The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Because of the number of people this time, the Weasley twins chose the nearest Hog's Head pub. Of course, the butter beer there is also more delicious, but...

Originally, they thought that the bar owner would not buy it, but unexpectedly... When they heard that it was Hogwarts, the bar owner was very happy, and recommended several brandies suitable for seasoning.

"What you want... I heard that this one is very suitable for blending into butter beer." Fred handed a small box to Hermione mysteriously, "The taste is so smooth that you can't drink it carefully, it only has stamina ..."

"You... what are you talking about?! I'm just useful!" Hermione quickly stuffed the box into her satchel.

Seeing this, Fred didn't say much, he just looked at Cyrus who entered the door, and said like a priest forgiving a sinner holding an indulgence, "Merlin~you...you can do it yourself."

Cyrus: Huh?

When he looked at Hermione suspiciously, nothing could be seen on the other side's face, but as usual, he was holding the small Wuhen Stretching Charm satchel plainly, and raised his other arm towards him.

"Aren't you going for a walk together?" Hermione pointed to the empty classroom, "There is a big event tonight..."

"I think I need to relax recently." Cyrus stretched his waist. In addition to preparing for the competition, he also studied the deep meaning of basic spells, such as the limit of the floating spell.

Of course....the most important thing is the silent spell, and hopefully Draco Malfoy won't know that their Headmaster is teaching Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws...he might go crazy.

Cyrus hooked her wrist, and walked in the castle that was protected from the cold wind on the weekend.

"Speaking as if you haven't 'relaxed' and don't know who it is... haunting me in the Ravenclaw lounge and the Room of Requirement every night, and I don't want to go back after the curfew~" She deliberately emphasized the words.

Is it just Cyrus?No... so did Hermione, the beast in her, longing to find freedom and indulgence, pleasure, in Cyrus, if only the scent molecules in the flickering firelight.

Her gaze shifted to Cyrus's wine-red scarf, and through the knitted collar and collar, she could see the bite mark on the collarbone.

"I'm just... um... not enough..." Cyrus muttered, he suddenly felt a tingling itch on his neck, but he still looked at Hermione's smooth face without showing any weakness, The upper part of the neck is exposed.

The weather has entered March, and the weather has gradually turned to spring, but the howling of the north wind still hasn't stopped.

Perhaps it was the hype and bragging of 'Kings of the Party' (as George and Fred themselves called it) but Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were intrigued, as was Krum.

Because George pointed at the back of Cyrus and Cedric, and said: "That... is the 'Lightning' of our school; that! Forget it... just a little boy who is liked by Ravenclaw witches... .”

"They? Don't they need to train or something?" Krum folded his hands, showing a little interest in his admiration.

"Training? Huh...he's a genius! He's a Quidditch ace chaser and gold medal hitter." George glanced at C. Warrington disdainfully, "I've seen it with my own eyes. Walk the ball and hit him in the face!"

However, Poliako, who was in the second project, declined Harry's invitation. He said: "Sorry ~ Principal Karkaroff wants to train me...Actually, my level of magic spells is not as good as Krum's"

It's not a lie, after all, when facing the fire dragon, he behaved flustered.

The novels of Cyrus are very popular with the witches of Beauxbatons. They seem to portray Cyrus in a similar way to Thorin in Tolkien, a professor of linguistics.

Especially the elf king Thranduil who is arrogant and beautiful, who likes to sneer, and loves jewelry.

"If they just like 'sneering', maybe Professor Snape fits their aesthetics perfectly." Hermione glanced arrogantly at the girly Beauxbaton witch.

"But...the point is 'handsome', Snape's greasy bat can't do it..." Cyrus retorted.

"Really? Then should I feel sad?" A cold voice sounded from the corner of the wall, as if it came from the depths below, "Although you are very good at describing, it won't do anything to your potions~"

Damn it!It's Severus Snape!

Cyrus didn't understand why he was always able to remain silent, and just when he was saying bad things...should be, objective evaluation, and appeared by his side?

