The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Is this simple prom?No...of course not!

For some, a date is a war and a prom is a fight!

Of course, that didn't include a silly kid like Harry... He was still moaning about the Warrior Companion, Ron couldn't take it anymore, and Neville felt his scalp go numb.

"Please, don't sigh after a while..."

"Because it's not you who are going to lead the dance...Damn it, I have to think about who to invite now?" Harry complained while shaking his head while walking, "Why are the girls all in groups?"

How long would he have to wait before he could grab a single person and offer an invitation?

Compared with these things, Harry would rather perform 'Wrestle with Ukrainian Iron Belly' at the ball than face the girls pointing and laughing.

"How about you get one with a rope?" Ron suggested appropriately.

"It's a good suggestion, but don't bring it up next time..." Neville pinched his swollen brows, "Compared to these, Harry, don't you have anyone you want to invite?"

Harry stopped in his tracks because he happened to see Ravenclaw, who was a year older than him, talking and laughing with his friends, Cho Chang, she was beautiful, gentle, and an excellent Quidditch odd player.

Ron seemed to see through his thoughts, and put one on his shoulder.

"Give it up, I heard from my brother that she has promised Cedric..."

"They all sit together in the club, don't tell me you don't know anything," Neville comforted him.

"What the hell... what about you?"

"I...I haven't figured it out yet...Hannah isn't bad, either?" Neville liked to see her smile, "Ron! Stop barking... Lavender has never been looking at you right! You Let's figure out how to deal with her."

To be precise, Lavender is fond of Ron because of his championship in 'Total War'.

As they walked through the foyer, they had the misfortune of encountering Draco and his two squires all dressed up, and Malfoy's face immediately turned into a sarcastic smile.

"Isn't this our warrior? Looking for a partner?" Malfoy exaggerated, "My God~ Let's see who can't go to the Yule Ball...it's you! Unloved Potter!!"

"Malfoy, since when did you look like a little kid who lacks love?" Harry finished mocking coldly, then lowered his head and quickened his pace to leave here.

Everyone is struggling because of the prom. As a successful person, Cedric's walking steps gradually become erratic every day. When he chats with Zacharias, he always deliberately emphasizes some names.

Zacharias was so annoyed by him that he hid with Cyrus.

"In the past few days, our captain has gone crazy... completely crazy." Zacharias held his head in pain, "Did you know that 'Qiu Zhang' appeared four times in the five sentences... .”

The rest of the time, it was replaced by Cedric with 'Ravenclaw girl'.

Hermione was quietly taking out a gift box from under the bed, which was exchanged by Cyrus on her birthday, but she hesitated for a long time, and finally chose not to open it.

Padma seems to have invited Gryffindor's Colin Creevey at random, while Mandy and Lisa said that the two of them just got together and went to the ball to watch the excitement...

"Remember, don't mention it! You can't speak first!" Mandy, who has never been in a relationship, is sharing her life experience for a good friend. "The little angel can only represent your victory and remember it deeply"

She talked about the old plot in the novel: the scene where the knight invites the princess.

"Yes, yes, maybe, you can still have an unforgettable time~" Lisa made a gesture of "scattering flowers", "Mandy~ Or on the night of the dance, we stipulate a Curfew time~"

"Sure...nine o'clock... how about it?" Mandy clapped her hands.

"What bastards are you talking about again! Then why am I coming back to sleep..." Hermione pursed her lips that had just been painted with lip gloss, and her maroon curly hair was also combed delicately.

"Tsk, it's not like you haven't come back to sleep... the night of your birthday in the second grade?"

Hermione covered her ears, and escaped under the strange smile of her roommate. Cyrus had been waiting for her outside for a long time, and what caught her attention most was the little white flower on his head.

That's a Christmas rose... Dean Sprout put it in the common room to dress up the students...

"Gandalf's holy light~ what should I say..." Cyrus saw Hermione who was dressed up a little. At this moment, he forgot all the words taught by Wayne.

The high-necked trench coat made Hermione look like a statue standing in the north wind and gazing at the city. When she walked to the alcove, against the backdrop of the fire, she exuded a fusion of intellectual and sensual beauty.

Although the trousers underneath and the snow boots with fluff covered her perfect torso, Cyrus' staring eyes seemed to be able to penetrate these heavy clothes.

Hermione was holding a lollipop, and for a moment, Cyrus felt like... a cigarette in the street in the early morning, a fallen laziness in the vibrant morning sun...

She came over and stuffed the half-melted candy into Cyrus' mouth.

"Hmm...cough cough...are you going to go out for a walk?" Cyrus bit the stick tightly, with the wet candy in his mouth.

"Whatever~"

They rarely go to the library recently, because of the arrival of the Third House, there will always be students from other houses running to the library...not to mention, those crazy Quidditch girls.

It is often seen that they are chaotically surrounding Krum, and Mrs. Pince chased countless times, but there is nothing to do.

She didn't hope that one day when she was sticking to her golden hair dumpling, a few people suddenly rushed out from the aisle...Even if they passed by, Hermione would be very distressed.

"Have you seen that dress?" Cyrus threw a piece of bread that Hermione hadn't bitten into the Black Lake, and a thick tentacle rolled it down.

"Not yet... I plan to open it in a week, the last weekend before the dance." Hermione didn't wear gloves today, and when she interlocked his fingers, Cyrus could clearly feel her delicate skin.

The girl's thumb would always inadvertently rub against the back of his hand....

Cyrus's heart was beating so fast, so fascinated by her touch, as if Thorin had regained the Arkon...and as dreamily as he had heard Gandalf describe the Silmarillion for the first time.

"I have something to do!" / "I have something to do..."

Perhaps it was the fluctuation of the original force, the two of them spoke at almost the same time.

"You go first!"/"You go first!"

Hermione covered her face and waited for several minutes. She could only hear Cyrus' breathing before she said slowly, "So you can dance? Don't forget that you offended Professor McGonagall"

"No... so-so..." Cyrus said.

While the two were waiting for peace of mind, several questions came from behind, with a strong French accent. It was Fleur Delacour who was passing by the Black Lake. She looked at the two with some regret.

"Well, as I expected...I originally planned to invite you." Fleur deliberately included Hermione, "then I will...not disturb the good work of the great master of spells."

Fu Rong just wanted to try, after all, it was too difficult to find someone who would not be affected.

"It's good to know! Cyrus has been my partner for a long time~" Hermione's smug tone made Fleur deliberately grimace.

"Ah...ah! Yes! She is my partner..." Cyrus didn't take Fleur seriously, he just echoed Hermione affirmatively, "How is Krum? Isn't he normal too?" ?”

When Fleur accepted his suggestion and left the Black Lake, Hermione twisted his ears and asked him sharply: "Again, you are my partner! Not 'I am your partner'!"

"Is there any difference!"

"too big!!"

What a joke... Mandy doesn't know Cyrus, only she knows the little angel!Hermione Granger! !

On Christmas Eve, a light snowfall had already fallen, which wet the shoulders of both of them, but at least Hermione was able to playfully jump on Cyrus' back and wrap her arms around his neck.

Shouting him to the castle like Stitch.

(tomorrow...hehe....)