The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(The series of "Hermione of Sith" will be temporarily suspended. I will finish "Misunderstanding" first. I have a lot of inspiration...)

Before the end of the school year, Dumbledore was preparing his costumes for the final dinner...although they changed back and forth, they were still the same clothes.

Finally, under the impatient urging of Dean McGonagall, Dumbledore finally finalized Gandalf's gray robe and gray hat. He was complacent in the mirror, and Principal Black in the portrait pointed at him.

No matter what you say, you don't have the majesty of the principal at all.

"So you ended up giving Malfoy back the notebook that Hermione Granger destroyed last year?" Professor McGonagall asked him.

"Hmm, I'm just sure of something, Minerva... something not so good" Dumbledore grabbed a handful of strange flavored beans and stuffed them into his pocket, maybe he will meet Harry or Cyrus later, There is still something to give.

"You mean Voldemort?"

"That's right—" he sighed, but McGonagall didn't see any sorrow, "---Unfortunately, I can be sure that Voldemort has succeeded, and I'm afraid there will be chaos in the future. Yesterday Sybil came to me in person, and she said that she There are two prophecies"

Professor McGonagall held his forehead in pain, and waved his hand and said, "How do you know that she didn't do it for a salary increase this time? Several times she disliked that the salary she bought was too little..."

"One is about Voldemort, exactly as Harry said, and the other...indistinct..." said Dumbledore, "err—but sure, maybe it's Voldemort's new life, or maybe it's others"

"Harry..." she whispered to the students of her college, "Do Malfoy and the others know about this?"

Dean McGonagall lowered her head slightly, and was as calm as Principal Dumbledore. Her face was covered with frost, and she did not shy away from the name that once terrified British wizards.

"They just seem to think it's a dark magic item cursed by Lord Voldemort, apparently, someone got off on it..."

"Hmph...why didn't you talk about Granger? You know, she destroyed that item." McGonagall said proudly, "I thought you would be suspicious again. Back then you were suspicious "

"People always learn—I believe in Cyrus and Harry, just like they believe in Quirrell and me, and James believes in Black." Dumbledore said gently, "It's a pity... this year Gryffindor has another Can't get the Academy Cup"

'Trust', 'forgiveness', 'rescue', 'love' and other causal relationships will create an indescribable relationship between wizards, and each choice will lead to different possibilities.

That is the most profound and elusive magical connection, the universal connection that runs through the whole world.

"I'm afraid Felius will be the first to turn his face when he hears it... Granger is now No.1 in his academy," McGonagall joked.

In the yellow-and-black auditorium, Harry was as excited as seeing Dudley's head stuffed into the toilet, and he held up his report card to show off to everyone.

It's not how well he did in the exam, but... he actually passed all of them? !

"All three of us passed?" Wayne moved between Harry and Cyrus, curiously comparing the transcripts.

"At least I won't have to face Snape alone next year." Harry almost kissed the report card, "Is this...excellent? Sorry, friends, I will only focus on Defense Against the Dark Arts from now on."

His only 'O' was given by Professor Lupine, of course.

Percy Weasley also got a high score in the NEWT (Ultimate Wizarding Examination). According to George and Fred, his ambition is the Ministry of Magic, but he doesn't want to sit in the same office as his father.

Passing NEWT meant that he would definitely be able to find a job when he entered the Ministry of Magic, which made him even more dignified when he walked.

Hermione still won the first grade in the end. Cyrus wondered if Snape did it on purpose. He had one more 'O' than Hermione except Potions class, so he gave Hermione an 'O' on purpose?

After all, he just passed the Potions class! !

"So... it doesn't count!" Cyrus put away the report card angrily, "Why? Why can your potion be 'excellent'? Mine is just a 'pass'?!"

"He's right there, go find him." Hermione crossed her legs triumphantly, and said proudly, "Since I'm firmly in the number one position, I won't bother with you..."

But the most proud of this semester is Ron. According to Harry, because of the competition championship, he has won the admiration of many people in the game. Except for class, he always takes his little owl with him wherever he goes.

In addition to being able to help his younger sister Ginny change some new textbooks next year, with the remaining money, he can buy all the textbooks from the second-hand market himself, and he can take this matter to avoid being talked about by his mother when he returns home.

"What's wrong?" Astoria sat next to Luna.

I saw Ginny frowning. As the youngest and most beautiful girl in Gryffindor, she was the one being held up no matter at home or in college, but she didn't like this...

She rested her face on her left hand, and lazily picked up a piece of pumpkin pie with her right hand, her eyes flicked to Harry who was having fun with everyone from time to time.

"I'm just so bored, I want to find something to do... But President Hermione, I can't help you~" Ginny said helplessly, "If only I could be like Luna."

