The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

334. After Sweetness Comes Poison Like Thorns

"Ireland won...it won!!"

When Bulgaria's Klum caught the Snitch with a score difference of 160 points, the Bulgarian team can be said to have lost gloriously.

Many people have expressed this: it was the Bulgarian team that lost, not Krum.

Klein kept sending out 'tsk tsk' compliments. To him, Quidditch was more interesting than he imagined.

When leaving the field, countless people were still shaking their heads for the game, feeling sorry for the Bulgarian team... It was already night when the game ended, and after people walked out of the Quidditch pitch, there was no sign of any decline in emotion.

"Not bad, it's the World Cup anyway, so let's make up for a regret..." Klein yawned.

After returning to the camp and eating barbecue, the Grangers and Klein went back to their respective tents to rest, but Hermione didn't seem to be sleepy at all.

The barbecue was sent by the Weasleys, and there was a big pot, and Professor McGonagall threw a pack of spicy dried fish to Cyrus, saying that he could give him a snack...

Cyrus always felt that Professor McGonagall was connoting himself, but he had no proof.

In this camp that temporarily belonged to the Granger family, Hermione sat in front of the fire, with her legs together and knees bent, hugging her chest, and she fell obliquely on Cyrus' arms.

Looking at the sparks emerging from the charcoal from time to time, the Irishman was playing whistle and harp in the distance.

"I feel that Krum is too personal and heroic. If he pays more attention to his teammates, maybe the Irish team won in the end...ah~" Hermione heard the sizzling meat on her boyfriend's fork, Hungry again.

"But I have to say that as a seeker, he surpassed Cedric in terms of skills..."

I don't know how many pieces I ate, and Hermione suddenly worried about whether she would gain weight.

"Why don't you go back to sleep first?" Cyrus saw Hermione dozing several times leaning on his shoulder, the sorrel ball sinking and sinking like a bait floating on the water.

"You...how about you...I'm not very sleepy yet" Hermione looked back at the tent and said, "If I go in, then there will be no one to accompany you? Well...I was still sleepy I want to give you some rewards."

"What reward? Wait a minute, Mien!" His ears instantly pricked up.

"Because you have not been deceived by worldly desires today, this is a reward for you~" Hermione half-opened her sleepy eyes, and she only managed to prop up her body so that her lips barely reached the height of her ears.

Her voice became hazy due to sleepiness, like the only lighthouse left in the night, she straightened up a little more, and affectionately pressed her cheeks on the cheeks that had become bulging from the barbecue.

The people around have rested one after another, so only their fire is still burning in this area.

In this quiet night, what still lingered in Cyrus' ears was not some Quidditch cheers, nor the chirping of summer cicadas, but Hermione's dazed thoughts.

Hermione let go of the arms that originally bound his legs, and then tightly wrapped them around his waist, chest, and finally his neck.

Cyrus was very curious about the 'reward', but looked back frequently, he was worried that the Grangers would come out, but when they felt each other's warmth like Adam and Eve, he temporarily forgot...

"I...I'm going to sleep first..." Hermione blinked, looking at Cyrus who was accidentally pressed by her shoulder and fell to the ground.

The flushed cheeks and her happy and determined face, in Cyrus' mind, were like the fairy palace that once only appeared in dreams, and the girl's eyes were still full of flames in the wood pile.

When Hermione got up from him, she almost fell, and she staggered in, leaving only a small head to say "good night" before slipping back.

But Cyrus still couldn't sleep, he poked Yu Tan with a wooden stick while humming, and was still recalling the reward from Lord Hermione just now, like a picture projected in a movie mirror.

(A movie mirror is a device for projecting movies, similar to an old-fashioned camera, and it can only be used by one person at a time)

George and Fred, who had won the money, were running around the camp happily. They saw Cyrus, holding his face in his left hand, fiddling with charcoal with his right, laughing at the floating sparks.

"He won money too?" George tried to call him twice, but it didn't work.

"It doesn't look like... I always feel a little familiar..."

Fred and George watched his movements, and suddenly their eyes lit up. They clapped their hands together and said, "Percy!"

That's right, they only saw this kind of silly smile on Percy's face. The last time he successfully confessed his love to Penello of Ravenclaw, but now the two of them are not as interesting as this pair...

Back on the bed, Cyrus rolled over and over several times until his best energy was exhausted before he felt sleepy.

When Hermione fell asleep, time was wrapped around her. Asteroids and stars were arranged in an orderly manner around her. She didn't know where she was... her spirit tensed up and then relaxed.

It was as if she was still lying on the bed just now, and the next second, she kept lying down and flew up to the clouds, as if... It seemed that she was floating around because of gravity until she was in outer space.

Everything was still. Perhaps, the stillness of those things was imposed by Hermione's beliefs. If she didn't have two worries, she might be more addicted to the spinning blur.

The stars, or the bed she is lying on now... are slowly falling apart, like broken time and space.

"The only...the only...what are you waiting for?" The hoarse and peaceful voice said, as if an elderly person was talking to himself, but the tone suddenly turned severe, "it is—now --exist!"

Hermione was awakened by the yelling, she turned her head, and there was a pile of fire outside the tent and the sound of wild laughter, shouting, and mocking.

