The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The trip to Hogsmeade village started again this weekend, but Cyrus didn't go, he was in the Forbidden Forest all day today, accompanying Smaug and Stitch in the depths of the Forbidden Forest...

It's not so much about 'playing', it's better to say that Cyrus is watching one dragon and one dog laughing at the caged fire dragons.

As for Hermione~ She still stays in the centaur tribe. Recently, because of Trelawney's astronomy divination homework, she even went to ask Ronan the centaur who is good at astronomy divination.

Cyrus sat on a stone by the stream in the middle of the night, and the grass ring around his head was woven by Amelia with plants, and Hermione put it on...

Bored, Cyrus picked up a flat stone with the force of force and floated it in the water. He suddenly felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, so he turned his head excitedly.

He thought it was Hermione, but it wasn't... Fleur Delacour...

Although it was already late at night, there was a torch planted by a horseman on the bank of the stream, and Fu Rong could clearly see the smile on his face when he turned his head.

It was a... lazy smile as always, a capable black school uniform was draped over his shoulders like a cloak, revealing the plush shirt and yellow and black tie inside, his sky blue eyes sparkled in the firelight Bright.

But immediately afterward, his excitement was like the ebbing sea water in the morning.

Quickly, like a child who thought his birthday present would be his favorite toy, only to find it was just an ordinary cake after opening it.

"I don't remember... Hogwarts students allowing night tours," Fleur teased.

"The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, leave quickly..." Cyrus thought she had lost her way, and accidentally walked into the depths from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, "You are lucky, at least you are now in the territory of the centaur."

Although the centaurs don't like wizards, their attitude towards little wizards can be described as 'little pony'.

Apart from these, the horse people's division of regions is very obvious. They even tried to divide the entire forbidden forest into it...but compared to these, at least the area near the horse tribe is the most forbidden forest and the safest.

This sense of security is like a person who lost his way in the Forbidden Forest and suddenly met Hagrid holding his teeth and carrying a huge crossbow.

"I'm here with Principal Maxim, don't worry~" She tossed her hair casually, pulled down the scarf around her neck, revealing the red lips of a French woman, "It's you..."

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

"You are in a daze here at night...won't it be because of the "Prophet Newspaper", the much-anticipated Miss Granger dumped you?"

Although Cyrus knew she was joking, he still scratched his hair helplessly, and he knew it.... well now, Cyrus and Hermione Granger's fictional little stories are beyond Hogg Watts range.

There is a hollow above the stream where the branches are separated, and the starry sky can be seen just right. Furong raised her head and saw a black shadow passing by quickly, and then slowly enlarged.

Smaug's feet landed on the ground, like a sword of Damocus that fell from the sky, and stuck straight behind Furong's back. The strong wind pressure even extinguished the surrounding torches, and Furong didn't dare to breathe out.

Especially when Smaug turned her neck and looked at her with those yellow pupils, Fleur's hand touching the robe was stiff, this was the deterrent of an adult dragon.

Even controlling a dragon that has been chained requires several wizards to use powerful stun spells at the same time.

"You're too timid..." Cyrus, who had won a round, squinted at her. His palm was like the soft fine sand on the seashore, gently stroking the top of Smaug's head and its soft skin. eyelid.

That's where the dragon is most vulnerable...

"Who said... the much-anticipated Miss Granger would dump him?" It was Hermione who was riding on Smaug, she had just come out of the centaur tribe, "Haven't you finished watching... Granger?" Miss Jie captivated him with her beauty..."

"Hermione!!"

She jumped high from the jet spine of the Novi Ridgeback, and when she fell, the Force slowed her down a lot, and she landed safely beside the maddened Cyrus.

'It's like this again!She said this again in front of other people! ' Cyrus turned his head angrily.

Smaug opened his mouth, and a hot flame re-ignited the torches inserted in the gravel. Fleur, who was in close contact with the fire dragon, felt the temperature as if he was in the center of the fire...

"Fleur! Come here!" Madam Maxim found her student on the other side, "Be careful, come slowly...don't be impatient!!"

Cyrus had a bad premonition, because whose principal would lead the students into the dangerous Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night!

Sure enough, the thing that worried Cyrus and Hermione most happened after all. Beside Madam Maxim was a figure as tall as her - Rubeus Hagrid.

Hagrid also saw the two of them, he lowered his head nervously...

