The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Before the semester exam, another important event was announced by Dumbledore and McGonagall:

Professor Lockhart was fired.

Given the overwhelming evidence, Lockhart could no longer hide it. The experiences in his novels had nothing to do with him at all, and they were all copied and cheated.

"I don't understand...why you can but I can't?" Lockhart asked dejectedly, he was no longer so handsome and even lost the last bit of book fans, "They are happy now... "

He lowered his head and slowly cleaned up the debris. Cyrus, who had been a little weird for a long time, had no sympathy for his situation.

"I don't understand"

"What?" Lockhart looked at him suspiciously.

"Why didn't you discuss it with the original adventurer? Your problem is not whether the experience is true, but because you deceived everyone, because you hurt those people"

There are still "adaptations" and "biographies" circulating in the fiction circle of ordinary people. Obviously, Lockhart can discuss with people who have experience, whether it is bought with money or other methods, as long as they get the consent of others.

But Lockhart chose the most irresponsible method.

"You don't understand...then people wouldn't worship me..."

"Worship? Most readers only care about who wrote the story... Even if it is adapted by you, people will read it." Cyrus sighed, "You should really go out for a walk."

Lockhart stopped what he was doing, and after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense... A new light appeared in his eyes, and he turned around and grabbed Cyrus' hands.

"Teach me... I can change my name! Teach me!"

Yes, there is still hope. Even if his reputation is gone, he still has the hope of rising again. Lockhart thinks that he can learn from Cyrus and make up a magical story.

"And... How about publishing those academic knowledge to you? As long as you teach me... I'm going to Azkaban soon..."

But Cyrus withdrew his hand and put the Oblivion Curse note back into the arms of its original owner. He came today to return it to Lockhart, and he didn't want to take advantage of it.

"Want to learn? Can teach you...but at least not until you pay the price"

Because his father, Anne Klein, was suspected to be the victim of the Forgetting Curse, Lockhart's various behaviors were tantamount to dancing in a minefield, stepping on every mine with precision.

"No...you don't understand! It's very difficult for me to get out of Azkaban this time!" Lockhart broke down a bit, picked up his wand and pointed it at himself, those troubles caused him a stress reaction.

He wants to forget these unpleasant memories.

"Let those reputations return to their original owners..." Cyrus left without looking back, "You didn't have to do this."

Lockhart struggled for a while, and finally collapsed on the chair. He didn't know that novels could be written like Cyrus, whose reputation in the Muggle world was much stronger than his.

Even the Ministry of Magic wondered for a while whether it had been exposed.

"I...do I still have a choice?" Lockhart muttered to himself, remembering what Dean Flitwick taught him when he was a student. Maybe he was gifted, but was wasted by Lockhart himself. up.

He collapsed for a long time, even if he fell back to the bottom overnight, he still wanted to climb up again, enjoying the feeling of being watched by everyone, and Lockhart in those photos still looked at him and smiled.

how ironic...

After thinking about it, Lockhart finally put the Oblivion Curse notebook, which he hadn't opened since the release of the first novel, into his luggage, and left with several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

"I have to say that his skills in writing novels are not bad..." Hermione immediately added, "Although not as good as yours"

"Perhaps... I have a hunch that he won't just stay silent." Cyrus knows the character of this kind of person well, and he can climb up whenever he has a chance. "Maybe one day, he will come in handy."

After Cyrus came out, he was immediately embraced by Hermione who was hiding in the corner. He curled his arms and arched back. Obviously, the Queen's verbal praise was very useful.

Hermione was a little different today, she looked indescribably beautiful, and her chocolate-colored pupils had a circle of yellow around them.

"Tsk~ people will see..."

"Oh? But you had a good time biting that day, why didn't I see you and was afraid of being discovered?"

"Who said that?! You were the one who bit me first!" Cyrus lowered his head, walked slowly forward step by step, and dragged Hermione, who didn't let go, out of the castle.

The matter of the Chamber of Secrets was finally over, the clear sunshine and the breeze blowing away the last trace of haze, and while the others were still preparing for the exam, Cyrus and Hermione had already chatted about the future.

While the childhood sweethearts have been dating since Halloween, it's only recently that things have heated up.

