The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Originally, Cyrus wanted to discuss with Mr. Tolkien about copying potion books, but the other party didn't seem to be very interested in this kind of business behavior.

"I have some new inspiration recently... You can just get something that complements the world view. Anyway, I don't pay too much attention to details such as potions in the Middle-earth world," Tolkien said.

No one knew that the potion book filled with notes in Cyrus's hand was the real potion note, and the Muggles thought it was just a derivative, probably a souvenir or something.

The two who were endorsed and guaranteed by the three deans quickly made their mark in the academic circle, so Lihen Bookstore was also the first to introduce:

The knowledge of potions in grades one to three, whether it is raw material processing methods or additive dosage, is more accurate.

Snape may not have imagined that these books were produced almost overnight, but because of the professor, Hermione did not add the name 'Severus Snape' to the books (but she still insisted that in the future, she must to return to him)

To Hermione Granger, Snape was the first imparter of knowledge, and none of these more perfect academic textbooks would be complete without his name on them!

Although the old bat always had a hard time with Cyrus, Cyrus still recognized Hermione...

Fights between individuals are fights and have nothing to do with academics.

"Miss Granger, where is your place of sale?"

A certain businessman who sells basic scientific equipment, seeing the girl in front of him did not dare to be too contemptuous, especially when he saw the two government professionals behind her and the certificates they produced, he became more cautious.

The eldest lady of a certain big family came out to practice?This idea was scoffed at by businessmen...

If he was so naive, he would not be engaged in the work of cooperating with the British government. Although the number of orders is not large, it is not a small number for him who has just started from scratch.

"No comment." Jin said softly and indifferently, "But I believe someone has spoken to you..."

"Of course, I'm just asking out of habit, then...I'll wait for you to pick it up at the end of July." The businessman closed his mouth obediently, and he looked at the three of them carefully.

The girl looks very young, and her face has not even faded from the greenness of puberty, but her mental outlook is much higher than that of ordinary girls. Perhaps she has a pride that this age group should not have.

As for the two accompanying personnel, their right hands were always bent, and only the left hand waved when they walked. Jin's eyes were focused on him, and the other was looking at the surrounding environment.

Perhaps because she was worried that Hermione was still a girl, Chester King followed.

"If my daughter was your age, she might... still be playing with friends..." Detective Jin glanced nervously and walked out of the plainly decorated office.

"So you don't think I should do this?" Hermione frowned and gave him a suspicious look.

"No...I mean, it's a little early for this." It seemed that Kim's car would be polished and polished before he left the house, but Hermione had never seen him turn on the radio while driving.

Chester King was very strict in everything he did, even when he was waiting for someone, he stood with his hands behind his back, and occasionally lit a cigarette and waited in the distance... Cyrus guessed more than once that he would definitely listen to rock music.

"Perhaps you should ask, Mr. Prime Minister, who was attacked by three shells in heavy snow in February 1991..." Hermione recalled the unfriendly experience when she first entered school,

"It's not a nice word to be called a 'Mudblood'~"

Even though it was summer, there was still a light rain in England in the morning. It wasn't until Hermione and Cyrus went to deal with their own affairs that the rain slowly stopped and turned into a wet fog.

Hermione leaned against the car window, flipping through the complicated orders absently, circling the follow-up matters in her mind, she was startled every time she passed an intersection, and looked towards the blurred window.

There are many toy stores on the street, and there are some models inside, most of which are tied with books.

Of course, they haven't reached the point of copyright cooperation yet, those are just gadgets made by Cyrus himself, but I heard that the models born because of the transformation technique made a British board game company (GW) very interested in the details .

Especially with Cyrus' 'Total War' series coinciding with them?

"It's really making money on both sides..." Hermione greeted the two companions politely. When she walked into the bookstore, her summer vacation had just begun.

No matter how the interior is renovated, the door frame outside is always brown and retro, and the small bell on the door has not been changed...but the soul is - Mrs. Hadley.

"So soon? I thought it would take another hour or two." Cyrus yawned, "Harry's birthday will be in a week, I hope he likes the gift we gave in advance~"

He saw the corners of Hermione's mouth curled up, wiped his face with his sleeve nervously, and said, "You won't be taking pictures again!"

"How come~"

She took the cup on her own, what are you kidding?Does she still need to take a sneak shot now? ?

But the only pity is that Cyrus is now living at home, that is to say, the bedroom that originally belonged to Cyrus has also become the bedroom of Stitch and Crookshanks.

Only in the last week of school would he be dragged back by Hermione.

"He will like our gift..." Hermione looked out of the window, there were occasional drops of water swirling in the air, and the gray weather made her feel a little unpleasant.

She seemed to remember...Harry's uncle's family were also murdered.

