The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Smaug took the brunt of the flames, and the barbecue on the iron grill was cooked almost instantly.

Although Beauxbaton's witch sat there very reserved at first, when Smaug fell from the sky and landed beside the bonfire, no one could remain calm...

Nobody feels normal after getting up close and personal with a Smaug...nobody! !

Smaug: Aww~ ('Deaf' growls)

At first, Madam Maxim thought it was the fire dragon from the Forbidden Forest, but when she took out her wand, Hagrid immediately grabbed her wrist, so as not to annoy this 'little cutie'.

"Ah...Sorry..." Hagrid's eyes collided with Madam Maxime's in the firelight and laughter, and he quickly withdrew his hand as if he was worried about getting her clothes dirty.

"It's all right~" Mrs. Maxim said vaguely, "Is this the 'sleeping dragon' of Hogwarts? In my impression... it should be in a dormant state every day, tearing up and disturbing its people"

"Actually, Smaug is just being naughty... at least when little Cyrus and Hermione are here, but... it's scary when it gets angry..."

According to her, what he meant was probably: if Hogwarts and its bottom line were not touched, Sleeping Dragon would treat every visitor kindly, at least, he would not treat him roughly.

"For example, it crushed two adult fire dragons?"

"Yes haha!"

When Hagrid talked about something he was good at, he would become agile. He tightened the straps on his shoulders intentionally or unintentionally so that the crossbow behind his back would not slip. When he was speaking, intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at Madam Maxime.

Maybe the crossbow is so big, it's hard not to attract Madame Maxime's attention...especially the black, reflective arrow.

"This arrow...isn't ordinary?" She felt as if it was specially painted black.

"Ah~ this one was 'blessed' by the centaur tribe, their understanding of herbs and divination is absolutely top-notch." Hagrid looked back and found Neville and Harry shaking their fists at him, as if to cheer.

"It's not bad, I mean... the atmosphere is not bad, at least it's better than tit-for-tat." She looked at the excited and curious smiling faces of the students, and said from the bottom of her heart.

"Um...that...sorry---" Hagrid struggled for a long time before he could say a word.

"what?"

"That thing I was talking about...was...at the dance..." Hagrid tightened his grip on the rope, looking at Fang, who wanted to have fun, and said, "Really, I just saw it for the first time... so it's a bit Excited"

"Oh~ I didn't care. It's better to say that it's already March, Hagrid..." Madam Maxim looked at the simple and honest giant who was pretending to be calm and tried to keep his expressionless face, "Call me Olim Can"

"Really? Dear Maxim... oh, Olim-ma'am?"

Fleur and her sister were sitting on a tree stump. After politely rejecting the seventh inviter, she took a sip of butter beer mixed with Yamazaki whiskey.

The red light on his face was consistent with the fire.

"Huh... do you Beauxbatons have these?" Hermione put the second cup of butterbeer in front of Cyrus, and while waiting, greeted the proud witch Fleur Delacour .

Perhaps, she knew that Furong's arrogance was just to cover up the 'veela' blood.

But despite this, Hermione was still a little upset, maybe it was her eyes and character that didn't care about anything except her sister Gabriel.

"But we have a beauty fountain~" Fu Rong put her hips on her hips, not to be outdone, "Maybe it is very suitable for you, if you have a chance, you can go to our school to try it, it will be good for your little-boyfriend ~"

"No!!"

Before Hermione said anything, Cyrus on the side suddenly blushed and shouted, maybe it was because of the butterbeer, he felt a rush of hot air from his chest, and the breath in his nose became heavier.

He held the second glass high, but there was only half of it left, and Hermione wiped the white foam around his mouth with a handkerchief lovingly...

"She doesn't need...what...the Fountain of Youth!" Cyrus tried his best to defend, almost without thinking about what was going on in his heart, "Obviously... Hermione is already pretty enough!!"

"Don't tell me...you don't want her to be more beautiful~" Fu Rong said with a wicked smile.

"don't want!!"

"why?"

She seemed to be interested in Cyrus's ideas, and although the 'veela' made Fleur more attractive, she could still tell that others were only attracted by appearance and 'veela' blood.

This in itself is a very distressing thing~

Hermione wasn't interested in his answer. She guessed that Cyrus was probably because he felt that no matter how beautiful a person is, he can't match the beauty of time and eternity...

"Because...because..." Cyrus looked at the wooden cup that was almost bottoming out, recalling the green apple fragrance in it, "If Hermione becomes like you, it will attract many human!"

"Ha~" Fu Rong didn't speak, but just looked at Hermione with teasing eyes.

Gabriel on the side looked at Smaug lying on the ground, curiously watched the 'little bug' circle around the 'match', and pulled Fu Rong over. Fu Rong snickered at the beginning and laughed at the end ...

Alcohol has also diluted her pretentious reserve.

