The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Haha, the second cyberpunk: edge runner, now I'm a cyberpsychopath)

Professor Binns' full name was only mentioned by himself by chance, named Binns Cuthbert, and he had already begun to delve into history when Hogwarts was founded.

He used to brag to Cyrus that he was always praised by Salazar Slytherin, who had invited him to be Professor of History of Magic.

Therefore, as the oldest person in this magic school, it is normal to know some rumors and secrets.

"If it is confirmed by Professor Binns, then most of them are true." Professor McGonagall sat by the window and said slowly, looking at the Quidditch field outside.

"I will step up patrols at night"

Sitting opposite her was Cyrus. Professor McGonagall was a little surprised that he suddenly came to his office on Saturday, but the other party conveyed to her the chat with Binns yesterday.

"Do you want me to help? I have made a lot of chess pieces recently..." Cyrus scratched his head embarrassingly

"No need." Professor McGonagall pushed the small fish biscuit in front of him, and glared at him by the way, "I will let the stone statue patrol the second and third floors at night."

"But if there are any rumored creatures, the stone statues are not of much use, are they?"

"I just need to ensure the safety of the students and confirm the authenticity of the legend..." Professor McGonagall half-supported his elbows, looked at Cyrus, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"I also conveyed the news to Professor Sprout this morning. Hermione and Professor Flitwick said it, only..."

Cyrus poured the black tea into their cups, and it was steaming. Mag shook his head and took his words.

"Severus? Pomona will tell him..." Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, "Well... do you know that the Hogwarts position is cursed?"

"You mean...that man?" Cyrus paused, but still didn't say his full name, he didn't want to bring the matter to Professor McGonagall

"That's right ~ Little Cyrus...you can say your full name in front of me." Mag nodded slightly, "It is rumored that he made every teacher not teach for more than one year."

"Before that too?"

"That's right, I've changed a lot before, and sometimes there are even vacancies there, no one dares to take it"

The salty, spicy and crispy taste of the pretzels aroused Cyrus's appetite. He was thinking about Voldemort's curse, which might be more about the curse of fate.

Whether it is the influence of reality or other coincidences, every teacher can just leave before the end of the year, whether it is voluntary or mandatory.

"There is also Myrtle from more than 50 years ago. She was also murdered, but this time it started with Mrs. Norris"

"Myrtle...that child of Ravenclaw..." McGonagall, who was flipping through "The Hobbit", suddenly became sad, "She...she is the only one in Hogwarts Student ghost, alas"

Obviously, Professor Binns Cuthbert also didn't want a second student ghost to be born this time, so he strongly criticized the falsity of the story.

As he said, it is enough for Hogwarts to have a student ghost, this is a warning!

"At least you can ask her to shrink the rumored creature." Cyrus looked at the biscuit that was about to disappear reluctantly, "at least it is above xxxx level."

Professor McGonagall nodded, allowing the fire to burn brighter, and the office was opened again.

In the front was Professor Flitwick, Dean Sprout was covered in mud as if he had just returned from the Whomping Willow, and Snape had a daily gloomy face.

In the end, Hermione followed them obediently, holding the book with her head down.

"All here? Sit down and talk"

Mag stretched his waist, waved his hands, and added a few sofa chairs in front of the fireplace, forming an arc facing the fireplace.

But this time, Cyrus and Hermione just sat side by side honestly, not daring to make any small moves... What are you kidding, this is a meeting of the four deans!

As soon as Snape took his seat, he began to jeer.

"I thought Dumbledore would come...seems like he's still busy eating honey fudge" He also gave Cyrus a sideways look, "Oh, by the way, there's no cockroach pile here"

"Hmph, there is more than one professor in Hogwarts who can make resurrection potions." Professor Sprout turned his head and stared at Snape.

But Snape could only grin at Cyrus twice, and honestly closed his mouth.

