The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After dancing under the stars, Hermione looked less angry, but still didn't talk much, just hugged Smaug with Cyrus,

Smaug was still having fun and breathing fire while they were dancing, and he didn't even bother to move when he was tired from playing.

The girl can't wait to bury her head in her chest, wearing small leather boots that are only fixed by a strap, rubbing against the ground non-stop

No matter what Cyrus said, she simply responded in a low voice, but it didn't stop him from leaning against her. The boy thought Hermione was still angry

But in fact the girl is just a little shy and speechless,

Although she was nicknamed the "Queen of Ravenclaw" because of her cold arrogance, she was a little shy when she danced her first dance in front of everyone.

Cyrus slowly got up from the bed at noon on the next Sunday, turned his head and looked out the window, February was entering spring, through the window sill of the Hufflepuff dormitory, he could see the grass and tall growth outside. Dandelion

Go to the auditorium with Cedric, who is also fresh out of bed.

In the auditorium, Cyrus was greeted by ridicule and ridicule from many people. He sat down and looked at the Ravenclaw table, but found no familiar figure.

This made him a little absent-minded when eating, and he lost his appetite for chicken legs and jam. Cyrus thought he was probably sick.

Thinking about some things that happened last night, he felt a little anxious, it was all Hagrid's fault, maybe Hermione was in the lounge, maybe in the library

Cyrus guessed, but he didn't go in those directions, and didn't go to find Hermione right away, because besides panic and anxiety, he was more puzzled

After taking a few casual bites, he ran out of the castle against the eyes of everyone.

The force is the connection between the two, he walked alone by the black lake enjoying the peace, and felt some tiny emotions of Hermione, which seemed to be almost the same as him

"Maybe she was a little scared yesterday?" Cyrus thought, a flat stone in front of him flew up and floated on the lake

He seemed to be doing nothing, looking at the crowds on the lawn behind him, he looked lonely by himself, and Cyrus kicked another stone into the lake

Boredom was the only thing he felt. If he didn't know what to do when Hermione wasn't around, could this be her punishment?

Cyrus thought wildly.

Suddenly feeling a darkness approaching, he turned around and slipped the magic wand in his sleeve into his hand, but it was Professor Quirrell who came over.

"Very vigilant, very...very good" He clapped his hands with a smile, and returned Cyrus' note from his robe, "I also...walk here too, let's walk together"

They wandered between the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, with Cyrus beside him, he could feel the conflict in each other's heart: calm and restless at the same time, and a little violent

"Your research on the soul is in place, but it's not... not enough." Quirrell's turban seems to have never been changed, and the garlic smell is still there, but not so strong. "There are... some small deviation"

"Is it offensive research?"

"Yes, we are wizards. The stronger the emotion, the greater its power." Professor Quirrell stammered as he explained black magic, "Do you know the Patronus Charm in white magic?"

"It is said that while using the Patronus Charm, the caster must remain intensely happy"

Cyrus felt that Quirrell was a bit strange today, but he answered honestly

"Yes... yes, black magic is the same as white magic. Most people have certain misunderstandings about black magic, but in fact? Hehe, they are essentially the same usage"

Quirrell turned his head slightly, observing the students who were thinking,

"In fact, there are two extreme emotions. When learning the Patronus Charm, you must have the happiest thing in your heart; when using the Killing Curse, you must retain strong hatred."

"The two can be used for different purposes"

"The death curse is used correctly, and it can also play a protective role, can't it?" Quirrell continued, "Cyrus, you are my favorite student, and I don't want a genius to be given by the world. assimilation..."

Cyrus opened his mouth to say something, but the other person seemed to know what he was going to say next

"Can black magic pollute people's minds? Let me tell you a secret, Professor Snape created the black magic second only to the Unforgivable Curse when he was a student"

Looking at the boy who was thinking, Quirrell smiled with satisfaction

The two walked to the opposite side of a huge willow tree, stopped for a while, and then walked back. This is a whooping willow, and it was taken care of by their own dean, Professor Sprout.

What Quirrell and Cyrus said today is different from the previous theoretical discussions. It is more like Quirrell is imparting his own ideas. They separated when they walked near the greenhouse.

"I still have some things to do, so I will come here first." Quirrell pointed at the Forbidden Forest with some embarrassment, "I have improved some of your notes, you can take a look at them when you have time."

Said and went away

Quirrell's words made Cyrus think a little bit. Maybe he read the contents of the notes and disagreed with his ideas in some places, but what he said was not unreasonable.

"It's a genius...to be able not to be dazzled by black magic"

Quirrell, who walked away, seemed to be having a conversation with someone in a low voice, "Yes, master"

"Quirrell...you said it very well, so that he can let go of his guard against the dark arts...It's a pity that such a character is a Mudblood...but it doesn't matter, as long as he can fall into our arms.. .can pardon his parentage"

"I just... narrate the master's teaching to me completely." Quirrell's figure seemed a little humble

"Not bad...not bad...he has a deep insight into the soul, maybe...can help me better...Dumbledore...hehehe..."

"Everything according to your instructions..."

.........

After parting with Quirrell, the bored Cyrus could only go back to the library. He just wanted to find something to do, but he just happened to meet an old man when he passed by the stairs. incomparable statue door

"Professor Dumbledore?"

When he heard the response, he turned around slowly, "Ah~ it's Cyrus", he greeted with a smile

"Professor, the runes you gave us will be of great help to us," Cyrus said sincerely.

