The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The sunlight slowly penetrated into the room, and in that small bedroom, Stitch hugged Cyrus' neck and almost curled up on his chest.

Mercury hid his head in his feathers and dozed off. He was so exhausted from running all night during the summer vacation that he only ate and slept.

Even if Crookshanks pressed his cat's paw to his face, Cyrus couldn't waken him. He turned over and continued to sleep, and in his dark vision, the image of his dream was still playing.

"Legs...don't...step on me..." He tossed and turned, and gathered the quilt on his body.

"Get up!" Granger, Cyrus' backup alarm, opened the door angrily. Seeing the raised quilt on the bed, she straddled her legs.

The whistleblower, Crookshanks, was sitting at the door, meowing and cheering.

"You can't do this! You are interrupting the prayer of a devout believer!" Cyrus grabbed the corner of the quilt and covered his head, "Minn, you are violating my religious rules now, God Punishment will be lowered..."

"When did you join the religion? What religion? There are gods...Islam or Christ." The girl first grabbed Stitch by the back of the neck, threw him out, and then lay on Cyrus' body.

"Hmph... low level, I am the most loyal believer of Sleep Cult"

Why did Cyrus join Sleep Cult and become a devout believer?Because it's about canon:

First of all, sleeping is sacred; secondly, no one can stop believers from sleeping, and they can sleep at any time, anywhere, for as long as they want; sleeping must make people happy...

But most importantly, believers can sleep with whoever they want!

Of course, Cyrus preferred to sleep in Hermione's arms, or in her arms, and would only sleep with Stitch or Smaug when absolutely necessary.

"Sleep? Sleep education?" Hermione thought she had been tricked, "There is no such education in this world!"

"No! Everything is possible. Before you can prove that He does not exist, He exists...Hmph, Mien~ If you stop me from 'praying', you will be severely punished"

"for example?"

"Insomnia! This is the most painful criminal law in the world...Let you spend every minute awake in the dark"

"No, the Lord doesn't care~"

Now that there is magic, Hermione has no way to prove whether or not Sleeping Cult does not exist, but whether she will suffer from insomnia remains to be determined. What is certain now is that Cyrus will definitely suffer from insomnia now.

Because of some irresistible reason for Cyrus, when Hermione sat up, he bent his knees and leaned towards the door on the left...

Cyrus only felt a lightness on his body, just when he thought that Hermione had nothing to do with him, so he would choose to leave, the quilt at the end of the bed seemed to be lifted, and he squirmed in the dark like a snake.

He stiffly felt Hermione's warm body temperature...and the scrape of her shirt, and soon, a sorrel lump emerged from the quilt on his left side, and their knees were pressed against each other in the darkness.

The insidious gaze, like a poisonous snake, wandered over his bare neck and collarbone.

"How about...you go out first, and I'll be right there?" Cyrus said hesitantly, "Just put on some clothes...it won't be long."

"Don't you think it's too late to say this now?" Hermione pricked up her ears to listen to the footsteps outside the door as she spoke, her heart throbbing because of the footsteps.

She gave Cyrus a chance, but he didn't cherish it.

Cyrus moved back little by little, but facing Hermione's pressing step by step and the size of the bed, his arched back finally touched the bedroom wall.

That high wall chilled his heart...

"Mian! If you don't go out, can you close your eyes..." he said bitterly.

The two straightened up against the head of the bed, but the quilt still tightly wrapped around Cyrus' waist, which caused Hermione's eyes to slip from the clean neck to the chest... and finally the dark interlayer in the gap of the quilt .

His eyes were full of curiosity... The small bed was a little hot because of them.

"What's the difference? Haven't you seen mine... For example, when I lived in Diagon Alley last year?" Her breath was involuntarily short, but she still pretended to be fussy.

"That's pajamas!!"

"Okay, okay...just your business"

But at the moment when he turned his head, there was a trace of... loss that he didn't want to admit in Cyrus' heart?He patted his forehead, trying to forget those straight eyes in his dream.

But not only was the condition not under control, it even got worse... Cyrus turned his head to look at the back of Hermione's head, as if she would throw off the covers and look at him the next moment.

Hermione held back, she listened to the soft rustle behind her before turning back.

Coincidentally, Professor McGonagall came early. She nodded kindly to Mrs. Granger, but in the living room, she only saw a small pile of luggage and asked suspiciously, "Where are they?"

"Perhaps in each bedroom." Mr. Granger was a little obsessed as he watched the introduction of Quidditch.

