The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Fire dragon? Or two???"

Cedric inserted his hands into his hair depressedly. He looked distressed, as if he would grab several handfuls of his hair before giving up. He couldn't believe his ears.

Yes, that's what Harry told him...

Two fire dragons are not simply one plus one equals two. If you are unlucky and Hogwarts is allocated Ukrainian Iron Belly and Swedish Short Nosed Dragon, then he and Harry can directly raise the white flag.

In the group of fire dragons, the combination of the strongest shield and the sharpest spear, probably not many wizards can handle it well.

"Relax~" George and Fred joked eccentrically.

"Just rely on the small wooden stick in your hand to poke the dragon's nostrils?" Harry sneered, "If I get a little flame from the short-nosed dragon, I will indeed relax, and it's the kind of motionless..."

The night before, after following Hagrid to see those dragons, he heard Sirius Black's warning.

It wasn't just the various dragons that he had to worry about now, but also some people hiding in the dimly lit places, as Moody and Godfather Blake said:

Someone is trying to kill you!Harry...could be Karkaroff, could be anyone, we don't know!

"I don't understand, it's just a competition, why does it have to be like this?" Cedric looked very decadent, he sat down next to Cho Zhang, which made Harry glared.

"The important thing is not you, but Principal Dumbledore." Cyrus didn't intend to help them. For him and Hermione, it was enough to tell Fire Dragon for sure, "Perhaps you should think of a way now. ..”

In less than 5 days, they will play and face the fire dragon together.

Let’s not mention whether it was Karkaroff who put Harry’s name in it, but both he and Mrs. Maxim want Dumbledore to lose, because only in this way can he be shot down from the altar.

And when they prove that Hogwarts lost the game under the leadership of Headmaster Dumbledore, then they can prove that they have the title of the world's number one magic school more than Hogwarts...

They didn't even want to believe that Nick Flamel, the master alchemist from Beauxbatons, was Dumbledore's friend.

"It's not just Harry and Hufflepuff's jerks, you're the same," Fred said gloatingly, and shook his eyebrows at his brother, "You also need to prepare, after all..."

George understood the look in his eyes, so he said, "Indeed, after the project, it will be the Christmas dinner."

No matter how Cyrus winked, they acted as if they hadn't seen it, chatting happily and happily about the prom in the club, saying 'surprise' intentionally or unintentionally.

"So... are you ready?" Hermione stopped the quill and raised her head amid the laughter of Mandy and the others.

"I can't say~" When she looked over, Cyrus fell into a trance instantly, holding his breath, like a master detached from things, mysterious.

It's no surprise to say...

"I don't care if you say it or not!"

Hermione wasn't worried that he'd let her down, because it had never happened before, and she'd be happy with how well he'd prepared, but she wouldn't say it.

"Yeah! Be prepared..." Even Penello intervened, and she said to herself, "Otherwise, Queen Ravenclaw, who is on top of Slytherin, will punish you ~"

punish?Cyrus shuddered, they had no idea how horrible Hermione's punishment was...

Several times, he was almost suffocated, especially when Hermione covered him with the blanket...Practice his lung capacity!Thinking of the night when he secretly flipped through the photo album that night, Cyrus felt endless regrets.

'Anything but the Eye Sickness Curse? Harry propped his elbows boredly, looking at Ron who was playing with Neville there, lost in thought.

The fire dragon's eyes are so small, he needs to accurately aim the Eye Sickness Curse at the fire dragon's eyes, but once they are blocked by wings, they will have no effect at all...

He looked at the book in Cyrus's hand, it was about conversion spells and disappearing spells, which were currently the content of Cyrus's research on spells, but it didn't work for Harry.

Yes, a successful conversion spell can turn a wine glass into transparent maltose, and the disappearing spell can make objects return to nothingness and turn into everything, but it has no effect on the large fire dragon.

He couldn't use the conversion spell to turn the dragon into a log, and he couldn't use the vanishing spell to make the two dragons disappear out of thin air.

"Ron! Neville! I need help!" Harry slapped the table and stood up, startling Ron, who was obsessed with battlefield micromanagement.

"what happened?"

"I want to learn some revitalizing spells...George! Save me a box of war chess!" Harry gritted his teeth and stamped on the Dragon Book, "These are two dragons...I can't just count on Firebolt!"

Merlin's bad beard, those are two adult fire dragons... Once they are caught, they will die. The size alone is enough to block their way forward.

Then, for the remaining few days, Harry even forgot about Snape's potion homework, and practiced the Revitalizing Curse with the three Weasley brothers wholeheartedly.