However, Dumbledore just waved his hand, and he didn't care about his book. His blue eyes looked at Cyrus for a while, and when the other party was about to leave, he spoke slowly:

"Cyrus, come in and sit down if you can."

This sentence scared him a lot, thinking that Professor Dumbledore knew about their carnival last night, and followed Dumbledore with a feeling of uneasiness

"Lemon Sherbet"

The two statues step aside, revealing the passage behind.

"By the way, Christmas fruit candies are delicious." Dumbledore, who walked ahead, felt Cyrus' uneasy mood, so he opened his mouth to relax the atmosphere

"It reminds me of my youth in France"

These words really diverted the boy's attention, "Professor, have you eaten the candy outside?"

"Of course~ I also like sweets"

There are quite a few steps from the second floor to the eighth floor, and they climbed for a while before arriving at the principal's office

Cyrus looked at everything around him curiously. Various objects were placed on the ground around him, some of which were crystal lamps in the shape of buildings; there was a huge arch in the middle, and some metal objects were placed on the small arches on both sides. instrument

As they passed the archway, the surrounding portraits were obscured by the lowered curtain.

The desk was lined with outlandish silverware, and behind the claw-legged desk, on a small shelf, was the sorting hat he wore when he started school.

"Sit down and have some candy? Heaps of cockroaches, one of my favorite sweets." Dumbledore looked casual, as if he was entertaining guests to his home

Looking at the cockroach-shaped candy in the bowl, Cyrus was a little terrified, and floated one with the force, and he could still see its swaying legs

"Wonderful silent spell." Dumbledore took one out of the bowl and threw it into his mouth, "Well, you can try it."

The professor mistakenly thought that he was using the Noiseless Wand Levitation Charm, and was feeling the talent of the student in front of him.

Seeing that Dumbledore was eating deliciously, Cyrus pinched one and put it in his mouth. He even tried ambergris, why didn't he dare to try the strange-looking candy?

"Hmm... chocolate sauce?" He felt the syrup from the candy bursting, and suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong with this cockroach candy, except that its appearance was too wicked

The old man looked playful, happy that someone finally recognized his pile of cockroaches, so he grabbed a handful and put them in the boy's hand

After clapping their hands, a glass of iced lemon juice appeared in front of the two of them.

"Cyrus, are you studying black magic?" Dumbledore hesitated for a long time, and finally said this sentence, he observed the other party

"Yes... yes, Professor..." Cyrus was a little afraid to look at Dumbledore, after all he knew that what he did was beyond his age, "I'm just doing research"

"I know, don't be too nervous... Take a sip of iced drink" Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, he was still a little worried that Cyrus would have negative emotions, "Well... I'm the headmaster, so sometimes I check the library books"

The cool taste and sweet and sour taste of lemon juice made him relax

"So have you and Professor Quirrell made any good progress in this regard? If you can, treat it as a small request to me"

"Yes, we analyzed some black magic..."

Cyrus didn't think too much about Principal Dumbledore's question, because black magic is really not a good thing. After studying for a long time, he found that black magic has too strong a negative emotional impact

"...some soul-related black magic contaminates the user"

Dumbledore nodded, suddenly he saw Cyrus' necklace, pointed at the void with his wand, and the wing pendant was lit up, "So what do you think about black magic?"

Cyrus, who was discovered by the old man, blushed a little, and threw a bunch of cockroaches into his mouth

"It's not as good as runes in terms of use, but it can make a person stronger quickly... It's a bit tasteless, the upper limit is not as high as runes"

Listening to Cyrus' summary, Dumbledore was a little relieved, but also a little speechless

The black magic that was regarded as a treasure by the previous Dark Lord was like a tasteless existence in the eyes of the boy.

"Can I have a look at your notes? Just bring them next time." Dumbledore said calmly. He didn't want Cyrus to go down the road of no return. "If you want, I can give you some pointers." place"

"Professor, I just brought it with me today" and handed over the note

Cyrus knew that Dumbledore was the most powerful white wizard in the magic world, but it didn't mean that this kind old man didn't know what black magic was. Being able to defeat two black magicians, his attainments were of course extremely high

"Oh~ let me see"

Dumbledore opened his notes, his expression was a little strange at first, and he became a little surprised at the end. He wrote with a magic quill, but he didn't take the opportunity to cross out some content

Then he handed it back to Cyrus, and said in a complicated way: "You and Granger can find me in places where you don't understand runes or black magic, but remember, don't try to understand black magic in depth alone. Nature"

"Understood, thank you Professor" Cyrus took back the notebook happily and was about to leave when he heard Dumbledore ask:

"When was your confinement?"

"Hagrid said it was the beginning of March." Both he and Harry were a little speechless, the punishment at the beginning of the school year has been delayed until now

Dumbledore nodded, indicating that Cyrus could leave, he sat on the chair weakly, took a sip of lemon juice, thinking about what he had just read in Cyrus' book

But he couldn't tell Cyrus, otherwise his life would be threatened.

"Quirrell...Quirinas Quirrell..." Of course he remembered him, the clever kid who was submissive and timid when he was a student,

If he didn't remember Quirrell, how could he propose to him the invitation to teach the Black Magic Defense course...

Dumbledore stared blankly at a plant-shaped silverware on the table.

"I'm sorry, Quirrell...I'm really sorry..."

(There are two more chapters to add)