The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The golden sun was shining on Cyrus on the beach, and the salty sea breeze had already filled the surroundings, enveloping the waves and washing Hermione's little feet.

The white foam was washed to the shore of the beach, undulating extremely slowly, emerald green, golden yellow, and azure all came into his/her sight, turned his head, and found the sleepy-eyed two people looking at each other.

When the winter morning light shone on their faces the next day, the eyelashes of Cyrus and Hermione trembled at the same time, and the girl's dirty socks were thrown in the corner of the room...

The two hugged each other like hugging their mother.

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, trying to roll some quilts, but what he touched was azure silk fabric. He opened his eyes in shock, and everything he saw was snow-white.

The warmth and shivering from last night seemed to come back to Cyrus.

The dress was hung on a hanger beside her before she went to bed. Hermione curled her mouth and shrank in the quilt. The two feet under the quilt moved back and forth uneasily, rubbing each other.

"Would you like to sleep again?" Cyrus watched as her smooth hair became disheveled again, because the sideburns were also taken off last night, he turned sideways, and his rolled knees almost touched his own Chest up.

"......"

Hermione didn't speak, but just stared at him blankly, her eyes were godlike, as if she always wanted to find something wrong with him.

"I say...."

"Go take a shower!" She interrupted Cyrus angrily, and hugged him under the quilt with her feet, but she flinched back halfway through kicking, "My feet are so sore...but this style of perfume...."

"Rose-flavored love water?" Cyrus muttered, bending over comically, which made her blush even more, and covered her face with the quilt.

But when she took a few deep breaths, she immediately lifted the quilt...Damn it!It is full of salty sea flavor!

The door of the temporary bathroom was only an ordinary screen, and the water mist diffused throughout the room. Hermione raised her feet and stared at the toes in a daze. It was the sin she committed last night.

The real effect of the love potion didn't work, the perfume just speeded up the pace... Hermione was still a little shy, of course, she was still a girl now, even though she was sixteen, Cyrus was a year younger than her!

Cyrus came out wrapped in a bathrobe, and by the time he finished washing, Hermione had already cleaned up the bed, except for the pair of socks in the corner...

"Stay here and don't move around!" She gave Cyrus a vicious look, and quickly glanced down, "Honestly-sit-over-go, bastard... .”

This is the second time I have scolded since last night.

"Yes!" Cyrus didn't dare to say anything, he lay down on the bed obediently, staring at the starry sky map on the ceiling in a daze.

Hermione washed very slowly, the sound of dripping water surrounded Cyrus' ears and even penetrated his brain. He remembered Hermione's snow-white back before she walked into the bathroom.

Unknowingly, the little angel's wings spread again...

The girl propped herself against the wall, and the hot water from the shower wet her hair from the top of her head. She carefully listened to the movement outside, as if she was worried that he would peek, her nose was stiff and her heart was beating wildly.

Hermione tried her best to divert her thoughts away, her hands nimbly rubbed the skin that was pink due to the hot water along the foam of the shower gel, slowly from the neck, to the chest, to the waistcoat line...

Her left arm was involuntarily propped against the wall, her forehead rested on the arm, and she lowered her head. Perhaps the bathroom air was not ventilated. Soon, she felt some gold stars, and the heat would be like the breath of last night, licking.

Reminiscing about the dance steps of Christmas, and going forward, the walks on the beach in Florida, they are like the past scenes reflected from history, this mysterious beauty aroused Hermione's fullness.

When she reappeared, Cyrus refrained from raising himself.

"Cough...Mien, why don't you rest for a while?" He faltered, as if his nose was blocked, and a stone was pressed against his chest.

"You're one year younger than me, we're just sleeping!" Hermione bit her tongue, restraining herself from laughing suddenly, "Call my sister to listen? Let me reminisce about you when I was a child..."

"Dream!" He couldn't possibly shout out.