"I still can't believe that the Goblet of Fire chose you..." Ron shook his head and said with a helpless shrug. If Professor McGonagall saw Harry's Transfiguration and Revitalizing Spells, five or six points might be deducted.

The Goblet of Fire was not the first time to select warriors based on strength. It is no wonder that the previous Triwizard Tournament had a pitifully low survival rate.

After a few more days in the cold November, the first project finally ushered in. On this day, Cyrus was dragged up by Hermione early in the morning...

He fell asleep in the Ravenclaw lounge last night, but Hermione didn't wake him up until curfew... To be precise, it should be that Hermione couldn't wake Cyrus up, so she could only maintain Fireplace flames.

The outermost layer of Cyrus' body is a thick fleece blanket, and the innermost layer...

"Let's go! Classes are suspended today, let's go directly to the auditorium." Hermione's soft hands reached into the blanket, pulled out her coat and school robe, and sat beside Cyrus, carefully pulling the socks down to her knees.

Oh~ Of course it was also taken out of his quilt.

"How many things did you stuff in my clothes?" Cyrus wriggled like a bug towards the sofa dented by Hermione.

"There is only one quilt in my dormitory, isn't it afraid that you will catch a cold?"

At this morning, Ravenclaw's eaglets hadn't fully woken up yet, and they all went to the bathroom one after another, so the rest room was the two of them except for the wise and compassionate Rowena Ravenclaw. people.

Hermione turned around and stepped on him with her feet, and Cyrus was pushed and opened his eyes in confusion.

What caught his eye was the white silk-like socks. Because of the angle, his eyes followed her healthy calf all the way up, to the round thigh, and finally to the 'absolute domain' in the depths...

'Damn safety pants! 'Cyrus' spirits were much clearer.

He stared at her blankly. The warm fire in the fireplace had been burning all night, and the firelight penetrated her maroon curly hair into his very familiar chocolate-like eyes. She was tilting her head slightly thinking about something.

The white socks, together with her clothes, may have stuck to Cyrus under the blanket all night, and Hermione's fingertips were stroking the socks, and there was still warmth on them.

This makes it more convenient for her to put on....

"Get up! Lazy dog!!" Hermione raised her arch and kicked the blanket off him with the tip of her foot.

"Wait...wait a minute! Do you want to wash your face first?" Cyrus pulled the quilt tightly, covering the area below the abdomen tightly.

Hermione followed his flustered gaze, seeming to understand something, what, it's just a normal reaction in the morning... However, she quickly retracted her legs, her eyes revealing a warning.

"You didn't do anything weird last night, did you?"

"This...is... Ravenclaw's lounge!!" Cyrus stared back unwillingly, curled up in a corner, "Mion! Stop thinking about it!"

"Understood, what do you mean...if you're not in school or in the lounge, you'll do some weird things?" Hermione raised her collar with her fingers in disgust, and twitched her little nose.

"I don't..."

Looking at her weird movements, how could Cyrus not understand what she meant?

Originally he was confident, but when he stared at her bare feet, his tone contained extreme uncertainty. Cyrus, who didn't dare to look directly into her eyes, could only stare down.

Even with socks on, the soles of Hermione's feet revealed a little bit of flesh color from the white...

Cyrus invariably thought of the ribbon on his wrist, which was the pale pink silk ribbon that Hermione's right leg lacked, so he couldn't help thinking about it.

"No~" Hermione stretched out her hand and tapped the tip of his nose with her fingertips, "At least until you satisfy me..."

"Stop talking... hurry up and wash your face! Huh~"

But in fact, Hermione had already finished her preparations, and she threw the warm wet towel on Cyrus' face.

Apricot and citrus scented, covered Cyrus's face with Hermione's used hot towel, strange to say, an impulse came into his mind: just keep it like this...feel it carefully. ..

He couldn't do that in the end, because Hermione just looked at him, and Cyrus could only finish wiping his face, hunched over slowly, the blanket on his body like an Indian apron.

When he and Hermione came to the auditorium, everyone in Hogwarts looked excitedly at the 'warriors' who stepped forward one after another.

"Hey! It seems that they can't wait..." Poliako glanced at the crowd around him, and greeted Harry happily, "By the way, Principal Karkaroff has already told us about the About the project..."

"I feel more like they're just happy because they're closed"

Harry sighed, and when he was about to say something more, Krum sternly pulled Polyacco to his side.

"Now, please follow the two security guards to the competition venue." Principal Dumbledore nodded towards Professor McGonagall, "Of course, the rest of the students will follow their deans and go to the auditorium in an orderly manner! "

Cyrus and Hermione flanked Dumbledore and led the six warriors out of the hall.

(Prom.... Of course there will be rustling at the prom, I will jump repeatedly on the edge of danger)