The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Black often followed Harry around, and he was happy to become an Animagus to be with Harry.

At first, Ron hid away, but after getting used to it, he didn't care anymore. He just told Harry: "This is my new horned owl, don't let it bite 'Little Pig' again"

Obviously, Ron had a deep memory of the last time Black bit his pocket.

Little pig... The name of this horned owl is something that Ron doesn't want to mention, because it was named by his younger sister Ginny, so he can only recognize it by pinching his nose, but the most painful thing for him is:

Why does this stupid owl really only recognize this name! !

"Obviously I bought it with money..." Ron murmured to himself, teasing the pig's feathers, his eyes lost.

"Evil~ Don't tell me this is Malfoy's...Look at this exaggerated texture and gold, only their unique taste likes it" Black secretly hid with Harry at the corner of the corridor on the fifth floor.

Harry was bored now, so he would sneak around Hogwarts with his godfather every day.

Every time he passed a place, Black would tell him excitedly what had happened here, and what made Harry the happiest was that every time he spoke, Black would always listen to him quietly.

That kind of family company, being able to quietly listen to his babble, was something Harry had never imagined before.

"Unfortunately, that is indeed Malfoy Lane's club"

"What club? Like his father...is also a gathering place for small Death Eaters?" Black complained sharply, "Hmph, his father also had a small circle dedicated to gathering Death Eaters back then, small Death Eaters..."

Black's evaluation of this is: not as fun as Cyrus' club.

"Seriously, why didn't I think of that back then? I should have started a prank club back then." He slapped his thigh hard.

"Actually, George and Fred also had this idea, but Professor McGonagall did not approve it."

Ever since Peter Pettigrew was sent to Azkaban, Black's mood had visibly increased a lot, and then he hid under the eyes of the headmaster who turned a blind eye, and stayed with Harry.

Like Cyrus said, what Harry needed was the company of his family, and Black made that up perfectly.

"I've seen it in a Muggle store before...what's it called...a decoration or a model?" Black and Harry returned to the deserted club all the way, and he played with the stone chess on the table curiously.

They had wanted to go to the Gryffindor common room, but the angry and vindictive Fat Lady was determined not to let Sirius Black in.

"This is a different kind of wizard chess...but I think he is very similar to you, maybe it is suitable for you"

"Cooooool~" Blake curiously took a hero unit he handed over, and then said complacently, "Thorin Oakenshield? How am I like him?"

Harry looked at the godfather carefully, and found that he was lazily leaning on the chair, very comfortable, with his body leaning back with the wooden chair, only the two legs of the chair behind were on the ground, which made Harry worry whether he would fall.

His gray eyes looked at the stone chess piece he lifted, trying to find the similarity to what Harry said. At the same time, he had been patiently waiting for his godson's words, and his eyes wandered to him from time to time.

"Everything looks like...Look, you all have black hair and are very persistent..."

But Sirius was very curious about Harry's vice president and president, even though he knew that Cyrus and Hermione were the two of them that day, he lowered his head slightly, his black curly hair was thrown to the sides of his head.

Harry was like a kid showing off his hoarded treasures, while Black just kept smiling.

"Where was my former home?" He asked suddenly when he introduced Thorin's hometown.

"Godric's Hollow, that's your lonely mountain." Blake wisely took over his words, "If you want, I'll take you to see it... But, it may not be as good as you imagined."

"It's okay, I may not be able to go back"

Harry smiled, perhaps because Black was listening to his story?

"If you want, I'd be happy to accompany you there..."

But Harry interrupted Black. He knew that the Vernon family would never listen to Sirius. Although he also wanted to be with Professor Lupine and Sirius, he was still worried that Black would fight Vernon.

The last time it was Cyrus' father, Vernon almost didn't call the police because of it...

(John: Call the police? What police? Watch out I'm arresting you for 'child abuse')

"Anyway, Lupine and I welcome you anytime, Harry~"

.........

On Wednesday night, Professor McGonagall looked at Cyrus with a calm gaze, which made the latter tremble inwardly.

Cyrus is definitely not afraid, he is simply worried that Dean Maomao will use superb skills to turn himself into a tabby cat again, how long will Merlin know this time?

Wait... If Professor McGonagall is really angry and makes Cyrus take the form of a tabby cat all night, wouldn't he be able to sneak into Hermione's bedroom and sleep under his girlfriend's quilt...

'No no no, now's not the time to think about that' Cyrus shot Hermione a look.

But Hermione didn't say anything about it, she turned her head away, as if it wasn't him who was just preparing Lacelus to leave the Transfiguration classroom.

When Professor McGonagall glared over, she immediately showed a pitiful look.

Originally, she found that there was no one in the Transfiguration classroom, and planned to drag Cyrus away secretly, but unexpectedly, McGonagall hid among a bunch of animal models and watched all their passages.

When Hermione saw a tabby cat with a spectacle frame on its head come out, she thought something was wrong.

"Professor! I reported classmate Hermione Granger because she secretly agreed to Professor Flitwick in advance on Monday afternoon... I swore to the death and was almost dragged away by her."

Hermione twisted her neck stiffly, still immersed in the disbelief of being backstabbed by the little angel.

However, Cyrus still pointed at Hermione slightly, and complained to Professor McGonagall righteously, without paying any attention to Hermione's increasingly dangerous eyes.