Cyrus and Hermione were lying on the lawn covered with white wildflowers beside the Black Lake, behind them were the steps leading to the courtyard, and in front of them there was a curtain of ivy above the Black Lake.

"Will you be in business in the future? Or...go to the Ministry of Magic to work in politics?" Cyrus put his head in the opponent's arms, and turned slightly sideways.

Speaking of the future, Cyrus thought of Hermione in the museum that night, and suddenly said "for the greater good" and "for all mankind".

Hermione kneaded the comfortable golden hair balls, inserted her fingertips deeply into Cyrus' hair, and said, "Muggle liaison officer? I heard that you only need an owls. Muggle studies certificate, since wizards On the one hand, we are trying our best to isolate the world of ordinary people, so the contact person must be related to the parliament.”

"But...I want to change the wizarding world more! And those house elves..."

Like Cyrus, she was a little uncomfortable with the thoughts of those house-elves in the wizarding world, but Hermione still had some self-knowledge, at least for now she couldn't do anything about it.

Regarding future jobs, Hermione doesn't have a perfect plan for the time being, but general job recruitment will be posted on the public bulletin board of Hogwarts, not only in the British wizarding world, but also in France and the United States.

Hogwarts is recognized as the best magic school in the world. Companies such as Comet and Wizard Chess will come to recruit, including some family technicians.

But because her parents are still living in the outside world, this further affirms Hermione's ideal, and she must integrate the two worlds into one.

Let human beings look at the endless starry sky as Cyrus described.

"Cyrus~ think about it! The future forgetting spell is used to treat mental illnesses, such as ptsd and depression; the repairing spell is used to govern places that have experienced wars and disasters"

The girl was lying on the grass, unfolding the blueprint in her heart to Cyrus.

"What about me? Suppose you become the Prime Minister of the wizarding world"

Prime Minister, not Minister.

"If I'm the Prime Minister of the wizarding world, then I'll send you to follow me every day!" Hermione squinted at him and tapped his wooden fish head with her fingers.

'Every day...every day I go to bed! ' said Hermione viciously in her mind.

With Cyrus' real identity, he will definitely surpass Principal Dumbledore in the future. Hermione burst out laughing when she thought that the strongest wizard in the future would secretly be the secret lover of the Prime Minister of the Magic World.

What a Sith... Cyrus couldn't help shivering.

"Don't mean to hit you...but we'll have a dance during the summer," Cyrus reminded her.

The most important thing about this summer vacation is that the book published by the two of them won an award. There must be a traditional ballroom dance at the awards ceremony of the Royal Society of Literature.

What surprised them the most was that apart from the members of the Royal Society of Letters, John Mayley, the new Prime Minister who had been in office for two years, would also be present this time.

"Damn it, I haven't bought a dress yet!" Hermione panicked, "Do you want to send a letter back now? Ahhh...I hate this cumbersome ceremony! With this kind of time, I might as well Read two more books"

"A warm reminder, if you want to go into politics in the future, it may be unavoidable"

"No...you go instead of me!"

seriously?Cyrus kindly reminded: "You have to know that in general communication, women come forward to adjust... I am a man, so it is not suitable...Of course, if you ask"

"It's okay, I believe in you~"

Hermione just pinched both sides of Cyrus' face with a smile, gradually exerting force.

"I understand! I understand~"

Thinking about it this way, he seems... how to describe that word?right!Support! !But Cyrus wasn't unhappy about it, it sounded much more relaxed.

"By the way, I remembered something." Hermione, who was briefly informed of Cyrus's identity by Ancient One, asked seriously, "Have you ever liked someone else before? I mean this kind of relationship between us now"

"No, there is no time"

This is the truth~

Before that, Cyrus either followed Gandalf on a leisurely tour of Middle-earth, or went from the Republic Council to the Sith Empire, but... Senior Sister Ahsoka?

After Hermione's reminder, Cyrus thought of Ahsoka Tano, who behaved somewhat similarly to Hermione.

But... it was none of his business, Cyrus now had Hermione, and that was enough.

"Really do not have?"

"Really do not have!!"

Hermione, who was affirmed and confirmed, hugged Cyrus even harder, humming a brisk Scottish ditty, and the breeze blew by, covering them with ivy leaves.