The master of potions is very powerful, but the herb grower is even more powerful. He can't afford to offend Professor Sprout at school, let alone the other party's famous protection.

"We're not here to hear your whining." Flitwick took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Severus, you can't just because you can't be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Just spread the fire on the others"

So angry?Why not go to Dumbledore for trouble?

Seeing the sarcasm of the other three deans, Professor Snape's face twitched.

When did Cyrus and Granger become group favorites?

"Dumbledore has been stalked by Lockhart recently." Professor McGonagall added black tea to several people, "I heard that he wants to apply for... the Dueling Club in the name of the Chamber of Secrets?"

While talking, help Cyrus add dried fish... This is one of her favorite snacks recently.

"Duel Club?" Dean Flitwick almost leveled his teacup, "This little bastard... ahhh!"

Hermione watched the dean suddenly lose his temper, and it was rare to swear in front of the students.

"Okay, Felius, let's take turns patrolling these few nights... Treat it as a test of the stone statue." Professor McGonagall sighed, Pomona was still the most stable.

"Then I want to test the latest dwarf army!" Flitwick took out a stack of manuscripts from behind, and waved to Hermione and Cyrus, "I have to say, dwarves are too suitable for me."

The four deans began to listen to the news that the two little ones had received from Professor Binns. Even Snape just arched his hands, resting on the tip of his nose, and lowered his head slightly.

"Then Severus and I will prepare some potions." Professor Sprout elbowed Snape beside him, "Huh?"

Snape didn't bite anyone he caught, at least in Hogwarts, almost all the wizards he recognized were in this office.

"Understood." He leaned slowly to the other side, "It's just the resurrection potion, as long as you look at Lockhart and don't let him bother me."

Unlike others, he was holding a book to pass the time. The bored Snape could only recite the knowledge in his head, and carefully looked at Cyrus and Hermione.

The professor's bleak gaze made Hermione a little uneasy, and she couldn't help leaning closer to Cyrus.

When he glanced at Cyrus' sky blue eyes, his mind went blank as usual.

It was so similar, as calm as Dumbledore, but with a little more clarity and kindness in it, which made him look away quickly, and Snape thought it was Dumbledore who had drunk Polyjuice Potion.

"In the next few days, your duel training will come to an end..." Professor Flitwick curled up in the chair, "I didn't expect Binns to know so much."

"He's the same age as the school grade." Snape spoke very briefly, "Miss Granger, you can ask Myrtle about the situation..."

"No problem" Hermione replied, and took the small dried fish handed by Cyrus, um...the taste is not bad?

And Cyrus was looking forward to it, and looked at the four deans with some entanglement. He couldn't let him do nothing, could he?Better if not asked.

He'd be happy to lie there, too, as long as Hermione didn't drag him to the girls' bathroom.

"Little Cyrus, come and help me." Professor McGonagall looked at the professors who didn't speak, and was ecstatic. "Don't you want to learn my Transfiguration?"

Hearing this, Hermione became a little stiff, and could only drink tea to hide her staring eyes.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration wow!Damn Snape! !Hermione had never hated him so much, and for the first time, it was Snape who made her miss a precious opportunity.

"Okay! I happen to be here, so that means you are assisting us—two—" Flitwick emphasized the last number.

And Professor Sprout quietly watched the quarrel between Minerva and Felius, heh~ I didn't expect Hufflepuff to produce such a person.

beat!fight!Professor Sprout was on fire.

Snape was just bad-tempered, not stupid. Looking at Minerva and Felius, it was not difficult to guess that they wanted the two little wizards to inherit something.

inherit?Snape laughed at himself inwardly. He found that there seemed to be nothing to inherit other than the potion notes.

Based on Granger's talent in potions alone, his notes only shortened the time it took for her to become a potions master.

Cyrus?Forget it, just use his troll head to get past Minerva and Felius' difficulties first... right?He seemed to remember that there was another Dumbledore

Thinking of this, Snape finally felt a little happier.