The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Question: How does it feel to have two super high school students guide you to do your homework?

For a scumbag like Harry who usually doesn't attend class and only hugs Merlin's thigh before the exam, it is of course a rare opportunity!But there is one crucial prerequisite:

These two top high school students are not lovers.

"Start from influence, economy, and system, and then distinguish external influence and internal influence..." Cyrus guided Harry to write the thesis, and at the same time fed himself or Hermione a spoonful of matcha cake from time to time.

Hermione simply corrected his homework with a quill pen dipped in some red ink, and if it failed, it would be passed to Cyrus, and then it would be sent back and remade.

"I really... I just need to pass, I really don't have to be so responsible." Harry adjusted his glasses with trembling hands.

A magical treatise on spells written under the two of them would have surpassed three written by Harry himself in word count alone.

Looking at the densely packed words, Harry's head began to feel dizzy.

"That's not going to work! Harry! You must be strict with knowledge..." Hermione patted the table impatiently, emphasizing again, "You can't even pass the OWL exam... cake!"

"You asked for it yourself." Cyrus shrugged and fed her a piece of matcha cake.

Cyrus' addition made Harry wish he could travel back to four days ago, and grab the proposal and cast a petrification spell or a splitting spell on himself.

"And you... Hannah! I think I can apply for tutoring from Mr. Abbott, I believe he will let you come." Hermione suddenly turned her head and smiled darkly at Hannah.

She never forgot Hannah's 'credit'.

Thanks to the heir to the bar, Hermione will receive a lot of letters from friends in the mornings in the next few days, asking: "Are you living together?"

Then this led to another problem: Hermione was in a bad mood, and of course it was Cyrus who shared the bed with her.

Hannah saw that the fire had reached her in a blink of an eye, and ran out with a ponytail and a smile. Before leaving, she patted Harry on the shoulder and left with a sigh.

This is her last support.

"Ahem...Master President~ I think studying still requires a proper balance between work and rest." Cyrus took off her quill and kneaded her shoulders again, "How about we go out and play?"

It wasn't that Cyrus suddenly realized his conscience, but that Hermione developed in the direction of Professor McGonagall in some places in just a few days.

For Cyrus, it may not be a good thing.

But his idea was not bad, Harry privately wondered if Hermione was controlled by the old bat, and he would come to torture himself crazily in the last few days of summer vacation.

"Tsk, wait for me tonight." Hermione gritted her teeth and whispered sweetly in his ear.

This time it was Cyrus' turn to sigh, and the heat in his ears reminded him of the hardships of the past few days, and Cyrus' legs immediately felt a little weak.

Had he known this, he would not have helped Harry.

"Let's go~" Hermione rolled up her satchel, planning to go to Gringotts to withdraw some of the money, "Not only is there no profit in saving money in Gringotts, but there is also a storage fee...You can take half of it with me first."

"No problem~ put Smaug there?"

Hermione let out a "huh-huh", and in front of Hannah at the door, she took Cyrus' arm and walked into the backyard of the bar. The floating aspen wand knocked on the third block from the left beside the trash can Brick, then walked into the hole in the wall.

"Finally I can take a break." Harry looked at the clock and found that it was one o'clock.

But it's not bad, at least he can guarantee that the homework can be passed, and there are two kinds of feelings when doing homework with friends and doing homework alone.

After Zhanqi's monthly profits were distributed to the Weasley twins, Lisa, Mandy and others, the net profit that Cyrus and Hermione obtained together was about seventy Galleons.

Yes, they kept it together. Although Cyrus didn't feel it, it was changed to joint property because of Hermione's strong request.

This is only a monthly profit for half a year, which is already considerable in the magic world.

"Why don't you... go to a clothing store?" Hermione shook the shoulder bag on her right arm, "The new dark blue velvet in that store recently looks pretty good, and it's very suitable for custom-made dresses."

"You have enough clothes..."