McGonagall pushed open the door and saw Cyrus and Hermione, who were fully dressed, embracing each other and fighting together. The two even ignored Crookshanks' warning, so Professor McGonagall happened to bump into the reminiscent An elegant scene.

It's nice to be young~

"Although the school does not object to the affection between students, but... I still want to say, are you a bit early, Cyrus, Granger's parents are still at home" She stared and warned sternly .

"It's her...it has nothing to do with me!" Cyrus pulled the quilt aggrievedly, like a little woman who was bumped into.

"Professor McGonagall...I...I just told him to get up." Hermione straightened her messy hair, grabbed the collar tightly, and moved forward to block the mark on Cyrus' neck, "You saw that too. ..yes, he was holding me down"

Professor McGonagall believed Hermione's statement more than Cyrus, a strange empathy in this gender.

"Okay! Mr. Cyrus, maybe you should reflect on your behavior! This is not good for girls..." She thought that the two were not hiding underground, and then said.

"If you can control it~"

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall left the door that he blamed angrily: "It's obviously you! Why should Professor McGonagall believe you?!"

"If you keep arguing, I'll show it to my parents!" Hermione lifted her collar, and her hair below her neck, which was already dyed light red, had an obvious mark of strawberry red. Be nice~”

Although Cyrus resisted helplessly, he still had nothing to say.

If the Grangers saw this 'wound' of their daughter, Cyrus might not even think about entering Granger's house again, or execute him on the spot later.

(But what he doesn't know is that it is more likely that Mr. Granger will observe a moment of silence, because it means that Cyrus has no choice? Maybe...)

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was unusually strange, as strange as the five wizards wondering whether each other was a werewolf, Hermione and Cyrus would leave tacitly within a second when their little eyes collided.

Professor McGonagall looked at the two tiredly and remained silent.

"Aren't you hot?" Mr. Granger noticed that the collars of his daughter and Cyrus had been pulled up, and he only needed to wrap a scarf around it. "Is it a stiff neck or something else? Why are you always moving your neck?" "

"Ah... a bit uncomfortable" Cyrus crouched and drank the leftover mushroom soup from last night.

"Maybe it's a stiff neck." Hermione said with a sneer, "Professor McGonagall, are we waiting for the key to the door of the Leaky Cauldron?"

"There are too many people, just queuing at this time of year is squeezing in--" the professor sighed, and could only pick up the topic in the eyes of the two people looking forward to it, "--we have to first to Harry's"

This year's World Cup also has Harry who was invited by the Weasleys.

Originally Arthur planned to invite the two cubs, but they already had tickets presented by Professor Sprout, so he was a good person in the end, and as a thank you, he also invited the Grangers and Cyrus' father along the way.

What makes Cyrus unbelievable is that his father Klein actually accepted it? !

At the door of Granger's house, everyone was present. It may be the first impression that Professor McGonagall frowned when he saw Annie Klein, but Klein ignored her eyes.

He rubbed his drowsy eyes and said, "How do we go? Maybe we should drive... If the wizard walks faster, just pretend I didn't say it"

"Grab my arm" Mag said with a cold face, she heard Klein's teasing, "But there will be a feeling of vomiting, just hold back the habit, I think... there is no problem with five people "

Vomit?Mrs. Granger's face turned pale. You must know that they only had breakfast an hour ago!

"Cough...your mother is very curious about your kind of magic." Mr. Granger made a circle with his fingers, and said tactfully, "Maybe you can let the professor take a look and rate it~"

"They'll Apparate too?" Professor McGonagall saw Klein pushing his son on purpose.

Now it's a dilemma. His father and Professor McGonagall dislike each other, and it's just the stereotype left by the first meeting:

A dopey, alcoholic father and a haughty, weird...old woman?

Cyrus sighed, but suddenly opened a golden door with sparks in front of them, and at the other end was Privet Drive.

"Do you wizards know this trick?" Mr. Klein picked up the luggage of the Grangers, walked over, and gave McGonagall a sideways glance as he passed by, "Oh... if it's 'vomit', we really don't meeting"

Professor McGonagall's clenched fists showed that she was trying her best to hold back her anger, and replied: "No such new magic..."

Although she was also curious about Cyrus' space magic, her attention was now on the dizzy Klein.

"Let's go!" He kept pushing Klein's back.

"It turns out that there is still—professor—no... Sorry, my son has always been a genius, I can understand your feelings." He said very proudly, as if he had once presented the report card to other People show off like that.

"If he will come next time, I won't come." Mag walked over the portal with a cold face.