The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This night was destined to be a wonderful night for Cyrus and Hermione...

Ah, don't think too much, just because, this dance is a good memory for both, especially for Cyrus:

Compared with the group of voluptuous Manli's young women in low-cut dresses, the very conservative Hermione stood out even more, and her every move touched his heart.

Hermione gritted her teeth, declined those who gathered around to chat, and then leaned against Cyrus at the buffet table.

"What the hell...how did he come here?"

Cyrus saw the back of a long silver-haired figure, and walked into a small compartment in the corner of the hall that was isolated by a curtain and used as a box.

"Huh?" Hermione turned around, hooked his hand, and followed his gaze suspiciously.

"That's Lucius Malfoy? Does he have anything to do with this dance?"

"Ah~ I heard that he is a shareholder of the Literary Society, an old British aristocrat." Mr. Tolkien stuffed a lot of food on his plate, and he was also not interested in this social interaction, because...he A man with a wife.

However, he is a professor of ancient English at Oxford, so he will still attract considerable attention in some fields, and he has also heard some rumors at this dance.

"No one knows who he is, and he doesn't even have any reputation in the society... He just came here to show his face. He also held previous literary salons, and he occasionally came to show his face"

Tolkien's news sent Hermione shuddering.

Perhaps it was the other party's keen intuition that he felt that he was being watched, and Lucius quickly met Cyrus' eyes. He looked noble, and the briefcase inlaid with silver embossing was placed beside the sofa.

Lucius looked at the two people who were stunned, and the mockery on his lips slowly solidified into an evil smile.

"I'm going to eat first, so I won't bother you two... After deduction, this lobster is not bad, very fresh" Tolkien laughed.

By the way, Tolkien never regarded the two as juniors, because he only slightly polished their novels, and he would not even be eligible to accept the award without Cyrus' permission.

For this, Tolkien is very grateful, and based on Cyrus' worldview, many stories after "The Hobbit" suddenly popped up in his mind.

Under the signal of Cyrus, the waiter brought the two of them into a small booth made up of curtains, and Lucius said happily while shaking the wine:

"How did you play? It's just that the scale of the dance party is a bit small"

The breath of upper class nobles and the taste of money are revealed from the mouth.

As if the splendor of Needfield Hall wasn't enough for his well-groomed, pre-feathered old peacock.

"It was a good time, especially after knowing that you were expelled from the school board, we had more fun"

Cyrus pulled out a chair for the girl, and then stood behind Hermione, watching him mock, without shy away from anything, while Hermione played with her nails very lazily.

It seemed that everything that happened around her didn't matter to Hermione.

"You...drinking?" Lucius noticed Cyrus's rosy face and his angry tone, "No one will protect your little mudblood girlfriend when you're drunk."

His voice was as deep as a file, and Lucius did not expect that the two would have an invitation from the royal literature.

Especially Cyrus's blue eyes, which were as quiet as ancient pools, made Lucius very uncomfortable, because he thought of that person-Albus Dumbledore.

What ability does the Malfoy family have that can directly threaten the remaining eleven school trustees?The mysterious people are gone, but I didn't expect that group of people would directly betray themselves because of Dumbledore's visit.

Threatening to be a threat from Malfoy?joke! !

Lucius thought viciously: If it wasn't for the absence of Voldemort's weapon, one of them counted as one, and they would all die...

Now he wanted to come to the Muggles to relax and enjoy the flattery of these Muggles. He was happy to watch these people fight endlessly in private for a little profit.

But unexpectedly met Cyrus and Hermione.

"Sorry, you...say it again?" Cyrus' hand, which was hidden behind Hermione, suddenly clenched.

Lucius only felt that the gravity seemed to be strengthened. He groaned incessantly, and looked at the silver briefcase at his feet. His wand was inside, but his hands could not move.

Hermione was very satisfied with the other party's current situation, so she finally didn't observe her carefully manicured nails.

Yes, Cyrus did drink, and Hermione drank it himself. He wanted to use this to create some sweet memories, but... so far, it seems that this can be regarded as something else.

"Be honest, does the Chamber of Secrets have anything to do with you?" She snapped her fingers, and Cyrus let go of part of it, allowing Lucius to speak.

On the train home, Harry told them that the diary was stuffed by Lucius.

