The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The atmosphere at the Slytherin table was the strangest, some of them hesitated and finally left their seats to join in the din, while the rest remained polite.

Daphne's younger sister Astoria is also among them, and she likes to listen to Luna-senpai's stories.

Ah... even though Luna Lovegood is telling her about magical creatures that have yet to be discovered, Astoria insists that Luna is telling stories, such as the moon frog and the ball fish.

Luna always liked to stick her wand behind her left ear, and she said she was used to it.

"I don't think Muggles are scum..." Astoria said softly to her sister, "Even if you all think so, even if it's always been like this, I don't think it's right"

She grew up with her sister Daphne, and they both accepted pure-blood supremacy from an early age.

As she's gotten older, she's become much more tolerant of bloodline components, especially after taking Professor Binns' History of Magic.

Pure-blood supremacy is an ideology of wizarding society, which can be roughly divided into two types: pure-blood elitism and pure-blood partiality.

But luckily, when Astoria entered school this year, it was the time when the concept of 'equality' was common. Although her childhood was full of pure-blood ideology, fortunately, the school was much better.

The external environment made her see more...

Professor Binns has talked about the history of Muggle wars and the universal connection of wizard wars. She knows how great Muggles and Muggle wizards her sister Daphne looks down on.

The Hogwarts Stretch that carried her to school was the work of Muggles.

"Well... aren't you going?"

Former Slytherin Chaser Derian Puse asked the prefects beside him, Gemma just shook the juice in the glass carelessly, as if she hadn't woken up.

"I'm graduating next year." Prefect Gemma glanced at him.

"I thought you were too disdainful..." Like her, Derian looked at the lively Christmas banquet ahead, "After all, you like quiet."

"I just like quiet, which doesn't mean I hate banquets." The little boy seemed to understand her very well, Gemma shook her head, "Why? After quitting Quidditch, I started to miss the excitement again?"

Derian didn't answer her question directly, moved his elbow a little to her side, and said, "Where are you going after graduation?"

"none of your business?"

"I'm just out of curiosity, and...after I graduate, at least I can go to a place where my classmates develop well~"

"Auror, are you coming?" Gemma twitched her lips.

Damn Merlin... Derian forgot one thing, Prefect Gemma Farley is a good duelist, and Auror is a dangerous profession... not very popular.

"Oh~ I don't know who the prefect will be next year..."

"Don't change the subject~"

"Haha...Let's see again"

"Tch, you should think about your homework, little boy." Gemma clinked glasses with him while he wasn't paying attention, and Derian was stunned, "Merry Christmas..."

"Merry Christmas ~ Prefect"

Lupine, who was on the teacher's bench, was a little embarrassed at first, and his old illness made his face, which was so thin that he could see the shape of the jawbone, a little sallow, and his fingers were dry, but Lupine couldn't resist Trelawney's praise.

Trelawney would always stare at his face and praise his palms for a long time, so Lupine's face was a little rosy.

However, Professor McGonagall would still make some sarcastic remarks when she was babbling. She had never been used to Trelawney playing tricks here. If it wasn't for Dumbledore, she would definitely have kicked Trelawney out.

Along with it was Professor Flitwick.

Because Trelawney kept whispering in his ears that Hermione Granger was a wizard with a talent for divination, and that learning Charms was a...wasteful, and Flitwick's beard was crooked.

"You should thank me~" Trelawney twisted on the seat with an empty wine bottle in hand.

"Sybil...you are still in the auditorium!" Sprout felt helpless, and stopped McGonagall who was about to get angry, "Principal, why don't you let me send her back first?"

"Go back? If I go back, there will only be thirteen of you... I am saving you! Idiots! This is the guidance of fate"

Trelawney was holding on to the legs of the table and clasped the bottom of the table tightly. When Professor Sprout was pulling her, three or four more sherry bottles fell out of Trelawney's skirt because of the shaking.

"Let her lie down here to sleep..." Dumbledore pulled back a section of firecrackers, and with a loud bang, a blanket full of hawks and eagles was revealed.

"No one is allowed to wake her up after the banquet!" Mag ordered with a blank expression.

It's a bit strange this time, but it's reasonable. Dean Flitwick and Dean Sprout, who have always been known as 'easy talkers' and 'good guys', both agreed with this suggestion, but...

Professor Aurora of astronomy was somewhat sympathetic.

Among all the professors and teaching staff, Trelawney and Aurora have the best relationship. One is divination, and the other is teaching astronomy. The former can use the latter's knowledge in many places.

