The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Before the start of the Quidditch match, they lost a teacher - Professor Remus Lupine.

"What? Wayne...surprised to see me?" Snape spoke calmly, as if the other party's life would be in danger in the next second, "He's not feeling well, so I'll take over..."

"Now... turn the book to page 394... Heh ~ a professor's book is as clean as new, maybe it can sell for a good price in the second-hand market"

Snape spread out the textbook, put it on the table, and casually flipped through the pages with his fingers. He acted very disgusted, as if the ink on the book was printed with black poison.

Throughout the class, Snape talked about the difference between werewolves and wolves, including identifying and killing werewolves.

"Mr. Cyrus, I can't guarantee whether your eyes can distinguish werewolves." Snape threw Lupine's book aside, his face was a little grim, "I hope there won't be a second 'Fenrir incident. '..."

The professor was referring to Fenrir dressing up as a beggar to escape the Ministry of Magic's pursuit and registration.

Because of the negligence of those workers and the stereotype of Muggles, Fenrir pretended to be successful and killed two Muggle children.

"Actually, I don't agree with one of them." Cyrus held up his hand.

Except for Hermione beside him, everyone held their breath, but Snape just tossed his black robe, turned around and looked at him coldly, his black eyes flickering.

"Excuse me, what's the opinion of Mr. Cyrus who published "A New Theory of Charms"?"

"Cough...I think some werewolves are human...they participate in social work as 'people' in the days other than the full moon night, they are not creatures that live alone in the forest"

"No~ they are dark creatures. Obviously, the Ministry of Magic's definition of 'human' is too perfunctory." Snape said quickly, "Werewolves are just inhuman humanoid animals just like vampires."

Then he said: "But since you didn't speak without authorization, I won't deduct points."

Unbelievable, the old bat Snape didn't deduct points? !They thought they were dreaming, and even Cyrus looked at Hermione in astonishment.

Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was quite excellent if he didn't care about his constant contempt for Lupin. He used various theories and biological knowledge to explain the knowledge and history of werewolves in detail.

"Werewolves must take *werewolf potion* regularly, otherwise they will lose control during the full moon night..." Snape bit the words, accentuated his tone, and said softly:

"What are you doing in a daze? Wouldn't it be written in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook like Miss Granger and Cyrus? Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw will deduct five points!"

Eagle Badger: Sorry, Snape is still that old bat...

It mentioned Mr. Newt's Werewolf Registry, and there is a very strange phenomenon. The registry established by the Ministry of Magic is classified as the Office of Beasts, but in terms of definition, Newt clearly classifies it as a "person".

In fact, the history of magic said that in 1811, wizards' definition of "person" had been generally recognized, and only those with enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magical society could be "people".

So... dark creatures such as hags and vampires also belong to 'people'.

For example, vampires live by sucking the blood of animals, but hide in the depths of the forest, isolated from human society, but they are also 'people'.

However, Snape was right about one thing. The definition of 'human' and 'humanity' in the magic world was too rough, and it could even be regarded as the private definition of those who had the right to speak in society.

Like...the *talent* in the Ministry of Magic singing about anti-werewolf laws.

But only one thing can be confirmed, human beings are not solitary beings and are social. Therefore, Cyrus believes that as long as they belong to the whole society, "human nature" is just the sum of social relations.

Its definition does not require recognition by others, which is the essence, that is, 'rules'.

Obviously, werewolves belong to 'people', they need work, and werewolves belong to the same camp as Death Eaters, Cyrus silently wrote notes on the book.

"Professor Lupine wouldn't assign so many homework..." Kevin of Ravenclaw looked at the 'two rolls of parchment' arranged by the professor, his heart twitching.

Unfortunately, Snape heard this sentence.

"Because Lupine is so stupid... Obviously, he didn't teach you well, so that none of you know these second-year knowledge." Snape said to Professor Lupine expressionlessly.

It seems that only he is qualified, and he is the most suitable person to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"But... the second grade is taught by Lockhart, and it has nothing to do with Professor Lupine." Hannah raised her hand, her voice was weak, she lowered her head, speaking for Professor Lupine with some fear.

"..."

Mistake... Snape forgot...

"Five points from Hufflepuff for talking back to the professor" Snape grinned grimly. "Now... get out of class is over! Give it to me next Monday. If you don't write it, I trust Ron Weiss who scrubs the hospital bedpan Lay would want a partner"

Thankfully, this is the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the week.

In the Great Hall at night, Hermione crazily stuffed Cyrus's bread with barbecued meat and German sausages that she had sliced.

"Eat more...you can't eat too much tomorrow morning"

"Enough is enough! I can't finish it!!" Cyrus picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in cranberry sauce and handed it to Hermione's mouth. I..."

"Then why didn't you feed me that piece?" Hermione pointed to the missing steak on his plate.

