The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"You are still young now, although I know you are not short of money, but it is better to plan some things slowly..."

"Huh? Ah...oh"

"It was suggested by Mi En?"

"It's...not counting, we just prepare something in advance, after all, school starts in a week"

"Hey~ Don't always answer her, Mi En was like this when she was a child... I know you have a good relationship with her, but sometimes you still need to be more tolerant"

"..."

All of the above were part of a conversation between Cyrus and Mrs Granger.

When the childhood sweetheart returned home from Diagon Alley, Hermione said that she would live in Diagon Alley for the remaining few days of school. Therefore, that night, Mrs. Granger dragged Cyrus to have a long talk in the living room.

Compared with his father's, Mrs. Granger's hand was not too rough, but a little weak. When she held Cyrus' hand and talked, he could feel the wrinkles on the skin.

And Cyrus could only purse his lips, put his legs together, and sit obediently beside Mrs. Granger.

Every now and then he nods in agreement.

"Honey... Is it too early for you?" Mr. Granger looked at his daughter with a complicated expression, "Even if you don't care, at least think about Cyrus..."

"He's still young, it's not too late for you to play for at least ten more years."

"Father!!!" Hermione went crazy, snatched the newspaper from him, blushing, "We're just studying in Diagon Alley! We can't run between home and Diagon Alley every day, can we?"

Mr. Granger raised his eyebrows, took a sip of tea pretendingly, and said, "Don't you know magic? It's about turning circles with your fingers."

"It's... so troublesome, besides, we not only deal with these, but also various trivial matters of product shelves"

Mr. Granger, who was staying in the dining room, glanced at the backs of the two figures in the living room, sighed, and then glanced at his daughter, sighing in his heart that before he knew it, Hermione had grown up and started thinking carefully.

In Wendell Granger's eyes, a little girl stood next to the slim young girl. The girl's chestnut curly hair was as fluffy as Hermione's, but there was one only difference:

One is firm and decisive, plus a little bit of shame and indignation of being exposed; the other looks a little hesitant.

"dad!"

"Okay, okay...Can I not agree? I'm afraid you will only talk to your mother the next day, and then run away with Cyrus?" Wendell nodded his chin.

Hermione rolled her eyes and revealed an intriguing smile. She helped her father refill the hot tea and ran to the bedroom on the second floor, jumping onto the bed.

She hugged the pillow excitedly, kicking her legs happily.

So the next day, Cyrus put away the family consent letter signed by Anne Klein and some books, while the Grangers still took their lunch upstairs.

"Let's go~" Hermione leaned against the shoe cabinet, stepping on his lap with her little feet in black socks.

The socks were very thin, and even though they were black in color, as Cyrus slowly squatted down, he could still see the almost transparent toe of the socks and the slightly exposed soles of his feet.

"Can't you wear it yourself?" Cyrus couldn't help stretching out his hand.

Cyrus admits he's eaten to death, but rejoices, and he pulls on his black-brown ladies' booties from the toe, all the way up to the top of the ankle, and knots them tightly with two nylon threads.

Perhaps too ashamed, Hermione closed her eyes at his slow movements.

"Why is your face so red?"

"It's sunburnt! It's really sunburnt!!" Cyrus took her hand and walked into the yard. Thinking of the rest of the day, he couldn't help shivering.

Harry, who was eating and drinking at the Leaky Cauldron, noticed two acquaintances coming out from the back alley of the bar, and then Cyrus walked straight to Old Tom with two luggage.

"Two rooms... huh? Well, then one" Cyrus was bumped by Hermione beside him, and immediately changed his words.

"Five days? Okay...huh? Hannah! Be careful, don't spill the wine!!" Old Tom looked at Cyrus with a strange look while recording. The wine is back.

who is thisPresident and Vice President?There is still one week before leaving school, what are they doing here?

Hannah's eyes became sharp, she smelled melon, and then jumped up and ran to Tom's side and said, "Dad! The two of them are what I said..."

"Oh? It turned out to be you?" Old Tom thanked, "Thanks to your battle flag...It actually set my tavern on fire! To be honest, I just tried it for my daughter at first."

"How about it! Your accommodation fee will be free, but you will still have to pay for meals and butter beer"

The sharp-eyed Hannah noticed that there was only one key handed over by her father, and she locked something, so she ran out immediately before Harry could say hello.