"Then you wash my socks with your own hands!!" Hermione was like a puffy, fried-haired English round-faced chicken, "Choose one! You ordered you to make a choice immediately!!"

Perhaps because of guilt, Cyrus muttered for a long time before saying something with blank eyes: "M...Sister Mien..."

Hermione frowned, and she lay down beside him reluctantly, forcing Cyrus to shout several times before giving up. In the end, Cyrus didn't seem so reluctant anymore.

"Dear brother, did I take good care of you?" Hermione asked herself and answered, "Obviously, I made a good promise to my father... From now on, I am not allowed to sue in front of my parents, otherwise, I will bear the consequences~"

"Ah...this...ah..."

The price was a bit heavy, and Cyrus severely criticized himself, obviously, he fell into the trap of hedonism.

"Huh?" It seemed that because of last night, a psychological barrier had been broken in her mind, and her claws came out almost without thinking, "Good boy~ I won't treat you badly..."

"Wait... wait!"

As soon as Cyrus wanted to get up, he was bound by the Force. Coincidentally, he didn't want to use the Force to break free. In Hermione's eyes, Cyrus just twisted his body symbolically.

Flavors... His favorite flavors: Citrus, Hazelnut, Evaporated Milk, Sparkling Water, Strawberry.

Ah~ where is he?He seemed to be running barefoot in the summer field in the pouring rain, and finally lay down on a huge river rock in frustration, watching the fish jumping in the river.

Finally, before going out, Hermione's ears were red, and she washed her hands calmly...

Hermione wore the gorgeous dress last night. After returning to the dormitory, the three roommates were almost the same. The moment she opened the door, they stopped their voices...not gradually, but silently.

However, she just took off the dress peacefully, folded it neatly, and put on an ordinary trench coat.

"Hey~ Isn't this our 'new king'~" Lisa said in a shrill voice, carefully looking at Hermione who was sitting in front of the dressing table, "Where did you go with the little angel last night? You didn't return all night... ..”

"Sleep," replied Hermione succinctly.

Mandy closed the book with a snap, walked silently to the window, turned her back to the sun, leaned back slightly, with her left arm across her chest, and her right hand pointed at Hermione from below.

"You betrayed us after all... Tell me, how did you become a god?" Mandy pressed her throat and asked.

"Mandy, mortals have limits after all...hahahahahaha!" Hermione raised her head high and laughed sinisterly, "I am no longer the ordinary me! Mandy!!"

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the dormitory proudly, and lit the extinguished candle in the alcove with her magic wand in the lounge.

And Cyrus, who had just come out of the unoccupied dormitory, was blocked by four or five people, but Wayne was not there, he seemed to have lost his dream, lying powerlessly on the windowsill under the portrait of Hufflepuff.

"Be honest, where did you go last night?" Ernie tilted his head and stopped him.

"Cough...Principal Dumbledore called me." Cyrus put his hands in his pockets, clenched into fists, and said calmly, "You know, as a security officer, I must arrange the second project ..."

Justin pointed to Wayne who was moaning, and said, "It smells like lies~ As brothers, why did you lie to us?"

When Wayne was dating Fawcett, he was caught by Snape, so Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff deducted [-] points, but Cyrus, who also didn't go back to bed, had nothing to do ...

It's hard not to be curious.

But the reason why the Room of Response is a secret base is because it is not known to outsiders.

"Well... Actually it's like this... It's Cedric! Good! Long live!!" Cyrus suddenly pointed to Cedric who came out from the other side, and raised his hands excitedly, "Last night with Qiu Zhang-senpai How was the time?"

Cedric, who just went out with a red face, seemed to see a ghost.

"You plot against me! Bastard!!" He was in the crowd angrily, waving his fists, Zacharias tightly wrapped his arms around Cedric's neck from behind, with a painful smile on his face...

It was as if, Cedric had some terminal illness, and he was helping his friend out of the sea of ​​suffering in advance.