Then the Grangers were also woken up. They rubbed their eyes and got up from the bed, thinking that the Irish were still celebrating their team's victory, but when they went out to take a look, they were stunned.

"God!!" Mrs. Granger covered her mouth and couldn't help screaming out of shock.

Cyrus also came out. He looked around seriously, and found that the camp was in chaos. Several spells flew over from a distance, tore some tents, and then set them on fire.

People ran to the woods in a panic, as if something was chasing them, but it was more like a swarm of rats before an earthquake.

By the light of the tents that were set ablaze around, everyone could see what the black shadow floating in the air was.

It's the Robert family!It's the Muggle warden of this camp!Below them was a group of wizards with hoods whose faces could not be seen clearly. They hung Mrs. Robert in the air and stood upside down.

Twisting them wantonly, listening to the wailing of Muggles, those Death Eaters laughed even more happily.

"Here! Here's a group of Muggles!!" One of them shouted like a pirate who had released a secret treasure, pointing in the direction of Granger's camp.

"Armor protection...Transfiguration!" Cyrus took out his wand in a quick reaction, first put the Iron Armor Charm on Granger's parents and father, and then created a towering earth wall to block the Death Eaters.

The sudden change made Mrs. Granger, who was living in peace, turn pale slightly. She was supported by her husband and hid behind Cyrus and Hermione.

Seeing that the spell had been fooled, the team uttered several strange screams, and then moved closer to them.

More attacks than before came one after another, and words such as "mudblood" were mixed in among them. The Death Eaters seemed to be even more excited, and rushed towards them without looking back.

"Get out of here!" Hermione rubbed her right wrist, put on the hanging ring, and opened a door leading to the house.

She firmly believed that the apocalypse in the dream came from a reason, and was guided by the Force. Hermione stood firmly in front of Cyrus, her robe was blown back, her gaze was like a torch.

Everything was torn apart...Even if they saw Robert being mercilessly and clearly remembered, they could bear it, but now, the Death Eaters revealed the wizard's hostility and hatred towards Muggles.

"Let's go together... honey, it's time to go!" But no matter how Mrs. Granger shouted, Hermione just shook her head.

Mrs. Granger hugged her wife, took a deep breath, and asked, "You will save the Robert family, right?"

"Of course!"

"Monica...we can't help you here." Mr. Granger watched as Cyrus blocked those overwhelming spells, with his silent daughter, and finally dragged his dull wife away from here.

"Father, aren't you leaving?" Cyrus turned his head and took a quick glance, only to find that Klein was still standing there indifferently.

"I've known for a long time that wizards are definitely not much better...Of course, I'm not talking about you, son." He curiously touched the breastplate outlined by the silver lines on his body.

"Mr. Klein, go!" Hermione urged.

Finally he looked at the approaching Death Eaters and clenched his fist, then let it go in discouragement. He stepped through the portal and shouted at the other end: "I'll tell them... son! I'll tell them the location of!!"

When Klein saw Cyrus with his back turned to him and nodded, he finally laughed...he still has some use.

"I don't know how to be polite..."

After the parents left the rioting place, Hermione finally felt relieved. She turned around and walked to Cyrus, with her left hand behind her back, and her right hand raised her wand to construct a lightsaber.

"There's no way to stand~" Cyrus continued her words, his tacit understanding made Hermione raise her eyebrows.

The two stood in front of the wooden sign that said 'Granger', with one red and one blue lightsaber, facing many Death Eaters, Hermione changed the second sword style and chose the third sword style Soresu.

Use static braking to strike later.

This time Cyrus is not the fifth form Dejem Suo, but the more swift and fierce Master Yoda's fourth form Ataru. He holds the wand and his side with both hands sideways.

The gap between the two fell under the spell, and Hermione felt the surging tide in her heart that never faded. Her hand reached out to Robert, as if passing through a space barrier, and took him to her side.

The Muggle didn't know what happened, and looked at Hermione and Cyrus in horror.

The powerful force supported the magic of the Death Eaters, and rescued Robert's wife and children one by one. Cyrus deftly pulled back the sword flower, and at the same time blocked the curse from Hermione's side.

Afterwards, he used his original force to return the attack intact, and exploded into flames again.

Mr. Weasley ran over at this moment, he looked nervously at the collapsed tent behind the two, and at the force lightning that split the ground, and swallowed his throat.

"Where are your parents?"

"It has been sent away, don't worry...Mr. Weasley! You take Robert's family away" Cyrus paused, then frowned and said, "Remember, forgetting spells are not allowed!"

"Ah, I'm afraid it doesn't meet the regulations..."

"Is it too unreasonable to use the Forgetting Curse after something like this happens? Don't worry, there will be a special person responsible for this matter."

Arthur was still a little worried, but when Cyrus turned his head and saw his clear blue eyes, he realized that Cyrus was no different from Dumbledore who was angry at this time.

In that clear lake, a ball of anger was burning.

Perhaps catching their conversation, a man emerged from the group of Death Eaters, pointing his wand at Cyrus:

"Avada Kedavra!!"

The green light was so bright that the other Aurors who came rushing in also saw the Death Curse, and there seemed to be a figure in that green light, rushing towards him.

Killing Curse... death, Mr. Weasley only saw the green in the corner of his vision...

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