The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The reason why Cyrus was angry was not complicated, it was simply because of the words used by Fudge, an immature politician.

It's just because of this idea that the life of a Muggle on the street is not as important as a wizard, this instinctive thought is engraved in people's bones, and even most people are accustomed to it.

The reason why Fudge is unqualified as a politician is also because no normal person would use his life to classify things into good and bad when disasters happen...

When everyone returned to Hogwarts, Cyrus and Harry were in the worst mood ever.

Harry now has a fire of anger burning inside him, a poison called hatred flowing through him, he practices spells whenever he can, and sleeps with the bedside lamp on dim. state.

He is afraid of the dark, because there will always be a raving in his ears: Master... I succeeded... The Potters asked me to be a secret keeper...

"It's a holiday tomorrow, Harry---you should take a break." Neville played with the memory ball in his hand, but it didn't light up red.

"There is a banquet tonight... I recommend you eat more roast chicken." Ron put his legs up on the table, eating mints, and lifted Scabbers to observe.

"You said...is Banban dying soon?"

"Who knew? A dying mouse for half an owl... Ron, you've made a lot of money." Neville shrugged. "Unless Scabbers has untapped powers, he won't last long."

"Is it possible that I have played too much recently?" Ron threw it into a semi-sealed cardboard box to prevent it from being bitten to death by the club's Crookshanks and preventing it from running around.

Cyrus, on the other hand, was sitting in a chair by the fireplace in the Ravenclaw lounge, snowflakes occasionally drifting in through the cracks in the windows, but they would melt quickly, and he was covered with a blanket.

Crookshanks and Stitch lay on top of Cyrus, one left and one right, sky blue and ginger.

If the chair were Smaug's tail or back, then his life would be complete in the eyes of Fantastic Beasts lover Hagrid.

"Are wizards considered human beings?"

Hermione flipped through Professor Binns' supplementary history of magic, which included the changes he made after combining the history of the Muggle world, including the most famous problems in the wizarding world:

Wizards' Convention, Race and Nation during the American Revolutionary War?

"Forget it, of course it's human beings, and Muggle wizards are also born from ordinary people." Cyrus frowned, thinking about the entire story line and the contents of the letter he was going to send to the British Prime Minister.

Every word Fudge and Rosmerta said will be passed on to Downing Street.

"But they were . . . on the sidelines about the War of Nations and the War of Independence."

"Voldemort... Voldemort..." Cyrus murmured the words, "Only Voldemort can tear the two worlds apart...at least for England..."

The letters between John and Hermione and Cyrus did not stop.

The "Support Welfare Home" that the UK is going to implement this year relies on the help of the people in the museum and Cyrus. John has grown a lot with the naked eye after his trip to the Magic Congress of the United States.

In order to deal with the wizard, John chose the most guaranteed method.

Use magic, to defeat magic.

According to a letter from the Prime Minister, Cyrus and Hermione are expected to see freshmen sponsored by the government among the new batch of incoming students when they are in the fourth grade, and they have found a chemical equipment manufacturer that works closely with the British government.

At that time, a shop selling potion equipment will suddenly appear in Diagon Alley.

"Are you missing Mr. Klein?" Hermione sat on the armrest of the sofa chair and hugged his head, her chin resting on top of her head.

"No, more than that..." Cyrus rubbed two thumbs lightly on the heads of Crookshanks and Stitch, "I was just wondering if Muggle families knew the fate of their dead relatives. , can only be called 'the worst' by Fudge, what will they think..."

They met Fudge three times, the first time at Hagrid's cabin, the second time at the Magical Congress of America, and the third time at the Three Broomsticks.

The more you get in touch with political figures in the wizarding world, the more you will find that the entire wizarding society is based on ordinary people, full of arrogance and prejudice.

"Let's go, the banquet is about to begin." Hermione kissed his forehead and hugged Crookshanks.

"Ha! I almost forgot that today is a banquet... Tomorrow is a holiday." Cyrus took the comic book from Stitch's hand and put it on top of his head. Mrs. Jeff knitted it herself.

Cyrus has never enjoyed this kind of treatment~

"So Blake saw the photo of the Weasley family in the newspaper...and then saw Scabbers?" Hermione went back to her room and put on the little leather shoes she bought this year.