'It's over...' Hermione murmured inwardly.

Cyrus gave Hermione a resentful look. He had said that he would come back at night. He really didn't know what Hermione was in a hurry, so he followed Old Tom up a wooden staircase to the second floor.

The second floor is a small corridor, which is specially used for overnight stay. There are about a dozen rooms, and the interior of each room is not small:

There was a big soft bed, a few shiny oak tables and chairs, and a wardrobe. When they opened the door, the fireplace automatically lit up a warm fire.

"So that's it... we decided to stay here until school started, and buy a few potions and crystal balls and things like that"

Hermione's clenched fists made a joint sound, and she smiled and said, "You won't gossip around, are you? Harry... After all, you should be different from others"

"When... of course" Harry quickly swallowed his butterbeer to ease his mood.

"That's good, see you at dinner~"

He thought that Cyrus was just going upstairs to put his luggage, until President Hermione walked into the oak door with the brass "7" inlaid with it, and then secretly clicked his tongue.

Harry seemed to know everything at this moment, and somehow, he seemed to know something, but that thought was stuck in the middle again, making Harry puzzled.

Cyrus and Hermione are room seven, which is a good number.

The ancient Hebrews divided the sky into ten layers. The tenth layer is Kether (crown), which represents the supreme sky; and the seventh layer is Mercy (mercy), which is also love, kindness, and greatness, which represents the Jupiter sky.

Hermione standing in front of the fire was the benefactor, and Cyrus sitting in front of her the favored.

The coat and shawl were automatically hung on the hangers when Hermione entered the door.

"Aha! You can't run anymore!!" Hermione threw him down, and took off her short boots with both feet, "Cyrus! Think about what you have done!!"

When playing around at home, Cyrus would deliberately yell when Hermione bit his weakness to attract Mrs. Granger's attention, which made Hermione quite unhappy.

"I was wrong!" Cyrus saw a pair of horns growing from her shadow.

But dare next time.

"Wrong? I accept your apology...but that's after my revenge!" She grabbed the cherub's necklace.

"Hermione! I signed the 'living room defeat agreement' last year." Cyrus covered his ears with his hands, "If you violate it, the rest of the 'absolute requirements' will be void!"

"No! You have broken the non-aggression pact the moment you peeked at my diary"

Obviously, Hermione is planning to settle the old score with the new one.

Cyrus only felt a huge force of the original force coming over him, so he quickly started to resist, the comfortable big bed under the two of them let out a scream of "squeak" due to the collision of the force of the original force.

"Dear Lord Hermione~ How about I open another room, the two of you are too crowded." Cyrus felt the softness in his chest, and he only felt that the blood in his body was flowing faster.

"My dear minister, if you leave, who will handle the internal affairs~" Hermione exhaled a few breaths of mischievous breath.

"Cough...if we are seen by others, we will be men of the day again." He canceled the resistance of the force, otherwise the bed would really be overwhelmed, "The president and the vice president live together? This is a big news"

"Then let them talk! Have you never seen a couple?"

Hermione shot him a fierce look, then sat on Cyrus, pressed the long skirt, stepped on his chest with her legs together and rubbed slightly, her right hand fingers wrapped around her curly hair.

The girl said intentionally or unintentionally: "I understand~ So you want to play an underground romance? I have read some books."

"No! Don't talk nonsense! I don't know!" Cyrus denied it three times.

"Heh~ Hannah found out a long time ago, it's too late for you to change rooms now"

[Really strong and competitive]: Are you going to be sitting by her all the time?Turn her off!Then stride out!

Hermione touched his chin with her toes, pouted her mouth, took off her black thin socks and put them on the golden hairball's chest, smiled weakly, and stepped on the clean wooden floor with her bare feet .

The judgment failed, and Cyrus was pinned down by the black mountain, unable to move, but his morale improved.

He just lay there upright, and didn't stand up until the sound of water running in the bathroom sounded.

And Hermione inside was not much better. She supported the wall and raised her head to welcome the hot water from the shower, which made her skin tone slightly reddish. She pressed her other hand on her chest and listened to herself. heartbeat.

'The Force is on...' Hermione thought, recalling the feeling on the soles of her feet, 'Is he exercising? '

probably?