The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After the World Cup, Harry rejoined the Weasleys to enjoy the rest of the summer before school started.

And Cyrus also returned to Granger's house, enjoying the rest of the vacation as well, lying on Hermione's belly, looking at Professor McGonagall's letter in his hand.

Above is Professor McGonagall asking about the details of that night, while Hermione is reading the checklist for the new term.

"Why do we need dresses?"

"Maybe it's because... there is a banquet this year?" Cyrus guessed, "like a Halloween party"

Suddenly there were chaotic footsteps from behind the sofa, and Cyrus immediately straightened up. When Mrs. Granger sat down with hot tea, he was already cross-legged, with his head resting on the pillow.

Hermione suppressed her laugh, she still can't see Cyrus' little thoughts? ?

"Gowns? Let me think about it... I used to have a few dresses when I was a college fellowship." Mrs. Granger relaxed a lot after seeing the two came back intact, "Of course you wear them." No, it looks too old-fashioned to you now..."

But she still kept that dress to commemorate her college days.

"I remembered! I know a dress shop, which is very suitable for you to customize." Mrs. Granger said happily. "If your school has a rule that everyone prepares dresses, there must be a large banquet."

But here comes the problem, she doesn't know which one Hermione is suitable for, so she subconsciously looks at Cyrus...

Can't blame her!In the second grade, Cyrus helped her prepare it. Hermione looked into his eyes and said slowly: "Let's switch, you prepare mine, and I prepare your dress."

"Why? What if you are not satisfied?!" Cyrus seemed frightened.

"If you're not satisfied, that's your problem! If you're not satisfied with mine, that's your problem too!" Hermione threw the school letter to him and growled, "I order you!!"

"Tsk" Cyrus smacked his lips inwardly.

Until the day before school started, Cyrus didn't know what his clothes looked like, but only heard Hermione's mysterious expression: You are absolutely suitable.

It would have been fine if she hadn't said it, now that it made Cyrus scratch even more, but he couldn't sneak a look, who knows if she will put an anti-intrusion spell on the whole room this time.

The thought of being under the covers again made Cyrus sick.

But the clothes Cyrus designed for Hermione felt beautiful... He spent every day in that dress shop reading concept albums with others just for this dress.

So, Cyrus and Hermione each held a gift box wrapped with ribbons, and Stitch, who was wearing sunglasses, also dragged a small suitcase, which contained his favorite potato chips and chocolate frogs.

"Be careful... If you need any help, call your father... Of course, Mr. Klein can do it too," Mrs. Granger muttered, feeling a little bit reluctant.

Who knows, what will happen to the two of them...

Hermione hugged her mother tightly, posted it, and then walked to King's Cross Station at the other end, she said, "Don't worry! If you need anything, just call the number I gave you~"

Before leaving, a worried Cyrus handed the Grangers a business card.

It was a call from British Special Operations, and both he and Hermione were worried that the escaped Death Eaters would find their parents, so the Grangers would be safe even if they weren't around.

Agent King could hide the Grangers and Crane in a museum, or some secret safe house.

"Honestly, I don't have much hope." Hermione shrugged and walked down the aisle.

"You didn't even look at it, how do you know?!" Cyrus hopped his feet anxiously, he wished he could open the box on the spot and throw the clothes on Hermione's face, "I did it bit by bit!!"

"Huh~ How do you know my various body sizes?" The girl turned her head and looked at him with disgusted eyes.

"Well... this, this... of course I know..." He hesitated for a long time, but he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and pushed a carriage away, only to find that the freshman Laura whom he had met during the summer vacation sit inside.

Of course he knew all about Hermione, and he couldn't be blamed for that!You know, Hermione's favorite thing to do in the past was to hold his head and take a nap, and with her arms around her, wouldn't she know her waist was wide?

Although he is now himself, consciously putting his head on her to sleep...

"So you've been 'measured' a long time ago, right?" Hermione stared at him and asked, "What about the other two measurements?"

"I am...then the person who made the gown will know..." Cyrus blushed, holding something in one hand, and gesticulating the distance with the other hand.

There are some things that professionals can know at a glance and combined with their age, the difference is not much different.

