The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Everyone had a good time this summer vacation, Neville was exercising at home, Ron got lucky, the whole family traveled to Egypt, and Cyrus and Hermione also went to the legendary 'Devil's Triangle'.

Of course, Harry thought he was doing well, at least the days he lived in the Leaky Cauldron after escaping from Vernon's house were heaven for Harry.

He wandered around with a big bag of Galleons, going wherever he wanted and eating whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't leave Diagon Alley.

"It's cool~ I really hope to be like this for the rest of my life"

Harry didn't even have to hide under the covers with a flashlight to do his homework, and he could even write a paper while eating a cone at Florin's Ice Cream.

But what he likes most is ordering a glass of butterbeer at Old Tom's after dinner or before going to bed, sitting at the counter and watching all kinds of wizards playing with battle flags there.

Those wizards after work would always pay five copper Knuts or five silver Sickles to rent for more than an hour, and then have an exciting battle.

And the witches are holding books, immersed in the "Star Wars" novels, and shouting "Anakin...hehe".

The novels of Hermione and Cyrus were taken by some wizards who traveled back and forth between the two worlds, so they introduced them to the bookstore in Diagon Alley. Of course, the publisher and the bookstore traded in gold and silver, which made some Muggles They are happier.

"Can you imagine that such a box of chess pieces only sells for five silver Sickles?"

Old Tom was wiping the glass, and talked to Harry in surprise. Thanks to his daughter Hannah's classmate, his business here is obviously much better than before.

"Then you made a lot of money?" Harry gnawed on the tender lamb chops.

"Well... the monthly net profit is about [-] Galleons."

Excluding the loss of wine and the benefits shared with other families every month, the bartender Tom still laughed out loud, and the wrinkles on his walnut-like head were squeezed into a pile.

A hundred Galleons?Harry weighed the gold bag in his hand, it seemed to be quite a lot.

At least it's almost catching up with his change this time...

After lunch, Harry stretched himself, with his hands behind his back, leisurely walked to the table to watch those people playing, explaining inwardly from time to time.

After a brief rest, Harry decided to go shopping on the 'Pure Gold Gobstone' and 'Galaxy Activity Model' that he saw yesterday on this sunny day.

Originally, Harry didn’t spend money so extravagantly. It was only after entering the club, under the contempt of some Ravenclaws, that he realized how much money he had in the underground vault of Gringotts:

Enough for him to replace everyone on the Quidditch team with a brand new Nimbus 2000 every year from his first to seventh years.

That's it, there's still money to spare!

Excited Harry held a toothpick in his mouth, cheerfully squeezed away the wizards that surrounded him, and dragged the most stylish broom he had ever seen in his life - the Firebolt.

This was customized by him two days ago, and it was finally produced today.

"What else to buy today?" Harry stroked the streamlined birch wood and the hand-carved registration number.

This was typical nouveau riche psychology, but Harry was happy, because he bought happiness, especially when he thought of this year's Quidditch Champions Cup, he was even happier.

"Huh? That's..." Harry squinted his eyes and saw a couple outside the cafe in Diagon Alley.

It is the president and vice president of the club!

The two of them sat eating ice cream under a brightly colored parasol, and the table was piled with books about this year's required and elective courses.

""Picking Through the Fog to See the Future"? My evaluation is not as good as "Guide to Interpreting Dreams"" Hermione scratched her curly hair in annoyance.

Cyrus leaned against her and said gloatingly, "I told you earlier... Divination is really unreliable"

"No~ the combination of ancient runes still has a certain meaning." Hermione snatched the ice cream from his hand resentfully, licked and bit it fiercely, "Don't forget, you have to take this class with me."

"How about we return "Omen of Death"?"

"No!!" Hermione glared at him, pulled the books together, and grinned at him, "Stop rambling, keep arguing... I'll never go to the Outer Clothes Store to buy clothes again."

Out of the World Clothing Store is a high-end wizard clothing store, including some custom-made dresses and underwear, etc...

"Sorry, Lord Hermione, please forgive me for passing this time." Cyrus' eyes wandered.

"Hmph... can't heal you?"

"Cyrus! President Hermione!" Harry puffed out his chest, coughed a few times, and walked over with the Firebolt in his hand. He deliberately shook Cyrus' eyes a few times.

Perhaps his little thoughts had been discovered, and Hermione's glare shifted from Cyrus to Harry.

'Has their relationship taken another step? 'Harry muttered in his heart, quickly found a seat and sat down obediently.

Cyrus tried not to laugh, and kept his head down, trying to cover the uncontrollable smile on his lips with the cold strawberry frosting ice cream.