It was the schnitzel that Hermione had taken a bite of, found it to be good, and dropped it on Cyrus's plate, which Cyrus had apparently fed her intact.

Hermione squinted at him with an uncontrollable smile in her eyes.

"Oh~ You said this? Because I happen to like schnitzel..." Cyrus seemed to be a little thicker, "I have to say, I like the one you picked."

"Hmph~ That's inevitable." The girl bit off the meat with a fork in her mouth, and the meat made her face bulge on both sides. "Come on tomorrow~ Maybe I can win the championship again this year."

"Of course...you can always trust your Minister"

"It's so beautiful..." Harry at the Gryffindor table accidentally saw this scene, and couldn't help sighing like an old man.

"Harry...tomorrow, come on tomorrow..."

Suddenly Ginny quietly came behind him holding the book, and patted his shoulder. When Harry turned his head, he found a beautiful girl with fiery red hair, who was sending her blessings obsequiously.

She was Ginny Weasley.

"Thanks...I'll do my best." Harry smiled at her.

Then Ginny covered her face with the book and ran away. Neville sighed and shook his head repeatedly as he watched Ron, who was still buried in cooking.

"What's the matter?" Ron's mouth was full of meat, "Tomorrow is the Quidditch match, so it's rare to have such a big meal tonight...Harry, if you don't eat that chicken leg, give it to me, what a waste... "

"Your sister just came to send her blessings." Neville handed him a glass of pumpkin juice, fearing that he would choke to death here.

"So what..." Ron didn't see anything at all.

Neville was stunned for two seconds, then sighed again, and said nothing more. For a moment, he didn't know whether Ron was pretending to be asleep, or had already died of sleep.

On the second day, Cyrus was forced to be dragged up by his impatient roommate. It was still daylight, he put his hands in his clothes, rolled them up, and fell asleep in the lounge with his head down.

The weather for today's game was even worse. He frowned and scolded Malfoy in his heart. Although the windows of the lounge were closed, he could still hear the sound of the wind blowing weeds against the windows.

He couldn't help but envy Smaug, but it was still sleeping deep in the warm cave.

And Stitch, after Cyrus was dragged out of bed, it completely occupied the bed, lying on the bed with the character 'big' stretched out, sleeping soundly.

As soon as he went out, he felt something soft rubbing against his legs, Cyrus lowered his head and hugged Crookshanks, and pulled half of the scarf over him.

"Where's your master?" Cyrus yawned, teasing it with the end of the scarf, "Could it be that it came out secretly?"

When Cyrus saw Cedric and his party coming out at the door, the sound of the storm became louder, but unfortunately, even with such a violent storm, the Quidditch match would not be canceled because of such a *small matter*.

"Meow!!" Crookshanks patted his face with his tail.

"It says its owner is here!" Hermione was already leaning on the handrail of the marble stairs waiting for him, "Let's go? I'll get you the bread..."

"Salted fish sandwich? Stitch doesn't even eat it." Cyrus held the breakfast in Crookshanks and Hermione's hands with a bitter face, and carried out the handover ceremony.

"This kind of weather...you are too unlucky"

"It's okay, I don't like it either, but at least it's good for my game..." Cyrus immediately left his team and stuck to Hermione, "Compared to Harry's weight, Cedric , becomes an advantage”

Seekers are generally light and quick, but in this weather Digory's weight was a natural advantage: he was less prone to being tossed about by the wind.

This kind of weather didn't stop the wizards' enthusiasm for Quidditch. They still watched the game as usual, walking along the lawn to the pitch one after another.

Cyrus propped up a magic umbrella with his wand, and he tried to hook Hermione with his arms, the movements were clumsy and slow.

"I don't feel well..." Hermione sniffed her cute little nose.

Today she is wearing high leather shoes and a black windbreaker that can better block the cold wind and keep warm. Hermione hugged Crookshanks and leaned slightly in Cyrus' arms, like a servant being protected nobleman.

Even though it looks like Cyrus is protecting it, it doesn't feel weak, but has a different kind of strength.

When she reached the gate of the stadium, Hermione suddenly called out to Cyrus. She took out her wand and tapped it lightly, casting a water-avoiding spell. Before she left, she supported the cat with one hand and held the cat in the other. Pulling his collar.

"Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

"Go~ I'll wait for your good news!" Hermione frowned lightly, "The intuition of the Force made me foresee something bad..."

Just like this sky, it reminded her of some bad things, it was cloudy, without the morning sun, Hermione was full of uneasiness, the Force was like Cyrus...

Never cheated on her.

"I will be careful... Is there any reward for winning?"

"Then let's talk about it after you win ~ Ace Pilot"

(Don't worry, I will stick to it, don't keep thinking that I will stop changing, the fox is just being dissed by his family and his mind is not normal, it's hard to understand)

(6500 words, as expected, the goal of the month is too high, and the writing style has slipped a bit, tsk)

(Forecast, howling winds...)

(Tuesday day off)