There was a flower stuck between the buttons of the large moleskin coat, and Hagrid's beard and hair were no longer messy, as if they had been carefully groomed.

"Cough...Furong, it's getting late, hurry back and prepare for the competition." Madam Maxim's long black eyelashes fluttered incessantly because of blinking.

She took Fu Rong and hurried...escape!Yes, it can be described as 'escape', because Madam Maxim kept her mouth shut, she simply greeted the two little wizards who were in charge of the internal security of the arena, and then dragged Fleur away.

While walking, I looked back at the tall Smaug from time to time...

"Hagrid...you know she's the headmaster..." Hermione leaned on Smaug's ferocious head and stared at him.

"But...but...I just showed her the fire dragon." Hagrid pleaded aggrieved in a low voice, "I didn't tell her what the competition was."

"Oh my god! She knows about fire dragons now, think about it... During the three-nation competition, there were suddenly 6 fire dragons in the forbidden forest of the school. How could she not have imagined that the warriors need to face fire dragons!"

Hagrid's lips pursed for a while, and after thinking about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case...

"You like the Headmaster of Beauxbatons?" Cyrus glanced at his attire and didn't know why, even though he was using a questioning tone, he said it with certainty.

The half-blood giant shook his arms and denied it three times in a row: "There is nothing... how is it possible! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Other than this, who else did you tell?"

"Hmm... um? No... maybe?" Hagrid was not sure now, his mind was messed up, just like his thick beard, messy and knotted, and then turned his head to look eye-dark bushes.

"Then who else have you seen besides Madam Maxim..."

"Uh... I just met Karkaroff when I was looking for Mrs. Maxim."

Well now, the only thing that is clear is that besides the principal of Beauxbatons, even the principal of Durmstrang, Karkaroff, knows about the competition.

As expected of the Triwizard Tournament, Cyrus and Hermione have already seen the only battle seen in school before the competition started...

Seeing what he was seeing and realizing later, and gradually thinking that he seemed to be Hagrid who had done something wrong, Cyrus rubbed his face vigorously, then rode on Smaug and prepared to leave the Forbidden Forest helplessly.

"But...they only know they will face the dragon!"

"I hope so! Just tell Cedric and Harry about the dragon... don't stick so close to me! Humph... Queen of Ravenclaw..." Cyrus sat in front of Hermione , twisted his body.

Hermione had nowhere to grab her arm, so she could only use the Force to cling to Cyrus' shoulder.

When Smaug was flying, Hermione inevitably fell forward. From Hagrid's perspective, the girl seemed to be hugging Cyrus' neck tightly from behind, with her chest against his back.

Especially when her hands slowly slid down to Cyrus' waist, the warmth of Hermione's palms even penetrated the plush shirt.

"Psychological effect...it's impossible..." Cyrus repeatedly warned in his heart, feeling the temperature of his back and waist.

"Is this angry?"

Hermione's words were still full of familiar teasing, the weightlessness made her voice a little low, in Cyrus' ears, it was like the fine sand flowing by the sea, rubbing the unpleasant soft corners of Cyrus' heart.

"No! Those are all rumors of their own thinking!" Cyrus shouted loudly in the air, faltering and fumbling the broken words into complete sentences.

Smaug landed on the top of the Ravenclaw tower, and Hermione could reach the window sill as soon as she stretched her legs, but she didn't rush in, but instead pressed against his back, her white breath wrapped around his scarf .

She ran her arm under the armpit and tapped his throat with dry fingers.

"What have you been doing lately? Your voice is a little hoarse..." Hermione glanced at the empty lounge, "Aha! I understand, what is the greatest master of spells in the future thinking of? Is his first love happy?"

"Min! Stop taking what that little reporter said!" Cyrus said angrily, "If you ask me, "The Prophet" is no longer as good as "The Quibbler". At least, Luna's column on Fantastic Beasts is better. interesting"

"But, they think the current one is more fun"

"Ignorant! False! Deviated from the facts! Unproven!" He held Hermione's wrist in disgust, making her scratch her fingers in his scarf.

"Okay ok... good night~"

Perhaps hearing that he was trying to restrain himself, Hermione let out a chuckle. Under the moonlight, the silver-white Hermione leaned over her head, and her lips touched his hot earlobe lightly.

Finally, under Smaug's impatient and urging snort, he jumped into the lounge.

"Good night!!" Cyrus called back tremblingly.