The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Cthulhu hair sugar~)

Many people did not expect the final ending, especially Hermione, no one thought that a miracle would happen.

"Now... I can finally ask you"

After Harry was brought back to the office by Professor McGonagall, the two of them tidied up and rested in the infirmary. Hermione, who was half lying on the bed, hugged Cyrus' neck from behind. She had too many problems. up.

"I swear, I never did anything wrong to you" Cyrus tensed up.

"Calculate slowly after this..." Hermione's arms were tightly hooked on him, and she pulled back, "So... can you explain who you are?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not Cyrus"

"I mean...another layer of your identity" She turned Cyrus to face her, "I saw a person, she said her name was Ancient One..."

Because of Hermione's close breath and the warmth of her soul, Cyrus could only hug her weakly and collapse on the bed in the school infirmary. Hermione snapped her fingers and lowered the white curtain.

He listened to Hermione, who told what she had seen.

"Well... I... I did experience it," Cyrus thought carefully, "but only three times?"

Facing Hermione's curiosity and questioning, Serres could only stammered out the buried secret, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart, nervous but seemed to let go of something.

"Ha~ Then don't you... you are six to seventy years old?"

"What? No...that's not how it works!" Cyrus hastily denied, "Every 'birth' represents a new beginning, and I haven't lived for such a long time, as I said earlier... .Those were all dreams!"

The flustered Cyrus didn't pay attention to Hermione's tightly pursed lips, which was her corner of her mouth trying to control her smirk.

"I can't believe it..." Hermione covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised, "Then you...I'm only one-sixth of your size?"

"I've said it all! It's not-this-what-for-all!"

Cyrus scratched his head in annoyance, sat up, glanced at Hermione reluctantly, then turned his head to look at the stone slab on the ground, Hermione made him look like some kind of pervert.

In fact, it cannot be counted like this. Although he died three times before that, it can only be said that he lived three times, not how many years he lived in total.

This is disrespect for "birth". In this way, wouldn't everyone have lived in reincarnation for hundreds of years?

"I know~" Hermione's voice suddenly softened, and she hugged Cyrus again, "I understand what you mean~"

She has actually read the books in the philosophy department, Hermione just wanted to tease him~

Cyrus turned his head and met those chocolate-colored eyes. Although he looked at them every day, he never got tired of them. It was like some kind of magic to him.

"H-M-En"

"Ok?"

"I miss you all the time." The tips of their noses touched together.

The tranquility after the war seemed to be a catalyst, nourishing everyone, and Hermione thought of her own luck: in the infinite possibilities, only she had the only Cyrus.

He didn't hide anything about some things, they trusted each other and were sincere to each other.

Her hand took out the Valentine's Day card from her pocket, and gently stuffed it into Cyrus' jacket pocket.

"Me too"

Perhaps in order not to disturb their rest, Madam Pomfrey dispersed the visiting wizards early. Hermione tightly grasped Cyrus' collar and suddenly closed her eyes.

Cyrus' eyes widened, and he felt a touch of softness and moistness on his dry lips.

The mixed scent of citrus and rose drilled into his nose, and Cyrus could even feel Hermione's eyelashes trembling slightly, Cyrus sank.

The yearning for each other nourished the two of them like spring rain, and Cyrus couldn't help raising his hands to support Hermione's arms, and fell on the white sheet again.

At this moment, Cyrus and Hermione are interacting, like a pair of lingering butterflies, they seem to have lost their own identity, leaving only one overall nature, and the 'love' has been deeply planted without the two people knowing it. Yes, it has already sprouted at this time.

The Force made them no longer separate persons, but an indivisible whole.

Hermione's right hand intertwined with his left, and Cyrus had a hunch that he and she were entangled for a brief moment, no matter how far apart they were in the infinite universe.

The chestnut curls and the golden curls each parted a hair, entangled with each other, and finally turned into ashes, hidden between their hair.

"I won?!"

"Huh?" Cyrus blushed, panting heavily, he almost suffocated.

"At present...I think you a little more than you think me." Hermione also blushed, but she didn't intend to give in. She tried her best to suppress her beating heart and body that wanted to tremble.

