The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Part of the reason for writing extra episodes is actually to explain the characters and abilities

For example, why can the protagonist use the Force?In the Marvel chapter)

Mandrake is an important part of most magical antidote. Although it has poisonous and hallucinogenic parts inside, it is an antidote in the hands of wizards.

"So my cat was just petrified?!" screamed Filch, wiping away the tears on his dirty sleeve. "Thank you so much... thank you..."

Argus Filch, in the impression of other wizards, is just a weirdo who likes to punish students, wandering around every night

But Cyrus has no grievances with him, and the deepest impression is that Filch took the two of them to Hagrid for confinement last semester.

Now it looks more like a janitor who is so lonely that he can only have a cat for company.

"Yes, maybe..." Cyrus caressed Mrs. Norris, who had always maintained her fried hair

"Maybe I can develop potions!" Lockhart accepted the words with a smile on his face. "Believe me, I have prepared it no less than a hundred times. I am quite good at this kind of potion that cures black magic."

Lockhart in the surrounding photos was also nodding in agreement.

"Mandrake? What kind of potion can you make?" Ron couldn't stand Lockhart's silence for a moment, so he chatted with Harry,

However, Harry just gave him a surprised look, he didn't understand how Ron thought he and Neville would know?

"You brains fooled by the screams of the mandrake, why don't you ask the -smart-smart-Professor Lockhart?" Snape pressed the heads of the two and pushed them aside.

"Maybe he will kindly tell you that this is the resurrection potion..."

"Sorry~" Professor Snape stared at Lockhart with poisonous eyes, "I am the potions professor in this school."

Ron, who watched Lockhart obediently shut up, told Harry quietly: Snape is definitely proving that he is more suitable for Defense Against the Dark Arts class than him

Cyrus also thinks so, Snape is a wizard who created his own black magic, and in some ways he is much better than Lockhart

Looking at Lockhart who was forced to retreat by the momentum, Cyrus finally turned his head and returned Norris to the administrator Filch.

"Thank you...Mr. Cyrus..." Filch looked a little flattered, and took his own Norris, "You see the writing on the wall...you must...you must know that I am a... .”

Maybe it was Cyrus' ordinary politeness and respect that made him feel better, but Filch still turned his head and stared angrily at Harry and his party with red eyes from crying.

"Know I'm a Squib!!"

"Argus, of course Harry and the others don't have these abilities." Dumbledore shook his head and retorted, "This kind of damage of the nature of black magic cannot be used by the second grader."

"We will treat it well, Mr. Filch, you go down and rest first."

For the victim of this sudden incident, Cyrus patiently supported him towards the door, which made Harry heave a sigh of relief, and glanced at Cyrus gratefully

Filch just turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Norris who was placed on the table, hunched over, muttering "I'm just a Squib" and "It must be the group of night swimmers"

Squib?Unlike Harry standing there with a puzzled face, Cyrus is familiar with the history of magic, so he naturally knows that 'squib' refers to a wizard who cannot use spells.

Unlike Muggles, this small number of people only come from wizarding families.

"So, Potter, why didn't you attend the Halloween banquet?" Snape did not know when he walked to a corner where the candlelight couldn't reach, "It's too coincidental, isn't it?"

"That's because we went to the Deathday Party." Harry felt his teeth itch to Snape who brought up the topic again, "You can ask Nick them!"

"The living can't eat ghost food..."

"That's because we're not hungry!" Ron retorted just as his stomach groaned, and Neville was covering his face in embarrassment.

Dumbledore straightened up, his blue eyes glowing slightly in the candlelight, but he said firmly, "As long as it can't be proven, it's innocent, Severus"

This surprised Cyrus on the side, and Dumbledore started to speak in an official tone, which made Snape in the shadows silent

"Since you have nothing to do with the incident, go back... Cyrus, you stay here" Dumbledore said to them.

Afterwards, Professor Sprout went to prepare the herbal medicine, and left with Mrs. Norris in his arms, while Professor Flitwick simply felt that it was boring, and nodded to Cyrus before leaving

McGonagall, standing behind Cyrus, looked at Dumbledore with slightly squinted eyes. No matter what Dumbledore wanted to do, she just hoped that Cyrus would not be involved

"I happen to have something else..." Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, "Let's go to the principal's office together later."

