The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Harry was morose for the rest of the lesson.

And Hermione was the second to master it. Within 10 minutes, under the guidance of the love-hate Snape, she mastered the Silent Iron Armor Curse and resisted Cyrus' Silent Flock of Birds.

The first, of course, was Cyrus, thanks to the magic wand.

"Teach me!" Mandy glanced at Cyrus apologetically, and dragged Hermione aside, "Little angel~ Let me borrow from your Hermione, if I don't fully master a spell before get out of class is over, lah Winclaw is in trouble."

Look at Gryffindor next door, that's what happens.

In order for Ravenclaw not to be deducted points, Hermione could only go off in person, and teach them some simple spells to practice based on Cyrus's previous skills of practicing silent spells.

Cyrus could only walk up to the resentful Harry and watch him practice the Iron Armor Charm.

"Forget it, you know Snape likes to target you..." Ron said, "Isn't that what Potions class used to be like? 'Harry, crush this slug for me~'"

While imitating Snape's potions teaching, he was thinking of some little jinxes in his mind.

"No, it's more than that! You don't understand!" Seeing Draco imitating himself dangling in mid-air, Harry blushed and shouted, "It seems that you have studied well? How about the two of us Practice?!"

"Probably revenge..."

Cyrus remembered the look in Snape's eyes, it was a kind of joy after a big revenge had been avenged.

But when Harry saw Severus Snape, he wished he could take a detour, so how could he offend him?In connection with what Lupine had said, it was clear that Snape had credited Harry for James Potter.

"Revenge?" Ron was a little unclear.

"It's my father..." Harry clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and whispered to himself, "What a virtue, it's no different!"

His voice was too low, and with the noise around him, only Cyrus, who was standing next to him, heard Harry swearing, and in fact, Harry was swearing at two people.

"Who does the old bat look like?"

"Oh... I'm so sorry?" Harry laughed self-deprecatingly, "I saw it when I was practicing Occlumency... What Snape did to me was what my father did to him." do it all over again”

But even so, Harry stared at the back of the other party.

I can't wait to have a dagger covered in poisonous blades in my hand, stabbing towards his waist... My heart is full of grievances and puzzles, as well as the anger of being humiliated in public.

It was James Potter who did the wrong thing, what does that have to do with Harry Potter? !

"Look at him, hasn't he become the person he hates the most?" Harry said to his friend, using this kind of ridicule to dissolve the bitterness in his heart.

Even, Snape said to him mockingly: Now you know how disgusting your father is... He can understand, but the annoying thing is, Snape didn't say anything, as if nothing happened.

In the eyes of others, this is an ordinary display.

But in fact, among all the people, only Harry understood, and he couldn't refute after being framed to death.

"Then you don't want to be that kind of person... chant and belief"

"what?"

Harry was a little confused by Cyrus' jumpy words, he was still comforting before, but then he suddenly started to say something like teaching without beginning and ending.

"I mean the heart of the silent spell..."

Chant the mantra in your heart, and hold the belief contained in the mantra, such as the Iron Armor Curse, while shouting the mantra in your heart, you must also strengthen the belief in 'protection'.

The difficulty of silent mantra lies in the combination of mouth and heart.

"I knew it would be like this, I should have learned the silent spell from you before." Harry successfully blocked Ron's Weak Legs Curse, but he didn't feel any joy. He waved his wand irritably to disperse the barrier.

Maybe it was the first time I tried the Silent Iron Armor Curse, the power was not very strong, it just made Ron stagger.

"At least you don't have to worry anymore, this will happen again." Cyrus looked at the timetable, it was Hagrid's Protection of Magical Creatures class in the afternoon, thank God, it was not Potions class at last.

Everyone must fully master a silent black magic, or a silent defense spell.

After Snape watched next to each duo, making sure they hadn't cheated, that they weren't muttering spells in a low voice, they dismissed everyone from get out of class, and Snape didn't look him in the eye after that.

If he could, Harry would have liked to hold his collar and talk to him.

It seemed that in that 'demonstration' (actually a duel), it was not Harry Potter who lost, but the dead James Potter, but the more this happened, the more disgusted and resentful Harry became.

In the last two classes in the afternoon, Hermione was in Potions class. When they were in the hall on the first floor, the two separated temporarily.

There are not many people in the Protection of Magical Creatures class. To be honest, they can be counted with two hands, because there are very few occupations and positions that require this certificate. Second, the animal knowledge learned is not very useful.

Out of a hundred Hufflepuffs, one Newman is considered too many.

"Welcome!" Hagrid stood in front of the stone house a long time ago, and he was very enthusiastic about the arrival of Cyrus, "By the way, George and Fred's 'baby' has arrived...the only drawback is that it is a little small "

He led Cyrus, who was here first, into the house.

Hagrid lay prone on the ground, upside down under the huge hard bed, and finally hooked out a leather case with an umbrella, like a portable suitcase or briefcase.

This is the 'baby' that Cyrus has been longing for, and it was also entrusted to George and Fred that day.

In fact, it is not small. For Hagrid, if it is not customized, there is probably no suitcase in the world that can fit him.

"How much space is there inside?" Cyrus stroked the exterior lightly, not disliking the dust on it at all.

"I heard it's a little smaller than Professor Newman's, but it's no problem to hold Smaug, but why did you suddenly think about this?" Hagrid watched him eagerly open the box with a puzzled expression on his face.

Cyrus stood in the open box, but his feet were on a wooden ladder, and then he slowly disappeared from Hagrid's vision.

After a while, the sound seemed to come from under the ground.

"There is no room for magical animals at home!!"

(Tsk, I said it was hydrology, but there was no water today...)