The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The friendship between Lupine and Black, James, and Peter in his youth was beautiful, but because of 'trust', Lupine didn't know how to treat those who had been bullied by 'predators'.

So Lupine could only silently bury his guilt deeply in his heart.

Never told Black them, Lupine always thought it was good enough for them to be friends with werewolves like himself, he didn't want to lose something precious...

In any case, Professor Lupine's lips moved slightly, and Sirius Black could hardly tell that he was nodding slightly, and he just talked about how horrible Azkaban was.

He tried his best and exaggeratedly described the deepest part of Azkaban. This kind of expression that almost completely went his own way always made Lupine feel a little surprised and full of admiration.

The same goes for Blake, who looks very happy, maybe because he can spend time with old acquaintances.

"Before I got Fudge's paper, my daily fun was teasing my cousin...you know, that madman" Blake regained his relaxed look, winking at Cyrus as he picked his teeth.

He seemed to be teasing the other party.

"You mean Bellatrix?" Lupine also knew this person, so he asked curiously, "Isn't she crazy?"

"She always said crazy things like 'Master will come back', 'Malfoy's traitors~'" Black laughed viciously, "so I always use Voldemort's failure to stimulate her..."

Black managed to make Lupine laugh, and the two of them sat with their shoulders hooked at the Gryffindor table in the kitchen, as if they had returned to the old days.

The old are only time, not their souls.

Cyrus and Hermione sat behind them, leaning together, and there was some joy in hearing Black prod his Death Eater cousin with 'Voldemort'.

He suddenly asked Black: "Didn't the principal tell you?"

"what?"

"Voldemort has indeed returned..."

Lupine trembled visibly, his face paled a bit, he turned his head back, and smiled wryly at Cyrus: "This is a joke."

"No, this is the truth. We have experienced it in the first grade. You can ask Harry..." When Cyrus was speaking, Hermione also nodded cautiously, "Of course, you can also go to Deng Bullido sure"

However, Black called Lupine back to God, and said casually: "Remus~ he failed once..."

But Lupine just took a bite of the bread uneasily, and swallowed his anxiety and memories like jam, along with the toast.

"By the way, you said Bellatrix is ​​your cousin? But isn't she from the Lestrange family..." Hermione said, "There was a marriage between you?"

"All pure-blood families have marriages...I have some relationship with Malfoy." Black looked disgusted. From the expression, it was exactly the same as Snape. "I wish the Black family would become extinct."

The Lestrange family is a well-known Death Eater family. It is said that they have been following Voldemort since he first started.

"I know what you're thinking, let's put it this way... If there are a group of people buzzing 'forever pure' in your ears since childhood, you will also feel sick..." Blake seriously recalled the things when he was a child.

"So you, a pureblood, went to Gryffindor on purpose?" Lupine gently laughed at him.

"Anyway, I just hate Slytherin..." Black saw Hermione's dangerous eyes, and changed his words again, "I mean, the Slytherin when I was studying, not including the current one"

When Lupine and Black were studying, Slytherin was full of Death Eaters.

Although Hermione and Cyrus have eliminated a lot now, before that, especially when they were in their first year, everyone looked at Slytherin with such contempt.

The former Professor Binns would not say that "mixed-bloods and Muggles are a unified non-pure-blood class, and everything is differentiation."

The dark ages of their time built the stereotypes of the present...

"Actually, many Slytherin freshmen are quite good at planning and planning," Hermione said decisively, "It is not only pure blood who can enter Slytherin, if you look at the history of the Ministry of Magic officials in the history of magic again. ..”

Obviously, the great advantage of Slytherins is that their manipulation of things is very clear, especially suitable for government affairs.

"Of course, you are right, but don't forget how much I helped them." Cyrus said as if asking for credit, "I was responsible for about 70% of the plans~"

"Yes, of course I know, but you said something else, honey..." Hermione tugged at the sides of his face.

Lupine had no classes in the afternoon, so he could stay with Blake and chat, and he tapped his wand on the four red mugs, and the butterbeer poured from the tip, filling the four mugs.

He handed the first cup to Blake, who was also ecstatic to take it.

Cyrus saw that Blake did not hold the handle, but held the cup with both hands, first sniffed it carefully, then stared at the hot steam rising from the top of the butter foam, he licked the foam that was about to overflow with his tongue .

"What's the matter? I don't only have this cup." Lupine pointed at Black's embarrassed look, and laughed at the two little wizards behind him.

"No... no, I just haven't had it for too long." Blake seemed to be savoring some kind of old wine carefully, and his face gradually turned rosy when the warm, sweet butterbeer slipped down his gullet.

He shouted excitedly: "Remus! You should have brought it out earlier...I have the energy to beat Peter Pettigrew tonight."

Then they talked a lot in the butterbeer excitement, from the old playful things to some innocuous pranks, some of which Blake deliberately avoided.

Of course, the most worthy of their mention is actually the 'Marauder's Map'.

"That's what you guys did?" Cyrus drank the last drop from the bottom of the cup, "I thought it was a new trick of the Weasley twins"

"Ha! When it comes to pranks, how could anyone surpass us?" Black looked first at Cyrus and then at Hermione, "We deliberately let Filch take it away..."

Of course they did it on purpose, because such a good thing, how could they be taken out of school?The Marauder's Map is a special treasure for those who can play tricks at Hogwarts.

"It's a pity...Harry is still a bit behind in this aspect." Lupine shook his head regretfully.

"Harry..." Blake became dazed when he heard the name, and his fingers tapped the glass beer glass lightly, making a clear voice, "I just met him today"

"what do you think?"

Lupine always kept his point: in his grade, Harry was far better than his father in many ways...except, of course, for mischief.

"It's so similar...I've seen him looking for the Snitch" Blake began his low, husky, excited voice, as if his eyes were the lenses of a viewing telescope, replaying the highlights of the game automatically time.

His face was a little melancholy, and the lights in the kitchen made him look like a prisoner in a prison longing to go outside.

Cyrus guessed that was probably how he got through.

"I even gave him a Firebolt for Christmas! It's the newest Firebolt!!"

When Black started to show off to Lupine, Hermione behind her subconsciously looked at Cyrus, but Cyrus didn't show any desire or envy.

Just with a faint smile.

"What's wrong?" He noticed her gaze and looked over suspiciously, "Is there any foam on my face?"

"nothing..."

Hermione sighed, just leaned her neck up, and secretly stamped on the corner of his mouth, like a mother kissing a child, and her sister coaxing her younger brother, and said softly, "It's gone now."

(What is the branch of the four colleges? It is obviously my branch of the four hawkers!

Gryffindor - Khorne

Hufflepuff - Nurgle

Ravenclaw - Tzeentch

Slytherin - Slaanesh)