Luna can always find something to have fun with and pass the time.

"I'm looking for a lily-of-the-valley bamboo insect, and Cyrus is also very interested. He said that if you find it, remember to take a picture and show it to him." Luna's voice was still so ethereal, "Maybe you can do something you are good at."

"Is it something you're good at..." Ginny looked at Harry in distress, which made Luna on the side always help her fan her ears.

"Why don't you go to the Quidditch team?" Astoria saw through the fog and saw the truth at a glance, "Of course, I just think you have talent in this area."

"Good proposal~" She hugged him gratefully, and fed her a bite of cake by the way.

This was something Astoria, who grew up in the rules and regulations of a pure-blood family, had never experienced it. For a moment, she was caught off guard by Ginny's hug and felt a little shy.

Behind Astoria is Daphne of Slytherin. When she saw Ginny's intimate action, the fork in her hand almost broke the plate. She stared at Ginny so hard that even Pansy dared not Feel free to bother her.

'Damn blood traitor, no manners at all! 'Daphne wanted to cast a Kedavra curse with her eyes.

"Severus, I'm going out for summer vacation, do you need to bring any potion ingredients?" Lupine said gently to Snape at the classroom table, "As long as there is something in Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley... .”

"I'm worried about your...animal brain. After all, you may not know everything. Secondly...I don't know you very well"

"Don't be silly, we will all be teachers in the same school...thank you"

Lupine's actions surprised many people. He waved his wine glass towards Snape. Although the other party ignored him, he still touched the glass in front of Snape.

"It's over! Snape flattered Professor Lupine!" Ron said affirmatively, slapping his thigh.

Harry on the side felt the same way and nodded in agreement.

"Lupine, your business is not over yet...especially Sirius Black's, I won't miss the next opportunity for revenge." Snape ignored the gaze from the Slytherin table.

"Then I'll wait..." Lupine smiled and waved to the students. He was invited by Harry to be a guest at Hagrid that day.

The next day, Cyrus and Hermione boarded the Hogwarts tower early, and Harry was missing Black. He said that the godfather had gone home to clean things up, and Harry was holding a parchment.

It was the consent form for Hogsmeade next term, signed by Sirius.

"Be happy!" Hermione hugged Crookshanks in her left hand and Stitch in her right hand, pushing Cyrus into an empty carriage, "Now is the break time, no government affairs will be accepted!"

"But... I seem to have done something wrong?" Cyrus was about to get up from the chair, but was pushed back by the girl, "Principal Dumbledore said he would come to see us next week..."

"That's your business, dear...you're the Foreign Secretary"

"Then I have too many positions? I'm a diplomat, a housekeeper... and your CEO at the same time." Cyrus counted on his fingers, and finally turned his head resolutely, "You still kill me!"

"Kill you, why am I willing to kill you right away?"

Hermione sat leisurely on his waist, slapped Cyrus twice, closed the door, took off the outer school robe, revealing the white short sleeves inside, and gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

As for Cyrus, who was forced to lie on the chair, he could only feel an increasing heat flow from his neck and behind his ears.

"Actually, you still missed one..." she whispered obsessively.

"Boyfriend?"

"No...the bed warmer, you know...the queens in history always have a lover" Hermione's laughter was full of malice, and it was hard for Cyrus to wonder if she was from Snape. That's what I learned.

"Then you'd better kill me!"

"How can I warm the bed after killing you~"

The scenery outside the window was receding rapidly, they were getting farther and farther away from Hogwarts, and while they were away from those professors and friends, they were also getting closer to their families.

This is a longing that has been separated by half a year, but fortunately, Cyrus helped her to dilute it a lot.

The sound of the train resonated a little with the back of Cyrus' neck, and the tingling and swimming of his fingertips was a complexity beyond his comprehension, and Hermione sat on him and read a book.

Perhaps because of timing, within ten seconds after Cyrus finished his snack, Hermione would always insert a new one; when she was tired from reading, she would hug him and rest for a while.

The sun shone on the shadows on the side of the road, causing Cyrus with his eyes closed to flash a series of flickering images, followed by a brief moment of dampness that dulled him.

Even so, Cyrus still felt like his soul was on fire.

When he woke up again from the citrus deodorant, coffee and sunshine, he was already lying in Hermione's arms, and the momentary sense of déjà vu made Cyrus dazed.

When they got to the train station, they were watched by a couple, the Vernons.

"Why don't you?" Molly Weasley scolded her sons who came back from school, "Look at other people's magic, don't you think you've made some money and your wings are stiff!"

She pointed to Cyrus and Hermione who got into the space door.

"Mom, but we really haven't learned it!" George and Fred said brokenly.

"Then why would they?!"

"I don't make it!!"