation given by Malfoy is so invincible, he thinks that he has been traumatized psychologically...

Not even proof is needed.

.........

"Have you heard? Wizard Chess also has a similar total war..."

In Tom's Leaky Cauldron, many people bought a set of stone chess pieces with five silver Sigrams. They manually painted the chess pieces with their favorite colors, and went to the bar to play a few games after get off work every day.

If you have some spare money, order a plate of fennel beans (broad beans) and a glass of butter beer, and four to six people gather around a chessboard.

"What are you talking about... wizard war?" The wizard opposite him manipulated the army of half-orcs, riding northward on the wolf, "I'm not interested, and it's too expensive..."

The man pouted, it wasn't that he was cursing, the price of a small stack of 'Wizard Wars' ranged from twelve to seventeen silver Sickles (one Galleon), which was enough for him to buy two sets of stone chess.

Gold Galleons had a strong purchasing power in the wizarding world, and the wages of low-level wizards generally did not exceed six Galleons.

What's the point?The point is that Cyrus' "Total War" is updated in real time, and a new unit will be released every two months or so. The gameplay also needs to rely on the player's strategic awareness.

Not to mention that in addition to "Middle Earth", there is also a "Star Wars" teaser poster recently, which is pasted at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

However, the updates of Hogwarts and wizarding society are inconsistent, because Cyrus and Hermione are still students, and the latter will always be two minor versions later than the former in terms of 'version'.

"I'll try to buy one then." Another person touched the remaining money in his pocket, "Wizard's Stone Chess? I'm curious about how to play it..."

"Sorry, I'm a loyal Total War fan, you heretic!"

"To put it bluntly, the fact is that the price is too different from the preview." The loyal fan shook his head, "I think the 'Wizard War' is no different from Wizard Chess, except that it will set off sparks."

"It's not a big problem. After Christmas, I'll buy a set and test the poison for everyone."

Old Tom took a chair and sat on the bar counter, wiping the glass, as if as long as the glass was not spotless, he would not stop. Tom looked at his bar full of people, and died of joy in his heart.

Regardless of whether those people came here to drink or not, but as the only tavern that offered public battles, he was already making money.

As long as I sit here and play, I will order a butterbeer more or less.

"Good daughter, it's not in vain..." Tom the bartender sighed.