The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Being hostile by one person, Malfoy will fight back, being hostile by a group of people, Malfoy will dismiss him, but what about being hostile by three academies?Malfoy was a little afraid to go out.

While walking on the road, one must always be on guard against the big dung eggs flying from an unknown direction in the next second.

"Harry is the only Parseltongue!" Malfoy yelled unbearably, his face flushed extremely red, he was angry.

"Are we fools? Harry at least won't gloat like you. We'd rather believe that you are the heir of Slytherin than Harry."

Two unknown little badgers casually tossed the big dung eggs sponsored by the Weasley twins for free.

"Weasley big dung egg, as long as your target is Malfoy and others, then you will get the friendly sponsorship of two big dung eggs every day"

"Don't get complacent too early!" Pansy yelled while holding Draco in hiding. After the two ran into the Black Snake Club on the fourth floor, they never came out again.

"Oh~ yes, coward, if you dare to stick out the snake's head, we will cut it off!"

When Malfoy told these things to his prefect, Gemma Farley said this:

"Malfoy, as a qualified Slytherin, you should learn to be patient... You can't let the prefects handle everything. Do you want to take off the whole Slytherin and go into the water?"

Gemma Farley said with a half-smile, while raising the severity of the matter, she also singled out Malfoy and the others.

Tell him succinctly and clearly that if the prefect comes forward, it will no longer be a simple personal revenge, but a dispute between the colleges, and Malfoy will be the center of the whole incident.

Therefore, they only deducted five points for those colleges, and left under the resentful eyes of Malfoy and others.

When many things were reported to Headmaster Dumbledore who had just returned to school, Dumbledore just lightly warned them and threw them to Hagrid for confinement.

The most important thing for him now is to meet the difficulties of the school director and the Ministry of Magic, and about Cyrus.

Dumbledore didn't want Cyrus to be obsessed with strength and go astray in the end because of some things. This would not be worth the loss, so he would pretend to pass by more time, and then chat with Cyrus for a while.

One night, when Cyrus waited until his friends were fast asleep, he quietly got up from the bed, and the golden and white astral body roamed through the walls of the castle.

Because of the nature of the astral body, the stone statues on the night watch cannot see him.

Cyrus just walked aimlessly through the corridor, making some portraits who hadn't fallen asleep gasp, because they hadn't seen a ghost of this color before.

"Mr... Cyrus?!"

Filch, who had just come out of the prize showroom on the fourth floor, was startled when he saw Cyrus passing through the wall, and couldn't help shaking his hand holding the lantern.

He lost his mind in an instant.

"God...God, another one died so soon?" Filch trembled with his arms.

Looking at Cyrus' astral body, Filch was a little frightened, and then turned to sadness, eyes half-closed, and kept sobbing.

"Merlin...why..." Filch looked sad at the few wizards who treated him equally.

Except for Headmaster Dumbledore, the other professors were more or less disgusted, and even Professor Flitwick felt sorry for Filch.

His only impression of Cyrus is:

Good student, doesn't travel at night, maybe just a few times, and has never been caught by him, loved by professors, treats people equally, and likes cats.

Such a fit, Argus Filch once wondered if Cyrus was the reincarnation of Hufflepuff.

"Mr. Filch, I'm not dead yet." Cyrus said helplessly, his voice was ethereal and clear.

"Not dead? But... I have seen your soul." He wiped away his tears in a panic. Filch remembered Mrs. Norris, and then asked:

"How is my Lady Norris?"

"When the mandrakes mature in April, they will be saved"

After getting the exact answer, Filch breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a lot. He carefully looked at the astral body that was different from the ghost, and was a little fascinated by the little stars that emanated from Cyrus.

The diffuse spot of light around Cyrus is like Neptune 45 billion kilometers away.

"Excuse me, have you heard any movement? It's like a snake wriggling on the ground." He pulled Filch back.

"Huh... huh? No..." Filch was holding the lantern in his hand, shaking because of his anger, "But don't worry, as long as I know who did it, I will definitely kill him with iron Hook it up and hang it from the ceiling!"

Immediately afterwards, he began to think about it again, looking neurotic.

"Okay, then I won't bother you..."

"Mr. Cyrus, you'd better go back, this time I won't count you as a night swimmer." Filch tried his best to straighten his back, he and Cyrus could be regarded as the same kind in certain things.