Hermione stared at his ears and neck, and touched her teeth secretly... In her opinion, Cyrus is a typical scar that healed and forgot the pain. She swears, Cyrus is finished during the summer vacation up.

"Hmph... But I don't think you resisted a few times." Professor McGonagall walked in front of him lightly, raised his left hand expressionlessly, and squeezed it hard.

resistance?If Cyrus' slightly swaying arm counted as "resistance".

"Forget it~ If you don't want to go, don't want to go. I was in a good mood today, and I planned to talk about the Vanishing Curse..." McGonagall sighed and sat back on the office chair on the podium, like a wronged Dumbledore. .

The frustrated little eyes were exactly the same. It seemed that the vice-principal had learned a lot.

Vanishing spell?They know that this is also one of Cyrus' most curious spells at present, because the disappearing spell can really make objects disappear, not reverse summoning, nor space expulsion.

The Vanishing Curse that Professor McGonagall mentioned is the true sense of 'disappearing'.

"Professor~ I really didn't mean it...Maybe you can go to discuss it with Professor Flitwick in person, of course, you can also ask Hermione." Cyrus directly 'caused the water to the east'.

"Hmph, forget it, I'll go with you today." Professor McGonagall gritted his teeth with hatred, "But~ I was going to tell you some good news today, after all, you are my favorite student, but now... "

For Felius, she has nothing to say, isn't it because Cyrus' girlfriend belongs to Ravenclaw? !Why?Why can't Cyrus be Gryffindor?

Also...why would Cyrus be eaten to death by Hermione?Mag looked at the pair that gave her a headache, and seemed to think of some familiar combination.

'Since Cyrus was eaten to death by her, why isn't Hermione from Gryffindor! ! ' She questioned the sorting hat in her heart.

This is the N+1 time that she called the Sorting Hat an idiot.

"Good news? What good news?" Cyrus ran over in an instant, helping his beloved professor rub his shoulders, "Professor McGonagall~ You understand me, I have been taught the Transfiguration and Activation Curse by you, why? Will betray you?"

His girlfriend was terrifying, but Cyrus decided to deal with the predicament at hand first.

"About Quidditch..." McGonagall secretly opened his right eye and peeked at him, "Didn't Professor Sprout tell you? She left you some tickets for the Quidditch match "

Cyrus thanked Head Hufflepuff sincerely.

"But~ she doesn't have time, so I put it here... If you have time in summer vacation, I can take you there... It's a pity, since you don't like me, then you can go by yourself"

Provided they can find a way to go.

"How can it be~Professor...you are the best." Cyrus smiled, wishing he could turn into a cat and lie down on McGonagall's table.

"Okay...to be honest, let me ask you, who is a better teacher, Professor Flitwick or me?"

This question is not very difficult, but... it is also divided!At least Hermione was caught in a dilemma. For her, the two professors were very good, so it was very difficult.

Cyrus?It's okay, he's seen it a lot, he's used to it, he's been beaten by Gu Yi a lot...

"Of course it's Professor McGonagall!" He winked at Hermione, which made Hermione react and agree with her.

Of course, McGonagall knew that Cyrus and Hermione's answers were somewhat true, and before that, Felius told her the temporary arrangement for tonight, but she was simply unconvinced, so she asked this question on purpose.

As for why... of course it is to seize the vanguard later.

"Okay, let's go, I'll go and have a chat with your-h-h-hating--Professor Flitwick." McGonagall stood up and walked out of the classroom, and Cyrus returned to Hermione's side.

Now he was thinking of ways to make Hermione happy... Who told him to betray her immediately?And without thinking!Although Hermione knew that Cyrus would throw the blame, she didn't expect it to be so soon!

When Professor McGonagall held his head high and walked to the lawn with a victorious attitude.

"Are you finally here?" Professor Flitwick turned his back to them, his short body wrapped in gray wizard robes, the hem of which fluttered in the wind.

"Of course I'm here~ After all, I'm their favorite professor..."

"Humph" he snorted coldly.

"That's what they said"

Hearing this, Flitwick turned around in an instant. He pointed at Hermione and Cyrus with unbelievable trembling, as if he saw some traitor, and the professor took out his wand with his right hand.

With a slight flick, a green lightsaber emerged from the tip of the staff.

"Minerva! We agreed... Now Ravenclaw wins first!"

"We also agreed, today was originally my class...why should I give it to you?" Professor McGonagall dismissed the two of them aside, "You go to practice first, and I will give it to your Ravenclaw house first. Changzhi cures the waist!"

"duel?"

"duel!"

(Hermione: You betrayed me today!

Cyrus: Forced to be helpless~ Who knew that Professor McGonagall knew about this and deliberately did this...

Hermione: I don't care!Why are you slippery like a fox now?This is not good~

Cyrus: Don't...don't! ! )

.........Trivia

"Gublai Fairy Fire" is the highest-level flame and the only eternal fire in the world of Harry Potter. Its power is higher than that of Fiendfire, and the only user is Albus Dumbledore.

In the original book, Hermione used neither "flaming" nor "illumination spell" in her first grade, but blue bellflower flame, which is a bright blue flame that can burn in water. (Those who say they have no talent can give way)