For example, Trelawney also knows a little about astrology in centaur divination.

"Bless the Force, you won't become like Professor Trelawney in the future, will you?" Cyrus folded his hands and prayed reverently, "Drunkard Granger? Fortunately, I don't know how to drink..."

"Are you talking nonsense like her? Probably not." Hermione rolled her eyes and snickered, "I haven't been drunk yet, so I don't know what it would be like."

“But certainly not much better”

"I don't know if I'll be fine, but at least I know what you look like..."

Cyrus froze for a moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he was only drunk once? ?The only time I was half-drunk was in the first grade...it doesn't seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary...right?

"What do I look like? Why can't I remember?"

"You're half-drunk and half-awake, how could you have the impression?" Hermione glanced at him, "I'll never forget~"

This glance was very profound, containing thousands of words and unexplainable meanings.

"I...I can be sure that I didn't do anything outrageous!" Cyrus said firmly, "If you were drunk, you might look uglier than Trilawney!!"

"No, usually I will divide the occasion." Hermione guessed, "If there are too many people, I will probably just fall asleep..."

"What if at home?" He asked curiously.

Hermione cut a piece of bread into triangles, filled it with turkey, raw vegetables, and fried eggs, stuffed it into Cyrus' mouth, and whispered: "If you're at home...then you'd better not let me see you"

Cyrus: ? ...? ...! !

Got it, but not fully understood, and was shocked by it.

"Ahem, everyone!! The competition has come to an end for the time being, two weeks... Two weeks later, our 'Total Battle' will officially enter the semi-finals!" George held up a butter beer he didn't know where to get, "50 people! The top ten people will all receive bonuses!!"

Adding up, almost all of them are in the early [-]s, which seemed to be a huge sum of money to Weasley before.

It's so big that only winning the lottery can get so much money, and this time, they will throw out so much at once. For wizards from ordinary families, even the last five Galleons are enough for a semester.

Although the registration fee for the competition was only three guilds, the total income was only [-] Galleons.

But war chess relies on continuous updates and a rich novel world view to maintain its popularity. A box of chess pieces is about three silver Sigrams, but if you want to assemble a complete, game-sized army, you need at least five boxes.

Some warbands are huge, even reaching seven boxes in number.

These can be accumulated slowly, so wizards can play together in groups of two or three... In short, the gameplay is not limited, and requires the player's own imagination and operation.

Hannah took [-]% exclusively, which seems like a small amount, but there are fifty or sixty Galleons every month... let alone the Weasley twins, they are already earning hemp.

"Little Ronnie... we'll be opening a prank shop in Diagon Alley soon!!" Fred was even more excited.

Mandy asked Hermione in a low voice: "Don't you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Regret that we took so much money... To be honest, if you and the little angel are divided with everyone, we can all accept it..."

"Honey~ It's useless for us to spend so much money," said Hermione, "You are the ones who work, and Cyrus and I just come up with ideas occasionally, and besides...George and the others are short of money, aren't they?"

Hermione's family was not short on money, and Cyrus just wasn't interested at all.

Perhaps Smaug loves Galleon more than he does.

Snape sat on the stage, without any appetite, because Lupine almost tasted all the dishes. If possible, Snape even wanted to give everyone an antidote in advance, and then put it on the dish Slight the venom of the giant eight-eyed spider.

"Severus, you have no appetite?"

"I'm full..." Actually, he was full.

Half are from Remus Lupine and Dumbledore, and the other half are from the family Slytherins.

"Have you received any gifts from little Cyrus and Harry?" Dumbledore didn't seem to have the slightest self-knowledge, and blew firecrackers while talking, "Harry sent a glasses case, and Cyrus sent a chair."

The chair is a rocking chair made by his Thomas, and the material is a specific rattan wood.

"Ha! Miss Granger gave me a Muggle watch." Flitwick rolled up his sleeves and said cheerfully, it was hard not to think he was showing off.

Other professors chimed in, even Cyrus' favorite astronomy professor had sent a Muggle telescope, and Trelawney was an expensive crystal ball.

She was reluctant to use it, and it was worth three or four cases of cheap sherry.

After everyone finished showing off, they looked at Severus Snape with pitiful eyes, as if to say: Everyone has a gift, no matter how bad it is, there is also a small gift from Harry...

Even the new Professor Lupine has a Christmas present from Harry.

"Hehe, I have to say...Muggle's current equipment is really convenient for making potions, and Cyrus's brain is not too stupid..."

Snape smiled coldly, he parried all the damage perfectly, and fought back.