"Well...thank you"

Filch looked at Cyrus who passed through the wall, a little envious, if he was not a squib, if he could learn it, would he be able to catch people better?

Thinking about it, shaking his head and continuing to patrol, Hogwarts is everything to Filch, he tightened the iron chain around his body, and searched every corner carefully.

In addition to Filch and the stone statue, Dumbledore would occasionally come out for a walk.

He just threw Fudge's reply letter into the stove, and came to the petrochemical corridor on the second floor. When he saw Cyrus, the honey sizzle in Dumbledore's hand almost scattered all over the place.

"Professor Dumbledore?!" "Cyrus?"

The two were stunned at the same time.

"Wait...don't tell me you're dead" Dumbledore rubbed his chest that had just twitched, and stuffed a candy into his mouth with difficulty.

He was an old man who could not stand being frightened.

"No, this is just the astral body projected by my consciousness into the physical universe." Cyrus quickly explained, he was worried that Professor Dumbledore would lie on the ground immediately.

consciousness?Dumbledore glanced suspiciously at the floating Cyrus, and blinked involuntarily. It seems that this student still has a lot of secrets.

But now he doesn't dare to dig too much.

Or Minerva McGonagall was right, it’s normal for people to have some secrets of their own... Dumbledore, who thought he had made a mistake once, decided to agree with McGonagall.

"This is also a night tour." The principal smiled and shook his index finger, "Little Cyrus, don't always blame yourself."

"No...professor, I just want to find out the secret room. It seems that there are some places that I can't go around at all, and...I miss her a little bit"

Cyrus missed Hermione, missed the days when he went to class with her, read books together in the library...every minute without her by his side felt like years.

Cyrus didn't even realize that it was Headmaster Dumbledore he was listening to.

But Dumbledore just smiled in relief.

"Haha... It's normal, Hogwarts has a long history, and there are some places that even ghosts can't know." Dumbledore turned around and walked in front.

Cyrus, who wanted to know some news, followed curiously.

Dumbledore walked in front, hooked his hands backwards, and said, "I'm sorry, it seems that I have experienced a lot when I left school... I didn't expect that the murderer was a basilisk"

"He was set free, the basilisk can only be driven by Parseltongue"

"Hmm... so what do you think? Did you find anything?" Dumbledore slowed down and was level with Cyrus. He turned his head and looked at him with those penetrating eyes.

"But... for now, Harry is a known Parseltongue..."

Cyrus sometimes doubts whether someone controls Harry Potter, and if the purpose of the Slytherin heir is to clean up Muggle-born wizards, then Harry has no suspicion.

Unless he stayed with everyone for a year, just for today?

"So you think Harry is the murderer?" Dumbledore asked him calmly.

"Impossible, it doesn't make sense." Cyrus believed that perhaps it was a conspiracy between Palpatine and Voldemort, and it was more likely that Pa Huang used Voldemort to attack him.

In the things recalled in the dream, he knew what kind of cunning character Palpatine was. From the beginning to the end, he may have been revenge for Cyrus' backstab.

But he didn't calculate that Palpatine's target also included Hermione Granger, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

No matter what the ending is, it will deeply affect the other person.

He followed Dumbledore all the way underground, only to find that the direction was leading to Hufflepuff's lounge.

"Cyrus... If it's Voldemort, remember to inform me, but you'd better rest now...By the way, five points will be deducted from Hufflepuff"

Professor Dumbledore led him to stand in front of the barrel, beckoning him to go back.

Seeing that Cyrus was frowning, a little reluctant, he said again: "You have more important responsibilities!"

"responsibility?"

"Yes, only you can stabilize the students' emotions. Cyrus, the Ministry of Magic and the school council will intervene in the school next time, and I don't have much energy left."

Yes, Dumbledore saw the radiance in Cyrus, but he also saw what was missing.

Seeing the headmaster's firm and gentle gaze, Cyrus opened his mouth, froze for a few seconds, and then agreed hesitantly.

"Only you can do it, I believe you, after all, I haven't seen this kind of...spirit?" Dumbledore smiled, and felt a warm feeling as his palm passed between his body.

Different from the coldness of the ghost.

The wise Professor Dumbledore saw more possibilities in Cyrus.