"Don't you see less?" Hermione twisted him with her left hand.

She produced a small bag of cookies which old Tom had just baked this morning, and she fed it to Cyrus after taking a small bite, asking, "Shall we buy an owl?"

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden, isn't there an owl in school?" Cyrus took a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth.

Uh-huh?Bitten?

"But it's inconvenient~ We need to maintain a fairly stable contact with the outside world in the future, and it would be better to have our own owl." Hermione felt helpless, "The school's owl has to go to the tower by itself..."

"Buy! It's just an owl"

But having said that, I just don't know if the Weasleys will make magic output calls, because the entire magic world will make all kinds of signals extremely unstable.

The two who had just come out of Gringotts immediately made a corner and walked towards the Fantastic Beasts store.

Maybe they were too absorbed in chatting, Cyrus and Hermione didn't notice a ginger shadow crawling on the wooden shelf when they passed Patchy's cauldron shop.

There was only a "meow", and a yellow lightning flashed between the two of them. Cyrus reached out to catch the cookie Hermione was feeding, but he missed it.

The tip of his nose seemed to touch something fluffy at that moment.

"Thief!"

Cyrus took a closer look, and the big ginger cat grabbed the biscuit, and looked back at him with eyes full of disdain. "Crookshanks!!!"

A witch came out from the Fantastic Beasts store opposite, rushed to them in a panic and said, "Hold... sorry ~ it ran out for a walk today..."

When the clerk tried to catch it, the cat slipped out of her hand like a walking piece of soap, and wrapped itself between Hermione's legs to avoid the witch's grasp.

"Thief! That's my last cookie!" Cyrus grabbed it with force, "That's a whole cookie!!"

No one can resist a perfectly good cookie, even if that last one is chocolate free.

This is a Persian longhair cat.

Cyrus stared at the cat face to face. Crookshanks' hair was as fluffy and soft as Hermione's, but his expression changed from gloomy to lazy. It turned the persimmon face to face the cat. Hermione yelled twice.

He was still chewing on crushed biscuits, as if saying: 'Can this cheapskate put me down'.

"Oh my God... I'm really sorry, usually it doesn't attack passers-by like this... Although I know it looks weird." The witch just hugged it back, but the next second the cat slipped to Hermione's right side.

After Hermione touched Cyrus' head, she knelt down and petted the cat named Crookshanks, um... the hand feels surprisingly good, especially the lazy look that looks like someone.. .

"Its personality doesn't look like a Persian longhair cat"

Cyrus was a little overwhelmed by the girl's actions, so that the witch clerk opposite was covering his mouth and laughing.

"It...it seems to have the blood of cat lizi, but it seems to be stuck because of your...girlfriend's snacks..." The witch scratched her head, a little embarrassed, "Crookshanks always It wouldn’t be so clingy, otherwise someone would have been willing to buy it long ago.”

"Could you help me? I'll take it home right away"

"You said...it never sticks to others?" Her eyes drifted to Cyrus next to her, "So because of my snacks? And I was the first?"

"Hmm... logically, yes, yes, and for sure!"

Cyrus was a little hairy when she saw it. For some reason, he and Crookshanks looked at each other, and then they both got hairy.

"Aren't you going to buy an owl? Let's go." Cyrus held her hand tightly and walked forward, "Harry is still waiting for us to make up our homework!!"

"Owl? Yes, since that's the case, I'll buy both together."

Cyrus asked strangely: "Huh?? Don't you dislike pets?"

"You have raised Smaug and Stitch, why can't I raise cats?!" Hermione and Crookshanks' movements were strikingly similar, and the cat and the other stared at him.

"How about grabbing snacks with me?"

Cyrus glanced at Hermione's embrace, but Hermione caught his small eyes, and she patted Cyrus on the top of the head as if comforting, her eyes were full of love.

"Don't worry, I won't take your place," she whispered.

Oh, that's all right~