"Aha~ So that's the case~" Hermione rested her chin on her shoulder, and gently blew into his ear, "If this is the case, you should really feel distressed..."

It's completely different from the previous ones because...it's a normal possessiveness, and it's just Cyrus ignoring it by criticizing himself on a daily basis, however, the alcohol brings it all out nicely.

And Hermione, who enjoys being possessed, can also repay her with greater possessiveness...

Is this some kind of twisted emotion? NO~ This is just the satisfaction derived from the mutual dependence of the two of them alone, just like Cyrus would like her to pat gently?

"Ah...why is today's butterbeer a little...weird?" Cyrus covered his mouth and hiccupped.

"Do you want more?" Hermione tightened her satchel tightly. The brandy in it had been used up a third. God knows how she added it. The ratio of butter beer to brandy is about... 2:1?

"No, no, this is... from the Hog's Head? The last time we went, there was no such smell"

He was thrown down by Stitch's swoop. Stitch took a piece of sizzling barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth. It tasted a bit salty, with a hint of sweet stickiness?

Stitch, who succeeded in the prank, escaped here before Hermione got angry...

"Smaug's again?!!"

Hermione gritted her teeth and pulled the dazed Cyrus up. The wizards of Beauxbatons surrounded Hagrid and Madam Maxime, as if they were listening to horror stories from the Forbidden Forest?

Cyrus lay on her back in her arms, stretching out his hands in a daze.

"Mom...Mother?" His fingers curled slightly, running through the shaggy curls under the stars, scraping Hermione's face, and he seemed to have drunk too much alcohol and was in a half-conscious state.

He can't leave any impression like his father, but even so, he still misses her, which is a kind of longing for beauty deep in the human heart.

Vaguely, Cyrus seemed to see a ghostly shadow above Hermione's head, 'she' hugged Hermione, just like Hermione hugged Cyrus... no, more than that~

'She' hugs everyone.....

The branches of the Forbidden Forest swayed like waves without any wind. Suddenly, the voice stopped abruptly, as if they were tired from playing. Even Hagrid's voice of telling the story stopped for a while.

Cyrus sensitively felt the fluctuations of the force, and even heard a chuckle of nostalgia and affection.

In just two or three seconds, the wizards looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and started chatting and laughing again, but Cyrus was a little sickened by the fluctuation, and he got up and threw himself on the tree trunk to vomit.

"Phew, it's a bit hot, isn't it?" Cyrus pulled his collar, he became more sober, and as he vomited, the nausea subsided a lot, "Did you... put the wine in again?"

"Just a little bit, my dear~" Hermione said affirmatively, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger.

Stitch, who was passing by, was a little puzzled, wondering if Smaug's saliva was so disgusting?Didn't you eat well before?

Cyrus reached out, grabbed Stitch with force, wiped his mouth with his fluffy arm, causing it to scream in disgust, and jumped up and kicked his ass before leaving.

"Want to play inside?" He invited.

"No problem~" Hermione was suddenly very gentle, she seemed to have no rejection of Cyrus' request, and gently held his hand, which made Cyrus a little unaccustomed for a while?

"And what have I done?" Cyrus said hesitantly.

"Are you a Stockholm syndrome patient?" She rolled her eyes at the other party, but still did not break the rare tenderness, "Just take it as my compensation for playing a prank~"

(Stitch: What? Aren’t you also playing a prank?)

They ran around the huge flame that shot straight into the sky, holding hands like gypsies, but when the Beauxbaton witches sang a song with their melodious voices, they retreated to the side.

At this time, Krum, who was blushing, was pushed and shoved by several Hogwarts Quidditch players.

"This court superstar said he wanted to challenge you~"

"But he didn't dare, so he just wanted to get to know you~"

"Who said I wouldn't dare!" Krum said hoarsely, and glared at George and Fred. "I just want to ask him if he is interested in joining the team...do you want to go to your England team?"

Everyone laughed, which made Krum even more angry, but he looked at Cyrus.

"So? Are you interested...Of course, they're blowing you up..." He lacked such a Chaser.

"What do you mean... let's blow?" Cedric pointed at him and smiled. "Obviously you couldn't sit still when you heard the goal in the first 3 minutes. Why is the Bulgarian team's seeker so good at throwing the blame?"

"Sorry... I don't have Quidditch ideas for now, at least wait until I finish researching the spell~"

"Well, if you want, welcome to come to me..." Krum twisted his shoulders and roared back, "Harry Potter can't surpass me! With Slytherin's crooked me Can Lizao also compete with the Irish team?"

It's a Seeker versus Seeker standoff.

After refusing, Krum mistakenly thought that Cyrus was telling the truth, so he left a sentence of 'remember to give priority to the Bulgarian team' and left.

Of course, there was another person standing behind Cyrus and Hermione. She quietly walked around the two of them and walked towards Colin, the only one holding a camera in the venue.