The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Professor Moody was indeed expelled, but he could not leave. Before the Ministry of Magic wanted to force Moody away, Cyrus wrote an announcement with excitement:

Hogwarts apologized for the expulsion of Professor Moody by the Ministry of Magic, but because the agreement is still in effect, Alastor Moody has no right to leave Hogwarts.

Announcer---Headmaster of Hogwarts

It's true that the Ministry of Magic's education order can deprive teachers of their powers, but it doesn't say that those who are expelled must leave the school...as long as the headmaster doesn't admit it.

"And then?" Cyrus shook the roll of paper in his hand, and politely asked the professor on the wall.

"Throw it into the fireplace...Hogwarts will admit the announcement you made." Dai Lisi covered her mouth and said with a smirk, "You will be able to see it on the bulletin board early tomorrow morning, and no one can Get the professor out"

"Cough... Is it the authority temporarily granted by Professor Dumbledore?" Cyrus choked on the dust as the flames that had swallowed the scroll suddenly rose.

"I guess~" Dai Lisi's ambiguous answer made him shudder.

"Aha! You've been fooled!" Blake suddenly pointed at Cyrus and yelled strangely, "Actually, we lied to you, country bumpkin, you have been cursed by Hogwarts... Otherwise, why do you think Dumbledore Only at school?"

Phineas Black's face was filled with malicious smiles, he was particularly satisfied to see Cyrus' flustered expression, and he let out a few hey laughs.

Both Moore and Armando cast disgusted looks at him.

"It's not unreasonable for you to be the 'worst principal'..." Armando pushed his single-frame glasses and said leisurely.

"Stop this set! I won't eat it!!"

Cyrus strode forward and tapped Black's canvas viciously with his wand. The other party was worried that he would poke a hole, so he ran away quickly, and got into some corner of the castle again.

The Sorting Hat on the side was in full bloom. It was the first time he saw someone dare to do this to Principal Black...

It just likes Cyrus, every time he comes to the office, it will always be more lively, so that it won't be bored by the broken Sorting Hat who only goes out once a year.

Thinking of taking a shower before going to bed at night, Cyrus regained his energy. He adjusted his clothes in front of a mirror, and after he left, the office immediately returned to its original darkness.

Only in the air of the dome, there are still a few candles that will never melt, burning a flame that will never go out.

"Just feel free to offend, Black, you know what it means for someone to enter the office when Dumbledore refuses to visit." Dai Lisi said when she saw Black sneaking back.

"So what?" Phineas straightened his beard and said happily, "Dumbledore used to say that he would throw me... the worst headmaster..."

"There will be such a day" she laughed, then turned her head and disappeared.

It's almost curfew time now, Cyrus walked casually towards the fifth floor with his chest out and his prefect badge on, and he bumped into Cedric on the way.

Seeing that pair of eyebrows and mouse eyes, sticking to the shadows, it must be looking for Senior Sister Qiu Zhang.

"Scent of pine wood"

The fourth door on the left side of the statue of Confused Boris on the sixth floor opened, Cyrus walked in quietly, opened the curtain, and poked his head into the girls' bathroom, and a stream of water vapor and fragrance came over his face.

Rosin and foam, floating like snowflakes on the pool-like water.

"Hermione?" Cyrus called out several times softly, and just after he used the Force to probe the bathroom, which was empty except for Hermione, he was pulled in by a force.

He slipped on the soles of his feet and fell forward to the ground. Cyrus raised his head dizzily, only feeling his nose heat up.

"Why did you come?"

Hermione turned her back to him, leaning against the white marble wall, on her smooth shoulders and back, there were water droplets and foam left, she picked up the foam and blew it towards the linen curtain.

Moonlight poured through the window, and Cyrus realized that Hermione's skin was a little red from soaking in hot water.

"Hmph... Be careful, I've dismissed you as a prefect!" He saw that there was a diving board next to him, but he was afraid that the sound would be too loud, so he simply took off his coat, wrapped it in a fluffy white towel, and slowly entered the water.

"Stupid?" Hermione raised her hand, causing a splash of water, and she pressed the back of her hand to Cyrus' forehead, "Huh? You don't have a fever either..."

The height of the foam was really unsatisfactory, just below Hermione's collarbone. Cyrus' eyes wandered between the mermaid portrait and Hermione's rosy skin, and he trembled slightly with Hermione's breathing .

The entire bathroom is made of marble. There are hundreds of golden faucets beside the bathtub, all inlaid with gemstones of different colors. Some are slowly flowing hot water, while others are spitting foam.

Cyrus could only look up at the chandelier overhead.

"Hey~ Anyway, don't worry about Umbridge." Cyrus imitated her, leaned back, but slowly leaned towards the girl, "Professor Moody won't be taken away...probably ..."

"Have you got an idea?" Hermione shifted her body, and the height of the foam dropped a little more, Cyrus' eyes flicked.

"To be precise, it was Professor Dumbledore's idea..." He coughed dryly twice, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom, the foam was pushed aside, and skin touched skin.

Creamy, apricot and rosin, like a hug under a Christmas mistletoe...

The portrait of the mermaid on the golden mirror, pulling back her golden hair, her tail slapping the shards of glass sea water, lying sideways on the rock, listening to the sound of sea water colliding.

The two warmed each other in the slightly dark bathroom and healed each other's tired souls.

"I caught it! The prefects of Ravenclaw and the prefects of Hufflepuff took a bath together~" Myrtle suddenly came out of the wall, and Hermione subconsciously clutched her chest and pushed Cyrus down.

She giggled loudly and made faces at the two of them.

"What are you peeking at!" Hermione growled, "Get out of here!"

"Slightly slightly... oh~ now I know your little secret..." Myrtle ran away with a smile, Hermione stood up immediately, and Cyrus, who had closed his eyes, couldn't help opening them.

All the way up along the vest line, is... Hermione's beachwear? !

"What do you think it could be?" Hermione squinted at him, stood on the marble floor, and tapped his nose with her toe, "This is a public bathroom, it's dirty... Even if no one else knows, I will would be disgusting"

"Hmph~" Cyrus pouted, "So...it's better than the Room of Requirement..."

"Is that what you call taking a bath?" She put on her bathrobe and glared at Cyrus, "I can hear what you're thinking here when I go back to the Ravenclaw lounge!!"

"It's a big deal to change you into new clothes~"

Damn Hermione Granger! !

On the second day, Umbridge put on his new clothes, gathered up his sweater collar, and took small steps from the office in the corridor to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

She was like a new breed of poison dart frog. No one dared to approach her. Wherever Umbridge passed, everyone was almost against the wall.

But she still met the last person she wanted to see: Astori Moody.

"What are you still doing here?" She squinted her eyes triumphantly, pointing at him, "Hogwarts doesn't accept people for nothing...you can go back and sit when you retire, why stay here? "

"Oh? Who said that Hogwarts doesn't charge free rice?" Moody pasted the torn notice on her face, gritted his teeth viciously, "I was indeed expelled by you, but I still want to stay here..."

"You...then you get out of here! I'm going to class!"

"I can go wherever I want...I suddenly found out that the scenery here is good today." Moody pushed away a student and sat in the front. "How is it? Remus, you also sit here?"

"Ah... Actually, it's okay..." Lupine took a step back, looking at the ceiling in bewilderment.

Umbridge looked at Moody who was stuck here and crumpled the paper on the bulletin board into a ball, but Moody still pretended to be a student, looking forward to listening to this 'new professor' lecture .

"Please? Don't worry...I won't grade"