"is it?"

"Of course!!" She wanted to change her position, but she didn't expect Hermione's face to turn as red as a ripe milk strawberry as soon as she lifted her leg.

Cyrus had a bitter face, so he could only curl up and rolled to the edge of the bed with his legs curled up, but it seemed that Hermione didn't want to let him go like this, the girl also turned around and pressed his knees against his inward bend.

"If... I said yes! There is a person who looks exactly like me, do you recognize it?"

"Of course I recognize it!" Cyrus turned over, faced the girl, and buried Hermione's neck in revenge, "I...I love you, Mien...I have to admit, you're not here I think of you all the time when

Hermione sensed that something was wrong, the other party's hot breath, along the collar, made her neck a little tingling, an indescribable weirdness.

Because Hermione had a certain fluke mentality, she adopted a policy of appeasement towards Cyrus.

"metoo~" Hermione whispered the words in his ear.

Possessions, should not be; mercy, which he defines as unconditional love; so he is, so to speak, encouraged to love.

Hermione could also notice the look in Cyrus' eyes, it was obvious that he had feelings for her, and if 'change' was Cyrus' life, it was Hermione's now.

"Are you an angel?" She ran her fingertips through the blonde curls and across Cyrus' scalp.

Their love for each other begins with getting along day and night. She and him met in a simple moment, sincere, warm and dedicated to each other, just like Anakin met Padmé for the first time.

After facing dangers again and again, after going through the most difficult days, Cyrus no longer suppressed his feelings, and this was the first time he expressed his love.

Although the two already knew it well.

"No, I said, I will always be a little more than you"

Cyrus plucked up his courage and printed it among the snacks around him, which filled him with determination.

"Ah! I seem to have missed the course selection"

Hermione pushed Cyrus away, and when she took out the course selection form, she found the books in the satchel in a wrong order. If I remember correctly, the small diary should be in the middle of the potion note and the spell note, and Not on the outermost side.

But she didn't expose Cyrus, after all... today is also a windfall~

While enjoying the snacks that Cyrus fed to her mouth, the girl studied the new lesson. It should have been done in April at Easter, but it has been dragged until now.

"Are you serious? Divination?" Cyrus and Hermione bit down a chocolate bar together, "Then I can only choose two things besides your divination."

"Accompany me!"

"Good good..."

In the end, after discussing with each other, the two chose divination, rune study, and magical creatures. Among them, Hermione asked for divination, and Cyrus asked for magical creatures.

As a Hufflepuff, how can you not take the protection of magical creatures class?Of course, Cyrus was just there for Smaug and Stitch.

Hermione wanted to take this opportunity to get the essence of the 'prophecy', even though the divination seemed...fudged, but as someone who had seen the prophecy, she still had hope for it.

.........

A large group of people gathered in the headmaster's office. The Weasleys hugged Ginny and wept in front of the fire, and Madam Pomfrey cleaned up the dust and blood on Harry's body.

Hagrid, who was brought back by Dumbledore, also stood huddled in front of the mantelpiece.

Fox stood on Dumbledore's shoulders, and the headmaster smiled, but kept staring at the wreckage of the diary on the table, with the dirty sorting hat and ruby ​​and silver sword beside it.

Feeling the malicious emotion remaining on it, Dumbledore's eyelids twitched.

"That's the way it is... Hermione ruined it, what's the problem?"

Mag used the most concise language to describe the whole process in 3 minutes. The room was completely silent. If they hadn't experienced it personally, no one would believe that there was a basilisk hidden in the school.

Not to mention the murderer and that person behind the scenes...

"That's it... the young people nowadays are getting more and more lively"

Dumbledore could only sigh after hearing this, this Hermione Granger... In another ten or twenty years, I am afraid that he will surpass him and Voldemort, right?He stroked the diary that had been torn into shape.

"They're amazing...probably the best students Hogwarts has ever seen?"

"Of course~" Except for Snape, the other three deans were noncommittal.

Riddle was in the second grade, and compared to the two of them, he was like a sheep.

"Is he...really still alive?" Mr. Weasley approached the headmaster and asked nervously in a low voice.

"Um..."