The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"The truth is revealed... Oh my God~ The truth of 12 years is revealed!"

As soon as Hermione's words fell, Cyrus, who had buried his head in her arms, turned over and looked up at her. Hermione read the contents of "The Prophet Newspaper" in cadence, and even pretended to praise her. With the seriousness of the Ministry of Magic.

When she read Peter Pettigrew's interrogation, her voice was very low, without obvious changes, and the series of words she spit out were as calm as a lullaby.

"I still can't imagine... why Pettigrew was assigned to Gryffindor"

"Maybe the Sorting Hat thinks he needs 'courage', or in other words, he actually has 'courage'..."

"Is there?" Hermione put down the latest "Prophet Newspaper", lowered her head, her face full of suspicion.

"Under the threat of Voldemort, he betrayed his friends and went undercover under Principal Dumbledore's side; after 'killing' Voldemort, he turned into a mouse and went into the sewer, swallowing his anger for 12 years... It's not all cowardice"

In a sense, it is indeed "brave", even if it is driven by cowardice and fear, it is forced out of courage.

"That's so brave..." Hermione's knee moved, and she suddenly lifted his head.

Her hands slowly slipped out of the loose sleeves, and every time Hermione's fingers scraped Cyrus' face, rubbed into his blond hair, and traced his scalp with her fingertips, Cyrus' muscles Always vibrate.

Head down, always watching him with a lovely arrogant expression.

"Can you... let me sleep for a while?" Cyrus' head pressed her skirt to prevent it from being exposed, and at the same time, he could enjoy the sweet sunshine and breath.

"No~ Crookshanks is not here, I have to grab something...By the way, the exam will start next month"

When the exam week approached, Professor Newt ran away with his suitcase. He was temporarily notified by the Muggle Prime Minister that he needed to go back to Cornwall and the Isles of Scilly to cast some confusion spells.

The main reason is to prevent the sirens who are staying in from frightening Muggles.

There was a slope beside the Black Lake, and they were sitting under the huge summer oak tree. Some of the strange branches stretched into the Black Lake, and the leaves were thick and shaded, which made the two of them often come here to pass the time.

In the early summer, some flowers bloomed on the trees.

Cyrus looked at the branch. Unfortunately, the fishing rod he made didn't even have a hook, and it was hidden by the lake in the park near Granger's home.

"Spell test? Transfiguration test? If these were all scored by Snape, I might be very scared..." He closed his eyes, and the green shade just blocked the sunlight.

"Can't you think about how to get the first place in the grade?!"

"Dear Hermione~ Do you know the difference between the second and third in my grade? Two full 'o's! I have already won too many of them"

Cyrus turned his head lazily, and turned his face back to Hermione's belly, his hands naturally embraced the girl's refined waist.

The thin clothes obviously couldn't stop his warm breath, and Hermione shivered when the hot breath from Cyrus' breath permeated the shallow waistcoat line of her abdomen through the shirt.

Her breathing also gradually became disordered.

"But there's only one difference between you and me..."

"But that's Potions~" he grumbled, "you're the only one, other than Slytherin, who gets an 'e' from Snape... and I pass every year with Schrödinger problems "

After the exams every year, before Cyrus got the report card, his potion results were always in a superimposed state of 'pass' and 'fail', and the variable was Snape's mood.

"Don't worry, at least you can pass"

At least you don't have to be like Harry and the others, trying every means to memorize the steps like crazy every time they take the potions test, because if there is a little less, Snape will catch him with sharp eyes and give him a precious one. point.

"But I'm more curious about this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class exam...Professor Lupine is more practical than theoretical, and the written exam is easier than expected."

"Let me guess...a duel? Or...a duel with other dark creatures?" Hermione covered his head with the newspaper, raised her knees, and drew Cyrus's legs, sinking Cyrus into it.

"Probably... at least Professor Lupine hasn't been affected by the curse much this year." Cyrus curled up his legs and hugged him even tighter.

"Then he will keep doing it?!"

"Not necessarily~ Principal Dumbledore said that his previous employment was only for one semester...and Professor Lupine also agreed."

No one thought that this year's professors were more normal than in the past. Harry hoped that Professor Lupine would continue to teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts, so that he wouldn't have to be angry with Snape all the time.

At least he can go to Lupine to complain...

But Principal Dumbledore was a little hesitant. He didn't care about the 'curse' passed on from the students. What he really cared about was Lupine's thoughts...but the latter seemed to care more about his own identity.

Werewolves!It was a subject that Lupine could never skip.

He told Cyrus that it would not be a problem if he continued to work, but his identity would eventually be exposed, and Dumbledore could not help him for the rest of his life...James and Dumbledore had helped him enough.

If there will be a painful separation from Hogwarts in the future, it is better to leave early...at least not to catch some people and say everywhere: Dumbledore recruited a werewolf as a professor!

But to Hermione's surprise, Snape didn't say anything to Lupine...

"Obviously our proposal is effective," Cyrus said sullenly, "at least you don't have to worry about Lupine's arch-rival—Snape, report..."

"I hope~" Hermione hooked his chin and scratched it gently.