"Okay~ Since you have this kind of method...it's okay, in fact, you can come to me to measure." She glanced at the other party, a little secretly funny, especially Cyrus' disappointed expression, which made her laugh louder.

At this time, they found an empty workshop, not the last car, and the aisles were very noisy, but Hermione was worried that some first-year students would ask her something, so she didn't bother to go behind.

The train hadn't started yet, and when other people were getting on the train one after another, Mercury got in through the window with the "Prophet Newspaper".

"Let's see, it's probably about the Ministry of Magic being scolded again...huh?" Hermione felt something was wrong when she saw herself on the cover, "The dark wizard died tragically... who is the dark wizard... .What the hell is the Ministry protecting..."

Hermione threw the newspaper on the table angrily, and was about to take out her wand and burn it clean, but Cyrus immediately stopped her.

"Come on, I haven't read it yet!" Cyrus snatched the newspaper.

The cover of the Prophet newspaper had a picture of Hermione and Cyrus from their backs, a Death Eater lifted into the air with his throat held, and the Dark Lord's Mark still hanging on the clouds.

After Cyrus finished reading it, it was indescribably familiar but also elusive. After reading the whole article, Cyrus realized why Lord Hermione was so angry.

In particular, there is a paragraph: after the dark wizard game attacked Muggles and camps, the Ministry of Magic sat by and watched, and the Minister of Magic did not know the whole incident because he was drunk, extremely stupid!

According to one of the nearest wizards, he saw the dark wizard's arm holding the wand cut off by the little witch... Finally, after they left, the dark wizard's head was twisted off .....

The author of this article is Rita Skeeter, and the rest of the content is almost centered around Hermione, and even said that she is the real mastermind behind the scenes, killing the dark wizard just to cover up people's eyes and ears...

There was even a wizard saying: 'I can't imagine a little witch doing this...she acts just like...just as cruel as that person, please forgive my analogy'...I think it's all explained .

Hermione sat aside, arms folded, grinding her teeth angrily and giggling.

"This Rita Skeeter! Is this a reporter?!" Hermione kicked Cyrus angrily, "No! I can't swallow this! It's just spreading rumors!!"

"But... at least portray you as more handsome than the Ministry of Magic" Cyrus could only echo Hermione's words.

The train started slowly. Perhaps there were more first-year freshmen in the carriage they were sitting in this year, so from time to time someone would come to ask them about the branch.

But there were not many people, almost all the little wizards the two of them had met during the summer vacation, some were single-parent families, some were from orphanages, but they all had one thing in common: tuition fees provided by the government.

In other words, they don't need to receive funding from the wizarding world at Gringotts, everything is paid for by the government.

Cyrus was leaning against her, with Crookshanks on his lap, and Stitch's ear in his right hand. He looked like a winner in life, which made the freshmen envious.

Suddenly there was another noise in the corridor.

"Go shit! Malfoy!" Ron's voice came from another compartment, and Hermione and Cyrus poked their heads and found Draco Malfoy holding up a red robe dress and joking.

There were many spectators standing at the junction of the carriages.

When he threw the red robe in his hand into it, he laughed and mocked a few more times, so angry that Ron stood up and gave him a kick, which made Malfoy jump back in fright, made a gesture, and left with his followers here.

"Can you get out of the way?!" He pushed the crowd impatiently, raised his head, and shouted, "Damn it, there are more and more mudbloods in the school now!"

When he pushed away a few unreasonable freshmen, he found that Hermione's face was slowly cooling down. Draco's hands and feet were instantly cold, and he subconsciously raised his left hand to cover his right arm.

Draco was about to turn back, but found that the way back was blocked again.

"Get out of the way!!" He turned and pushed the crowd with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Be careful, if someone calls you 'Mudblood', teach him the right way... The clothes are flying!" Hermione turned her head to teach Kevin and Euan, and then quickly took out her wand.

There was a brief flicker of white light on the wand, and Malfoy was pulled back by a force.

But this time, luckily, it wasn't his face that was hit, but the back of his head... As a result, Malfoy passed out instantly and fell down in the aisle.

No one woke him up, and no one helped him...Maybe he will lie quietly until the train arrives, right?