She is the vice-principal of Hogwarts, and it is her basic responsibility to protect the safety of students. She was a little annoyed by the matter between Quirrell and Harry last semester.

Professor McGonagall looked angrily at the old and young like the Riddler, and Dumbledore nodded helplessly, obviously this time he couldn't escape.

"I have some ideas about the next course..." Lockhart yawned, "This time it tells us that we need some preparations"

"I will tell you when the resurrection potion is ready"

Snape just said something dry and left the office immediately, looking at the pictures on the wall in disgust. For him, this office really polluted his eyes.

So Cyrus was sandwiched between the principal and the vice-principal, and some portraits in the corridor looked at this scene with interest, thinking: Has this kid committed some serious crimes?

They came to the principal's office on the eighth floor from the entrance on the third floor

"You don't have to hide anything, just tell me." Mag found a seat and sat down, looking at the two people who were looking at each other. "This matter is definitely not just a simple matter of malicious revenge on Argus."

Dumbledore pushes the snack bowl full of roaches between himself and Cyrus

"Black magic with a petrified nature." Cyrus stuffed a cockroach into Professor McGonagall's disdainful gaze, "I haven't found any related poisonous curses and curses yet."

"Where did you know this black magic knowledge?" Professor McGonagall turned his gaze to Dumbledore

"He studied under the guidance of Quirrell last semester." Dumbledore smiled, "Minerva, don't worry."

Professor McGonagall's brows relaxed a lot, but he still looked at the boy beside him seriously, and opened his mouth a few times, but it finally turned into an exclamation.

"What else did you find?" Dumbledore did not question, but asked like a chat between friends

"This attack is probably targeting some specific groups of people... What is the Chamber of Secrets?" Cyrus thought of the handwriting

"Specific..." Headmaster Dumbledore half-supported his elbows, "I thought of a legend in Hogwarts, when I was a professor"

"How could such a non-existent thing be possible?" Professor McGonagall would rather think that the person came back again,

"Minerva, in many cases, legends can be used by those who want to... Anyway, it's about Salazar Slytherin, the founder. Legend has it that only the heir can open the secret room he built"

Chamber of Secrets?Cyrus thought of the active unknown being

"Where is that secret room?"

"No one knows." Mag took a sip of hot tea, "This castle is older than anyone else, and what some night-walking wizards have found is only a small part of countless secrets."

"But even so, I hope you don't slump like Potter"

Professor McGonagall looked at Principal Dumbledore with warning eyes while speaking.

Dumbledore hammered his waist, nodded quickly, and said, "If there is anything, remember to tell us in time..."

He didn't want Minerva to be really angry, and he was waiting for her to take more care of her before retiring...

After Cyrus left, Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, she couldn't figure out what Dumbledore was thinking

"Albus! If it's really related to that incident, you shouldn't drag the students into it." McGonagall was not just for Cyrus, "This is much worse than last semester!"

"Minerva, no matter how the enemies in the dark make trouble, I will not let the lives of the students be in danger, at least when I am around."

Headmaster Dumbledore turned around to the kindness and kindness before, with blue eyes like cold gems, he turned his head to look at the Sorting Hat snoring on the wooden shelf behind him, and then picked up the letter on the table

It was sent to him by Arthur Weasley before, and it contained a report on Malfoy Manor.

"As long as you have an idea, I will pay attention to the students"

"Please, Minerva"

Vice-principal Minerva McGonagall is a bit sad, she only hopes that this time it's just some bad student out of revenge

Chamber of Secrets?I just wish it was a legend and not history.

It wasn't until McGonagall left that Dumbledore opened the envelope and began to read the contents. Fawkes beside him went somewhere, perhaps preparing for Nirvana

'Lucius Malfoy...hope this has nothing to do with you'

Dumbledore threw it back casually, and when the letter fell to the ground, there was only a mass of ashes left, and was finally brought into the fireplace, where it merged with the ashes.