"It's possible, but it doesn't rule out that he came to find Harry. Who knows if Black in this universe is a good guy or a bad guy?"

Cyrus squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and Stitch stretched out his paws on his neck with a tacit understanding, quickly took out Hermione's pocket, and grabbed a handful of chocolate hazelnuts. The cooperation of a 'cat' and a dog was perfect.

"Cyrus!! I'll ask Professor Snape to save some Veritaserum..."

Hermione used the Force to hold Cyrus who was running fast, stretched out her claws, and rubbed the other's cheek with a smile.

Hmm...it still feels so good!

"My dear empress, veritaserum is useless to me, I have never lied to you about anything..." he said confidently.

"Tsk tsk...I didn't say I would use Veritaserum to do these things to you~" Hermione's fingertips traced from the side of his face to the tips of his ears, with a rare charm, "My dear, you have seen my There is always a price to pay for the diary, right?"

Yes!This is the devil's diary...

.........

Christmas decorations are arranged in every corner of the castle as usual. Every festival, wizards are always curious about how the professor decorated the whole castle.

The ribbons made up of holly and parasites in the corridor were dragged around by Peeves, small Christmas trees were placed on both sides of the corridor, and the stone statues were also decorated by Mag.

Stormtrooper Christmas limited skin.

Hermione plucked two squirrels from the thick ribbons and stuck them between her and Cyrus' hair.

"Wuhu~I can smell the aroma of meat." The little badger who was passing by hadn't entered the auditorium, but he could already smell the aroma from the marble steps, and the rich and attractive smell of broth permeated the entire corridor.

Certainly not British cuisine....

The teacher's table in the auditorium was placed in the center of the stage, with a total of thirteen seats. Almost all the teachers were here. Dumbledore happily blew firecrackers.

"Eat, everyone!"

Originally he planned to hold the Christmas banquet on Christmas, but then Professor McGonagall said that there were very few students staying in school and not many teachers, so Dumbledore mentioned the night before the holiday.

Just when Dumbledore was about to stand up, the door of the auditorium was opened again, and it was Professor Trelawney.

She walked like she was slippery, and for Christmas, she wore a green gown covered in tinsel, jingling, stretching her neck vigorously like a giraffe, counting the seats.

"Sorry...I've been looking at the crystal ball these days, principal, the prediction seems to be getting less and less accurate..." Trelawney's voice was very ethereal, as if he was performing a drama hidden in the clouds .

"It's all the same, let's eat together when you come"

"Of course! I'm here to save you." Trelawney couldn't wait to take the conjured chair. "Look, there are only thirteen people at this table. If I sit on it, there will be exactly 14 people."

"so what?"

Newt, who was closest, asked her curiously, but McGonagall didn't even have time to stop her.

"Thirteen! This is so unlucky!! Don't forget, whenever there are 13 people eating, the first person to stand up will die! Look, it's all right now..."

"Okay, okay, we are willing to take this risk!" Mag was quite impatient, "Everyone, let's start, otherwise the turkey is as cold as a rock and it won't taste good."

Professor Lupine was also there, but his expression was a little uneasy, not only because his old illness was about to relapse, but also because Trelawney insisted on turning his head to show him something.

"Sybil ~ don't bother him"

"Haha~ Honey, don't worry, I can see it..." Trelawney seemed to be comforting him, "As long as you get through it, everything will be fine, just like a heavy rain after a drought"

"Thank you..." Lupine couldn't say anything.

If others said good things to him, would he call her crazy in turn?

Dumbledore said happily, "Severus, have you prepared any potions?"

"Why don't you ask Sybil directly? Ask her to help you predict how long it will take for Professor Lupine to recover from his illness?" McGonagall mocked the two bitterly, "After all, Severus can have a clear idea in his heart, lest he talk about wasting potions."

Trelawney looked at her coldly, and Snape hadn't eaten from that plate since he saw Lupine insert a piece of turkey.

The Christmas banquet blew away the dark clouds of wizards this year, and the warm auditorium and bright lights made it impossible for dementors to get close. Harry clutched his pockets and shuttled around the crowd.

Inside is the photo album of the Potters.

(Hmm... Christmas will probably be 'water' everyday)