Cyrus lay powerlessly on the table waiting for her chocolate, the puddles on the stone-paved street occasionally splashed with water, the old phonograph has not retired yet, as if nothing has changed...

At first, Harry didn't know what the 'birthday present' Cyrus and Hermione were referring to, and it wasn't until later that he slowly felt the change in Uncle Vernon.

Especially after Dudley finished his portion of grapefruit on his plate and saw the meal in front of Harry, his little piggy eyes had a very hateful gleam.

Harry opened his mouth to bite off a piece of plain hot dog to cover his grin, and even Uncle Vernon just let out a heavy sigh that made his shaggy beard twitch.

He even suspected that this hot dog was expired...the ketchup and mustard sauce on it were pitifully scarce, as if a gram was as precious as gold.

But for Harry, this is unimaginable. Some changes are far more intuitive than Godfather Black's deterrence, for example, he is now the only one eating bread.

'Could it be that Dumbledore and the others threatened his uncle? '

Harry thought cheerfully, after all, it was too abnormal. Although this lunch was still poor compared to him in the wizarding world, compared to Dudley who was on a diet.

This hot dog with only two pieces of bread, a few sausages, and pickles is even more delicious when paired with Dudley's detestable look.

"Honey... no, I told you you can't eat these!" Penny's stern voice came from the stairs, holding a tightly wrapped bagel filled with maple syrup. .

"Mum! I'm going to starve to death!" said Dudley, pointing at Harry angrily. "That's all...why can he eat it and I can't? Well, you want him to be your son, don't you?" !"

After seeing the emergency food he hid in the bedroom being dug out, he started arguing endlessly, and the earth-shattering quarrel almost knocked the floor over.

"It's just a summer vacation!" Vernon looked angrily at the weight loss recipe posted on the refrigerator, sent by the nurse at Smelting School.

"No! I want to eat meat, do you want me to be a vegetarian?" Dudley took advantage of his father's turning his head, and immediately stole his remaining grapefruit.

This made Harry terrified, especially when Fertility looked at him, Harry immediately ate everything in two bites.

"If you don't change after repeated admonitions, then we can only...can stop your pocket money, baby," Petunia comforted him softly, but it didn't do anything.

Dudley ran upstairs yelling, yelling something like "Parents don't want him anymore". Seeing his sad look, Petunia was about to cry. After a while, there was a sudden noise outside. .

That was Dudley's computer being thrown by himself because he was so angry.

Harry didn't know what was going on with all of this, and as Vernon stared at Harry, who could even read his mind through his skull... Vernon must be thinking what he did wrong today What.

Just as he was about to wash the dishes, the doorbell rang. Vernon supported the table with his hands and stood up from his chair with difficulty. Harry heard the two talking.

He had never seen Vernon treat someone with such respect, as if it was the leader of his company, and then Vernon came back, gritted his teeth, and said, "Someone is looking for you...Remember, don't talk nonsense, talk to I come!"

Harry was at a loss, he didn't know who could look for him, could it be the president and them again?Or was it Sirius who received the letter?As soon as he put down the dirty plate, Vernon grabbed his shoulder and lifted it.

As if to arrest him, he pinched his shoulder blades with his right hand and dragged him violently to the living room.

But all he could do was put on a politely confused expression, Harry didn't dare to mess with him, and besides, he was already suffocating because he didn't eat enough.

There was a man in a suit at the door, wearing glasses that only Harry could tell they didn't have prescriptions. His polite appearance made Harry wonder what deterrent it could be, and made Vernon look like a chicken. dare not speak.

"You are Harry Potter?" he asked him gently, "Don't be nervous, we are just recording children as usual..."

"Yes..." He could only answer so simply because he was pinched by Vernon.

"Where do you go to school?"

"St. Brutus Security Center School for Juvenile Offenders!" Vernon couldn't wait to speak, speaking as skillfully as the Masons who were facing the neighbors, "He has a problem with his mind...everyone around knows it"

But the other party opened the palm-sized handbook and looked at it twice, with a strange expression on his face. When he glanced at the vigorous hand on Harry's shoulder, he frowned in displeasure.

"Where do you go to school?" He ignored Vernon, but frowned, and said gently to Harry.

"He said...he was right"

Although Harry is used to his uncle's rhetoric, it still made him uncomfortable. The other party nodded calmly. When Harry rushed upstairs to play the game of war chess that he secretly hid, he briefly talked to Vernon for a while. before leaving.

"It's strange, Harry won't cause trouble outside, right?" Vernon sat at the dining table and said to himself.

"Better let the police take him away" Penny said angrily as she threw the bag of donuts into the trash can.

"Hmph, it would be great if that's the case!"

This summer vacation was the most unpleasant for the Dursleys, but Harry was different. He was amused thinking of Dudley's daring to speak out.

His favorite author is Harry's friend?It couldn't be more ironic to Dudley.