"Where's the evidence?" Lucius said hoarsely in his usual high-pitched tone, "There's no evidence at all... Miss Granger, you can't make random accusations..."

But Hermione is not as easy to talk to as Cyrus, not to mention that she is the victim of the basilisk, although she is blinded by the future because of the scene prophesied by the Force.

"I'm not sure... Draco would be sad if he lost his father?"

Following Hermione's movements, Lucius blushed because he couldn't breathe. He could only stare at his bloodshot eyes. The peacock finally showed a little panic.

It wasn't until the other party pinpointed the timing that he gasped again. He had never felt the air so fresh, even now in a Muggle environment.

Lucius understood who the other party was, no matter how bad he was, he was still Dumbledore with a very low limit.

"What exactly do you want..." Lucius felt a little troubled, "I can give you anything...I promise, I really don't know about your victimization"

At the same time, he sincerely hoped that the other party was not Dumbledore's version of Voldemort, who had a low minimum limit and a high moral limit. This kind of person was the most terrifying to Lucius.

But he wasn't lying either, because Lucius really didn't know who Voldemort was going to kill.

Cyrus was still drunk from the stamina of the whiskey, and he just wanted to give Lucius a little warning, but Hermione was thinking of how to get rid of Lucius here without being suspected.

"Forget it... you can do it yourself"

People outside watched the two of them come in, so it was obviously impossible to do it right away. Besides, Hermione hadn't crossed the column of 'killing' in her heart, so she went out first.

"I have to remind you that the Ministry of Magic has noticed you," Lucius persuaded.

"Aren't you here too?" Cyrus said indifferently, "Are you stupefied? I feel flustered when I see 'magic' mentioned in the outside world. If it weren't for Grindelwald, I'm afraid you wouldn't keep in touch with some people."

It was precisely because of Grindelwald's Great Fire of Paris that the magic world strengthened its connection with the Muggle world, otherwise, the Third World War would have started.

A series of aftermath and maintenance work is done by the wizard, which is negotiated.

"Me? I am an aristocrat!" Lucius had to make a choice, "It's okay...I know what people like you think, we don't need to go to war."

Lucius thought that Cyrus, like the young Dumbledore, could not get used to the "Protection Act", so he reminded him to save some contradictions.

But he didn't know that some contradictions could not be resolved with "scratches on the wall".

"I can see the change of mind among the Muggles, you want them to accept us? There is nothing wrong with that...they should be like this, we can lead the Muggles to a more prosperous existence"

I have to say that Lucius' eloquence and observation skills are really good.

"You seem to have made a mistake. You and I have no room for discussion..." Cyrus' tone suddenly became serious.

The force restrained him and was slowly shrinking. Because of the pressure, Lucius' hearing was a little disabled, so that he could only hear the screams from the bones in his body.

He wished he could kill Lucius. As a Jedi who had broken away from the Jedi Council, he never had a 'no-kill rule'.

Because of what happened to Hermione, if it wasn't for the large number of people, if it wasn't for suppressing the dark side, Cyrus even wanted to use force lightning to tear Lucius apart, dismembering him bit by bit like a basilisk.

Same eyes as Dumbledore, but different lower limit, Cyrus' lower limit is a bit flexible, depending on the nature and strength of the opponent.

"Don't--try--" Cyrus finally warned, letting go of the terrified Lucius, he didn't want her to wait too long.

"If you don't come out again, I'll leave with someone else." Hermione hugged her chest, looking a little impatient, "Three people have come here in 5 minutes."

It seems that the group of people are betting that whoever can invite this proud and cold female writer to dance will be the winner in the small circle.

Cyrus, who didn't want to admit defeat, retorted with a blushing face: "If you leave, then I can only pick a girl who is not so good-looking."

"Oh? Why don't you pick a nice one"

"I danced with someone else because I'm pretty!" Cyrus said sadly with a puffed face.

"Hey, that's fine...but before that, you might have to go there." The contented Hermione pointed to an empty corner, "Prime Minister Merry just came to see you."

"Do you want to go there together?"

"No, I'll have something to eat before dancing." Hermione wanted to spend some restless mood with delicious food with old Mr. Tolkien. "You go first, and you can take care of this kind of thing after the agreement."

She, Hermione Granger, was not very social, so Cyrus was granted temporary diplomatic clearance.

"Alright then, I'll go first"

"Hmm~ I'll wait for you"