The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After the exam, in the few days before the report card was released, everyone entered a state of carnival, and George and Fred even went back to their old profession:

Go get some butterbeer in Diagon Alley.

"If you don't sign up for divination class next semester..." Cyrus was wearing dragon leather gloves, carefully caring for the sap and other ferns, and carefully collecting the dewdrops on the leaves with a bottle.

The Hufflepuff lounge seemed to be as warm as spring all year round, and Cyrus re-hanged the sapweed on the ring and hung it on the top of the window sill.

Cyrus stroked the fallen leaves and withered grass on the window sill with his hand, which was blown in by the wind through the window, and there was an original window beside it, which was a door specially opened for owls delivering letters.

"Not two?" Wayne enthusiastically invited Cyrus to have an exciting tabletop battle.

"No, I'm going to the library..."

"Tsk, I'm done with the exam!" Justin said speechlessly, "I plan to go back later... I will go to Hannah's tavern for a while during the summer vacation."

"You are stupid! Can he go to the library the same way you go to the library?" Wayne sneered, and said proudly, "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you don't have a girlfriend."

"What's the last inscription in your history of magic?" Cedric asked his friend at the door.

"Don't answer the questions! Don't answer the questions!" Summers shook his hand angrily, and rushed out of the door, "Go and find your Ravenclaw!"

Although Wayne Hopkins said it a little harshly, it is true that Cyrus did not plan to read in the library, especially after the exam, when he lazily came to the library, he saw Hermione.

She wasn't writing a thesis? !Cyrus took a book from the bookshelf, and looked at Hermione secretly through the gap, she looked more lazy than usual, rivaling Cyrus.

She doesn't really like hanging out with friends, though, so Cyrus plays a vital role: companionship.

Reading, studying, meditating... These are of course boring, but Hermione has Cyrus!Even when Crookshanks was out foraging for food on her own, she didn't have to worry about being alone.

On the first day after the exam, Hermione put on the blue long dress she bought at the seaside. Her skin was not like the wheat color she was during the summer vacation. After a year of rest, Hermione had returned to milky white.

There was a small pot of coffee on the table, and the calf protruding from under the table was a combination of strength and beauty. Maybe it was because of the summer, Hermione was only wearing socks after all, and half of her ankle was exposed.

Flipping the pages of the book with his fingers, the fingertips seemed to attract Cyrus as if they were coated with honey.

"When are you going to sneak a peek?" Hermione didn't even raise her head, she just moved a little bit inward. The moment Cyrus stepped into the library, Hermione had already sensed him.

"Peeping? I'm just watching..."

Hermione didn't speak, but looked at Cyrus sitting next to her with interest, she was more willing to hear what he could argue than to read a book.

"The same thing has different senses from different angles"

Cyrus leaned forward obligingly, but Hermione rolled over, looked at the wall by the window, and put her feet on his lap, as if she'd been waiting for this moment... for this comfortable position.

"Then what did you see?"

That's a bad question...see her ganache-covered fingers?Or her calf?Cyrus dared not speak, could not speak...

"For example... you read a different book! Before you used this posture to read books such as potions or the history of magic... When the stars of mankind shine? I thought you would read this kind of book again in the summer vacation" he Huadian was discovered.

Reading literature at a wizarding school is like doing Sith swordplay at the Jedi Council.

As expected of you!Hermione Granger! !

"I plan to buy Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina" in the summer vacation, but you know... wizards don't even have a decent literary work, since Lockhart went to prison~" Hermione Said.

"Ha, it is undeniable that his writing is really good..."

Hermione noticed that Cyrus' eyes would always drift downwards, and her fingers twitched involuntarily, so she took off the rubber band, tossed her hair vigorously, and erected the novel to block her face.

"Could you help me take my shoes off...it's a bit stuffy"

The foot from which the small leather shoes were carefully removed moved stiffly, with the toes slightly tilted. When Cyrus' hand held it, the warmth from the palm of the hand spread to the sole of the foot, which made Hermione snort twice. .

The black socks perfectly present the shape...

But she still showed her eyes, as if warning Cyrus...don't do anything strange.

"I asked Cedric... He said that Muggle family members are allowed to enter the Quidditch World Cup, but the tickets may need to be bought separately, after all, Dean Sprout has no tickets."

It seems that someone is deliberately teasing the chest with a quill... No, it should be a cat flicking and scratching with its tail.

"Muggle?! I'm not sure if my parents will accept it..." Hermione was instinctively worried, because the wizarding world was not as good as they imagined, what if there was a Muggle discriminator along the way?

Did she and Cyrus fight face to face?Or... go back and learn the lesson?

Hermione seldom talked to the Grangers about many things in the wizarding world. It was usually about learning and spells, and it was often Cyrus who talked about interesting things in the wizarding world.

Like some tricky jinxes, and some sweets... Of course, Monica Granger hates cockroach piles too.

However, the tickets for the World Cup are still very easy for the two of them to afford.

"Didn't your father always like football...the one who took my father to watch the World Cup before?" Cyrus scratched his hair in a daze, "Isn't Quidditch just football and basketball with wizards riding brooms?"

Apart from the two of them, there was only Mrs. Pince left among the wizards in the library. Except for the one who slept in the lounge, the rest went to Hogsmeade to play.

"No, he was just drunk by your father" Hermione kicked him.

"So... what do you think? Maybe I will trouble Professor McGonagall"

"If my parents are willing, it's really not possible, just the two of us..." Hermione's feet clamped his fidgeting hands, and the new socks she put on early in the morning not only did not smell of sweat, but instead Still retains a bit of lemon fragrance.

The stable semester was over, and Cyrus enjoyed the hard-won leisure again.

The chairs in the library had no backs and were all long wooden stools, so Hermione spread her legs slightly and leaned against the wall so that Cyrus could slip between her legs and lie on the chair with her chest leaning on her.

Hermione accepted him, holding the redeemer from behind with her broad heart like a nun, praying for him, counting his sins on behalf of the 'lord', and forgiving him.

The two of them read the same book together...although neither of them put their minds on the book.

But Professor Lupine didn't have their leisure time. Compared with Cyrus and Hermione, he was much more busy, and he had to drag his weak body to correct homework. For him, his professorship was coming to an end.

"Lucius, I don't think you need to direct me to do things..."

Dumbledore crossed his hands, propped his chin, and sat in front of the potion chair, looking down at the blond and white-haired man standing next to Snape, with a gleam in his blue eyes——

what does it representExamine?regret?Or disdain...

"But I have the right to doubt the safety of the school." Lucius Malfoy arrogantly held a small bottle, shaking the wine-like liquid inside, "What is this? Severus... you said Woolen cloth?"

"Walkers poison, that's obvious." Snape was tired of such trifles.

"Dear Headmaster, can you tell--us-us, why Hogwarts uses this potion? I don't remember that the Werewolf Registry of the Ministry of Magic recorded Hogwarts werewolves"

Dumbledore didn't answer him immediately, but looked at Severus Snape, looking at him deeply, and Snape just corrected his homework without raising his head.

"I'm only in charge of making..." Snape said with a twitch of his lips.

That's right, he just made the wolfsbane potion according to Dumbledore's request, and it had nothing to do with the affairs between the two of them, and he didn't have the slightest interest in it. Snape was still rushing to correct his homework.

Who knows whether Principal Dumbledore gave the potion to the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest or to the werewolves outside, he has nothing to do with it.

Lucius frowned, he didn't expect Snape's answer to be so neat.