At this moment, Harry noticed the "Omen of Death" on the table, which was a book about omens of death, with a dog spirit printed on it, and it stared into a pair of glowing eyes, but Harry was a little puzzled.

He seems to have seen it somewhere...

'Probably not?It was just a stray dog...maybe all dogs look alike' Harry remembered what he saw on Magnolia Crescent,

"Huh? Didn't you buy "Intermediate Transfiguration"?"

Harry saw that they seemed to be short of a few books, until he found that the other party's "Standard Spells: Level [-]" had been replaced with "Standard Spells: Level [-]", and then he shut up immediately.

The content of the standard level [-] involves existence spells and silent spells.

"Isn't that the most basic transformation theory?" Hermione took the bill and ordered a glass of sparkling water for the three of them, "I thought you were talking about "Ultimate Transfiguration"..."

"You go directly to take the OWL certificate!" Harry suggested graduating early.

"We also have this plan, but..." Cyrus' addition completely broke Harry's heart. He deliberately said, "OWL exams must wait until the fifth grade unified exam."

If possible, Cyrus and Hermione would love to take the NEWT (Ultimate Wizarding Test) early

Finish the exam early, Cyrus and Hermione will have enough time to do what they want to do, Hermione will most likely go to the Ministry of Magic, and Cyrus probably...

Well, Cyrus thought he hadn't figured it out, maybe the Ministry of Magic?

However, based on his stability and his character of studying theory and practice, if invited, Cyrus may go to various schools as a professor, but that is in the past.

Thinking of Hermione, he still felt that he was fine at Hogwarts? ?

"Have you heard about the fugitive? There is a reward of ten thousand galleons!" Harry took out a crumpled piece of paper, which was an unfinished magic thesis homework, "tsk tsk... the Ministry of Magic is really generous"

Hermione glanced at his homework, oh~ it was the thesis they finished in the first week of summer vacation.

"Sirius Black? He's already wanted by people from two worlds. I'm only worried about whether he will make another crazy attack. After all, no one can guess the brain circuit of a madman."

While doing homework, Harry talked about the interesting things he had experienced, from turning Maggie into a balloon to meeting Minister Fudge.

He has nothing else to talk about, and he finally ran into a classmate today.

When Harry talked about Minister Fudge, he was a little surprised, as if he bumped into the British Prime Minister while walking on the road, and then the Prime Minister chatted with him.

But Cyrus and Hermione are somewhat immune to that, is that all? ?

What is Fudge? The sense of oppression of the Magical Congress of America at the time was called a 'absolute'. To be honest, without the help of the Prime Minister, two young wizards alone would not be able to take down that group of high-ranking wizards.

"Aren't you going to stay down?" Harry begged the two of them, "School is about to start anyway..."

As free as he was, Harry preferred to talk to people, and he couldn't bear the eyes of wizards in the Leaky Cauldron.

"We just came back from Florida...Harry!!!" Although Cyrus thought so too, but glanced at Hermione beside him, he refused righteously.

"Let's talk about it when we go back and ask our parents... I'll pay the bill." Hermione kicked Cyrus under the table.

Well... Hermione Granger had to admit that Harry's proposal also moved her a little bit, not because they wanted to play with Harry, but because...

When the girl was paying, she glanced at Cyrus' profile through the crack of the door.

'Okay ok...God!Granger! !You will raise him crookedly! ! ! ' the angel Hermione warned her in her ear.

Hermione ran to the sink and rinsed her burning face with cold water.

'how?Don't you miss the time you lived with him?Shall I remind you,' the demon Granger yelled on the other side, 'Bahamas, passenger ship, hug? '

Angel Hermione hesitated: 'I do miss...but it's not good! '

The demon Hermione retorted: 'What's wrong?She just wants to sleep with the little angel~'

'That's all?You...do you want to hear what you say? ! ' Angel Hermione blushed and steam rose from her head.

The demon Hermione said contemptuously: "It's just sleeping, it's you who has the problem!"That's it?Still an angel?better than me...'

Angel Hermione was suspicious: 'Just sleeping?ok...cough...'

The demon Hermione ran to the angel: 'So it's not good?Our poor Hermione Granger only had one night'

Angel Hermione gave up: 'Okay... right?If it's just sleeping and holding hands'

Ever since, Lord Hermione made a choice in a short five seconds, and this choice was the choice that the angel and the devil agreed to reach an agreement.

The two returned home with backpacks full of books on their backs. Cyrus sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze like a log, mechanically answering every question Mrs. Granger asked.

Mr. Granger put down the newspaper, a little dumbfounded: "What?? You just came back a week and you are going to school?!!"

(The extra episode has already been posted~ the file is taken by myself)