The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Make your choice...Will you resist passionately, or obey silently..."

This was Hermione's choice in the face of the infinite multiverse, left by Palpatine before he left. He seemed to believe that Hermione was not destined to be ordinary, and this choice has been bothering her.

Not so noble, but in the face of suffering and mistakes, there is always someone who has to stand up, and Hermione has her own choice...

"Honey, you're strangling me..."

"What... what?"

Hermione was lying behind Cyrus at this time, but she pressed all her strength up, her hands hooked his neck from behind, and she remembered that she was still lying on the grass just now.

The chestnut hair was intertwined with each other, and her face was close to her face, and Hermione's other leg was still straddling him, looking extremely attached.

"Did you dream about anything?" Cyrus stretched her hooked arms while she was still in a trance, "Maybe you can teach divination instead of Professor Trelawney...I believe she would be very happy."

Umbridge's grading table came out. Except for Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, who couldn't find any shortcomings, many professors have been 'censored' to varying degrees.

Both Trelawney and Hagrid were deemed 'failing'.

"Aren't they here yet?" Hermione turned over and lay on her back on the grass, "Today is the first formal teaching session."

"By the way, tomorrow is Sunday, and I'm going to Snape's office... This month's wolfbane potion has already come out." He propped himself up, and sat back on the stone steps, "With Harry leading the way, they don't will get lost"

The whole site was modified from the horseman's bow and arrow range, and there were all kinds of iron spears and bows on both sides of the fence.

To be honest, Cyrus is really grateful to the centaur, but before that, he also reminded his friends not to act weird when they meet the centaur.

Here's what he advises: "Just treat them like normal people...don't try too hard"

When Hermione was still immersed in the memories of her dream, soft footsteps sounded from behind, and she turned her head to see that Harry, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and the Weasley twins had all arrived.

Although they had come down once before, led by Cyrus and Hermione, they couldn't help but marvel.

"Sit whatever you want... how about it?"

Waiting until [-] o'clock in the evening, dozens of people arrived one after another. Perhaps Smaug, who was in charge of the gate, was too scary. When many witches walked over, their faces were pale.

"Can't we change the method?" Lisa gripped her chest and complained heavily, "Every time I come in, a super-sized Norwegian Ridgeback has to look closely..."

"Just get used to it." Hermione handed her a mint, which Cyrus didn't like.

At the other end of the venue was a stepped stand, on which everyone sat, and in front of them were the former president and vice president, who did not question the leaders because it was their idea.

It was very quiet here, and there was a sound of horseshoes stepping on the stone slabs in the distance from time to time, and the hearts of the wizards naturally calmed down.

"Let's think about it...you should write down what you are good at first." Cyrus turned the prepared note into a paper crane and flew in front of everyone, and when he finished writing, he flew back automatically.

"What should we learn—I mean, how to fight those Death Eaters?" Ernie said excitedly, raising his hand.

"Divided into two groups, Jedi (Jedi) and Sith (Sith)" Hermione said calmly, "Cyrus and I led the practice respectively, but this is about spells...others are in charge of others"

"What's the difference?" Zacharias yelled suspiciously.

"The former is about the use of spells, while the latter is about power..." Cyrus pursed his lips, looking a little displeased, "Neville, Harry, Ron, George and Fred... .You guys come up!"

"Mandy, Lisa, Padma, Fawcett... come here." Hermione also picked her companions.

He picked out a few people in the Eagle Claw court who were outstanding in actual combat, including Cedric, and Qiu gave him an encouraging look.

Neville walked forward with a silly smile, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Follow the paper cranes...they will take you to where you are good at." He divided the crowd into two parts. "Simple spells can often change the details of the battle and determine success or failure even more."

He motioned for Cedric to use the transfiguration technique. Under everyone's curious eyes, senior Cedric turned a stone into a bear, and ran towards Cyrus roaring.

"Need to break up? No..."

While explaining, Cyrus pointed at the shape-shifting creature with the Alder Wood Charm, and the black bear was suspended in the air as if weightless.

"Use the least amount of energy to solve the attack cleverly, this is what I want to give you." The wizards on Cyrus' side have one thing in common, that is, they are flexible in movement or are not good at casting more complex spells.

Mainly Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

Like Angelina and Aaliyah, they are the Chasers.

Seeing that Cyrus nodded, Neville stood on tiptoe and excitedly transformed a sharp blade with his wand, cutting the immobile bear in half and turning it into two pieces of rubble.

"Look here! When the enemy's strength is not much different, you should use powerful force to suppress the opponent, so as to gain the upper hand." Hermione shouted not to be outdone, and chopped up a black iron spear with just a cutting curse. .

On her side, almost all wizards involved a wide range of spells, mainly Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

"Neville is in charge of your swordsmanship, and the three Weasley brothers are in charge of your spell use and transfiguration...Harry, you first teach you what you are good at...the disarming spell? How about it?" Cyrus made the arrangements.

"Swordsmanship? What's the use of that?" Wayne was a little puzzled.

"Many attacks can be avoided, especially at close range. I will tell you how to use the sword style to attack and defend later..."

As they practiced, Cyrus circled around trying to correct and make comments, and George and Fred told them how the "light saber" came out instead of just yelling 'blaze'.

Fortunately, many people have read Cyrus' "The Theory of Spells", so it didn't take too much time to change the magic power of the spell.

When Justin held his long, thick wand and unleashed the yellow lightsaber, he swung it around excitedly, pretending to be a knight, and accidentally burned a section of Colin's hair.

Cyrus stood under an old tree, watching them practice from afar, and after a while, Hermione came over.

"Why are you so obsessed with 'Sith'?" He leaned against the tree trunk with his hands behind his back, only using his heels to support his body, "Hermione~ I said...that's not good..."

"Where there is a light side, there is a dark side...it's not an attachment." Hermione bumped him with the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Besides, my focus is on resistance, not the 'Sith' you mentioned."

This is the truth~

Hermione's Sith is not what Cyrus said...it's her own 'Sith'.

Passionate, triumphant, her faith in Cyrus and the world...