The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Royal Society of Literature can be traced back to the time of George IV. Their significance lies in inspiring and encouraging those writers, and they are institutions that specifically express the value of English literature.

Not to mention that this time Cyrus, Hermione and Mr. Tolkien jointly won a 'Literary Event Award', while Cyrus won a 'Sky Art Writer Award' alone.

This was already enough to make Hermione a little nervous, until she heard her father Wendell Granger say: "You may see the Prime Minister again this time."

It was the height of Hermione's excitement...although Cyrus was getting used to it.

With the help of the Grangers, Hermione finally learned a little tedious ballroom dancing.

Hermione was a little bored, and now she sincerely hoped that Palpatine would not acquire any knowledge of etiquette when passing on knowledge...

"Hurry up, this is your favorite~" Hermione sat in the bedroom, kicking her legs towards Cyrus in front of her.

The tincture of aloe vera had been applied all over her body while she was in the shower, her shy skin looked so smooth, and the sunset in the evening made her even more charming.

Hermione propped her hands on the bed, tilted her head slightly, and enjoyed Cyrus putting on white stockings and high heels for her. She looked at Cyrus half kneeling, restraining such intoxicating enjoyment.

"What about the invitation letter?" Cyrus almost held his breath and tremblingly finished the process.

"At my parents' place~"

After the two were ready, they took the invitation letter from the Granger couple and looked at their shy daughter, they were very satisfied. Mrs. Granger's loving eyes made Cyrus feel particularly embarrassed.

Hermione's dress was a conservative fuchsia velvet gown, and the beaded blue brooch pinned to the neckline made the girl even more noble, non-noble lady, more like a young Ekaterina.

Noble, smart, but innocent and shy like a little girl.

The original curly hair was also coiled up by Hermione, and it was tied into a small ball at the back of the head, with some jewelry that Mrs. Granger bought when she was young.

The ceremonial car of the Literary Association stopped at the door early and drove the two of them to the Needlefield Hall. Looking at the rows of flashing lights and people holding cameras, Hermione's heart couldn't help but lift up.

"Are you scared?" Cyrus opened the car door and held her hand instead.

"No!" Hermione hesitated for a while, then took a deep breath and got out of the ceremonial pickup car, gently putting her hands in dark purple gloves on it.

In fact, the moment the two got out of the car could be said to have attracted the attention of the audience.

After all... this is the youngest writer who is popular in the hemisphere. Among them, Cyrus also won two awards. Many conspiracy theorists even suspect that there must be someone else behind it.

In many cases in the UK, the awards ceremony is not worth mentioning during the dance process, and its time is not even as long as the people speaking on stage.

"Seriously, if it wasn't for the housekeeper's proposal, I wouldn't even want to come to this meaningless ball...except to meet the current writers"

Hermione and Cyrus had already won the award, and they were sitting in the audience listening to the high-spirited discussions of the people above. A middle-aged man in a suit next to him felt helpless.

His made the two agree.

"Very happy to meet all of you"

He shook hands with the two of them briefly, and during the entire ball, most of them were immersed in traditional socializing.

The other party was British Prime Minister John Major, whom they had seen on TV, so Hermione hid beside Cyrus, and the little hand secretly signaled, "I'll leave this to you".

Says Cyrus: "It's full of social dress, courtesies, balls and parties, and literature seems to dwarf it."

""Debrett's Almanac of the British Nobility"? I have an impression..." The man agreed very much, and he looked at the two of them amusedly, "Are you friends...or...?"

Facing the Prime Minister's teasing gaze, Hermione and Cyrus were a little shy, and the warm-colored hall made their skin slightly flushed.

They sat on the other side, leaning against the bodyguard standing by the wall, and Hermione just carefully drank the juice Cyrus handed her.

"At least you don't have to deal with those so-called polite forms." The girl had a good impression of the British Prime Minister who was usually only seen on TV.

But John didn't lie, he really came this time to meet a young English literary novelist, as the report said:

No one can refuse a magical masterpiece with a complete background. If you really don't like it, it doesn't matter, you can change to a science fiction masterpiece.

After a brief conversation, John also became interested in Cyrus. The other party's views were not only on literature, but seemed to have unique views on everything from a macro perspective.

"Hobbits...if only magic existed..." John sighed, leaning back relaxed in his chair.

"The world is so big, who knows?" Cyrus smiled and answered innocently.

Although it sounds to outsiders that they are just lamenting the legendary scenery and experiences in the novel world, in fact, this conversation is like a code. Except for the three people at the table, no one takes the casual sigh of the two seriously.

As the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, John also read the semantics naturally. He froze for a moment, nodded slightly, called a bodyguard beside him and whispered something, then got up and left.

"It's rare to come here, son, go see more, don't indulge in this kind of 'marriage market'." Before he left, he made a joke.

"Known by the Ministry of Magic, the two of us can enter Azkaban"

While talking to him in a low voice, Hermione casually declined those lords and nobles at the ball. Such vulgar people meant nothing to her.

This change in attitude probably occurred after the girl had met other 'Hermione Grangers'.

She told herself in her heart: she is her, she is the unique Hermione Granger.

"You don't say it, I don't say it, who knows?" Cyrus was also a little annoyed by Yingying Yanyan around him, "Why don't we listen to the Prime Minister...go dance?"

When the two communicated with the prime minister, they were already noticed by a group of people. Under the advice of the elders, the girls and boys sent out invitations one by one.

In Hermione's eyes, they were like a bunch of flattering pugs.

"Okay~ I am very happy... But the Ministry of Magic really knows, and there is nothing I can do about it"

Azkaban?Hermione felt sorry for this, and with all due respect, the Aurors who couldn't even cast the full Iron Armor Curse in recent years alone couldn't stop her.

Cyrus, who was dressed in a French court dress, led Hermione into the dance hall, and slowly spun along with the rhythm amidst a group of girls holding sparkling wine glasses and having a programmed conversation with the little women.

Looking at this public dance, Hermione felt that what Prime Minister Major said was right, it was really a 'marriage market'.

The young Hermione was obviously not interested in these things. She originally wanted to avoid harassment from those people, but... as a prom partner, Cyrus was very qualified in her heart.

"Is there really no problem?" She pressed against him, interlocking her fingers.

"Um...you mean just now? Of course not..." Cyrus could feel her hands slide from his shoulders to his waist, and finally circle around, supporting his back.

"Then what are you going to do?" She knew that Cyrus was for her own ideals, "I hope the wizarding world will not be airborne by the Royal Paratroopers one day"

Amidst the compliments of the crowd and the jealous gazes of some teenagers and girls, the two used their innate confidence to shuttle around the ballroom with ease.

Hermione seemed to be fatally attracted to Cyrus, and he tried to calm down his ups and downs.

"Don't worry, every prime minister knows about the wizarding world...but they all don't understand it in detail. We have already completed a certain foundation. The museum will be Prime Minister Major's first stop."

As Cyrus said, a qualified leader would not wish to be ignorant of their environment, they needed more specific news from the magical world.

Literature, which represents a part of the mind, is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than easy-to-reach benefits.

Cyrus and Hermione can use magical potions to establish a huge network of interests in ordinary people's society, but... this is not for a long time, thinking, always comes first.

"Hmm... Do you want some wine later?" Hermione led him slowly to the sidelines.

“Wine...forget it”

"Listen to the Prime Minister, it's rare to come here, we don't need 'marriage and social', just play." Hermione rubbed his back, side to side.

"Miss Granger~ I get drunk easily... If you insist, you are responsible for carrying me back"

"Of course~ I will definitely take you back"

She swears, in the name of the Sith.