He stiffened and tried to pull his arm out, but Hermione clamped his elbow instead...

"Five from Hufflepuff...ah no, ten, for talking about the professor casually, and..." He lowered his head, as if thinking about the death penalty for the prisoner Cyrus, his eyes fixed on the two Man hooks wrists together.

After pondering for a moment, Snape suddenly said: "As for the experiment on the potion paper, I think we should add a little more experiment... Presumably Miss Granger is very interested in Mr. Cyrus as an experiment?"

"It's all just for potions knowledge~" Hermione nodded modestly.

"Ahaha... yes, it's a sacrifice for the truth..." Snape rubbed his hooked nose with his fingers, and said slowly, "Mermaids? Cat leopards? Horned water snakes... there are too many to choose from. chosen"

Each time a species was said, the light in Hermione's eyes would flicker, go out, and then be brighter than the last time.

Cyrus dragged her hand away from the terrifying Snape, who almost subconsciously used the force of lightning just now... Tsk, what a sin, it must be that Hermione's too much Sith recently has affected him.

The bonfire surrounded by tile-like rocks in Hagrid's hut became even bigger. The giant was surrounded by Justin, Wayne, and Anthony. The tall giant was squatting and feeding Fang.

"She must be angry... Madame Maxime has ignored me since the Yule Ball..." Hagrid muttered sadly.

"Who told you that she is a half-giant! Aren't you scolding her?" Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"How did I know she would have such a big reaction?" The giant pulled the rein so hard that Fang Ya, who was holding a piece of meat in his mouth, was almost dragged away by him, "What's wrong with the giant's bloodline...I also admit it!"

"You're so stupid! He's the headmaster!" Wayne looked at Hagrid, who was confused about the situation, and said impatiently, "It's rude for you to ask Beauxbaton's headmaster if he's of giant blood. Is it okay?"

The point is that even though Mrs. Maxime, who was as tall as Hagrid, was a half-blood giant, she couldn't admit that in the magical world full of blood prejudice, it would shame Beauxbaton School.

Hagrid looked at Cyrus and Hermione as if he had seen a savior. He suddenly realized: "That's why she said she has a big frame? Then how can I..."

He looked at Cyrus, and Cyrus looked at Hermione, and Hermione looked at Hagrid, and the eyes of the three formed a strange triangle.

"I seem to be very good at this kind of thing?" Cyrus searched for the answer in his mind.

"Huh? Isn't it... You're more popular with Hufflepuff than Digory sometimes—isn't it?"

"Don't listen to their nonsense! I don't understand!" Cyrus pointed to the friends who were laughing together, "You might as well hope that the headmaster of Beauxbatons will accept your invitation...and your...mole fur coat"

Hagrid's words were like a frustrated person who suddenly ran to a friend's house and asked her husband in front of the owner's wife, "Ah~ didn't you have many girls you liked before?"

Yes, Hagrid, all year round, except for a few heavy plush cotton jackets and trench coats, is a moleskin coat, and his perpetually messy, unclean beard.

His beard was as unkempt as Hermione's who hadn't combed her hair for three days...

As night fell slowly, Beauxbaton's students gradually came out of the carriage, and Durmstrang's students were running along the shore of the Black Lake...they saw the flames of the bonfire from afar .

Of course, what attracted them the most was always the fire dragon covered with pitch-black hard scales: Smaug.

Hagrid was wearing a windbreaker, carrying the giant crossbow (although Wayne said that he would definitely get him a double-barreled shotgun next semester), holding his teeth, and standing ruthlessly on the edge, watching the students passing by.

Even though he was really serious, Hagrid couldn't help but be curious to see what they danced when they sang...  

Of course, fortunately, Mrs. Maxime followed the last of the students and came over. She changed into a more plain dress, but she just glanced at Hagrid a few more times as she passed by.

Because Hagrid's attire, carefully selected by Harry, Wayne and others, was different from that at the ball.