She misses the tabby cat a little... so she cautiously asked tentatively: "I'm still not very proficient in body transformation, Cyrus...can you help me?"

"No!" Cyrus said vigilantly.

This kind of rhetoric is exactly the same as that of Professor McGonagall... the same thing!Cyrus won't do it a second time! !

Although curled up, he could lie on Hermione's body better, but...he couldn't feel it!Body Transfiguration is not an Animagus, when touched by Hermione, many feelings can not be felt!

Well, Cyrus has to admit, that's the point...

It is worth mentioning that the relationship between Black and Harry has gradually become familiar, coupled with the news from the "Prophet Newspaper", a stone in Harry's heart has fallen to the ground.

He would always take the photo album, sneak away from his friends, and go to Blake to ask him about his parents.

Everyone was in a much better mood....except Snape, whose face was darker than before, and Cyrus had no doubts that if the quill ran out of ink, it might be possible to get a little on the Professor's face .

Provided he allows it.

"Pettigret has been hiding in a home in the wizarding world for 12 years... how did he not say that Peter has been a pet at the Weasleys for so long?" Hermione was surprised by this.

Being deeply infected by Snape's venomous tongue, her attitude towards this is probably: it's like seeing a troll security guard who can't even speak, and surprisingly didn't break anything while patrolling.

"Maybe it's because of the list...George's father is still very popular in the Ministry of Magic, and he seems to have a good relationship with Principal Dumbledore."

But there was one thing Hermione didn't understand, and that was... why 'Weasley' was included in the pure-blood list.

For example, the Potter family is also pure-blooded, and even Weasley proudly claimed that his ancestors were Muggles... Even so, they were only labeled as 'pure-blooded traitors' and were not drawn.

But in the words of Professor Binns: Pureness is the successful creation of the Dafa of self-spiritual victory.

So, of course, it is impossible for Fudge to let the Weasley family lose face, because he is a politician who has always maintained a 'no one offend' strategy on the surface...

So Ron didn't know that the mouse he touched every day was actually a bald old baby, Peter Pettigrew who peeked at Harry every day.

"So... it's so perfect, I'll give it to you as a gift~"

Hermione snorted softly, as proud as the beautiful Ravenclaw flower in Hogwarts Ghosts, but unlike Ms. Gray, Hermione's coldness was also mixed with cuteness.

That's exclusive to Cyrus...

But Cyrus had already fallen asleep under the caress of Hermione's fingertips, and he missed this heart-pounding comment from Hermione Granger.

........

Malfoy sat obediently across from Snape, with a smug expression on his face, he probably thought that the spell practice he had submitted was perfect, he frowned when he saw that there was no concealing device on the table.

He knew it, and although Draco Malfoy didn't know the names of these instruments, he had seen many Gryffindors using them, and it seemed to be a popular trend.

Until Harry ridiculed that he had never seen the world, saying that it was a Muggle precision chemical instrument, Draco immediately despised it.

But now in the head Slytherin's office and saw... Muggle things?To Draco, this seemed like a fantasy.

"Professor...is this Wolfsbane potion?"

He pondered and said, but barely guessed from the potion ingredients and potion color left on the table. Obviously, the learning content taught by Lucius made him grow up a little bit.

Coupled with the stimulation of external factors, Draco had a good grasp of the 'resource' of the dean.

"What's wrong~" Snape gave him a sideways glance casually, and then slowly flipped through his homework, "It's not worth your joy to be able to recognize a potion...Draco"

"Are there werewolves in the school?" He asked excitedly, "Did Principal Dumbledore put the werewolves in?"

"Why can't I just play around?" Snape asked him with a faint smile.

"Professor, you said that the cost and time to make this kind of potion are very long." He hid his contempt for Muggle equipment well in his eyes, "Perhaps this... unknown thing will shorten the time? "

"No, well, I just complied with the principal's request...Maybe he raised some werewolves outside? Or maybe in the Forbidden Forest..."

Snape sneered, and threw him the homework with revised notes.

"I knew it!"

Draco was like a Muggle policeman at this time, the suspect who had been following for several years was finally caught by himself, and all he had to do was to tell his boss 'Lucius Malfoy' the news.

"Professor, this is good news... Headmaster Dumbledore raised werewolves? I will fully support you as the next headmaster... Then drive away these dirty Muggle seeds"

"Draco~ You don't like these... um... dirty blood?" The professor leaned back naturally, perfectly hiding himself in the darkness.

He looked wantonly at the Slytherin students in front of him.

"Of course...Muggle blood is disgusting enough, and there are werewolves?" Malfoy said to the dean defiantly, "Actually, I found that the latest potion cauldron is very good, if you like it..."

"Okay, Draco, I heard what you said... I look forward to the day when you become the Minister of Magic and change the world, but I don't need to bother you about the potion."

Snape clapped in unison, got up and opened the door of the office, and respectfully asked Draco, who seemed to have seen the filthy society on the ground through the ground, to leave.

It wasn't until Draco left that he snorted coldly, not knowing whether he was laughing at others, or himself and Draco.

"Huh... bloodline?"