The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Durmstrang's students need to go back early, and their headmaster is temporarily detained at Hogwarts.

"When we go back this time, we may have to re-elect a principal... I really don't know what the next one will be." Krum stood in front of the boat, shaking hands with Cedric and others.

At the party after the second match, he and Cedric, the Hogwarts Quidditch captain, had a good chat, perhaps because of his courtesy to Cyrus.

In particular, he did not treat the rest of the students differently because of Karkaroff.

"Can you still sail?" Cyrus looked at the black ship that resembled the 'Flying Dutchman', a little envious. If Captain Sparrow was here, maybe he would use Blackbeard's knife to hide the ship?

"Of course...principal...no, Karkaroff has been sitting in the cabin all the time," Krum said hoarsely, and gradually climbed up the rope, "we do all the work...then, See you later!"

"What if their next principal doesn't participate in this matter?"

Hermione's concern was warranted, after all, who would want to take part in the upcoming wizarding war?

"Hmm...I think of a friend..." Headmaster Dumbledore's voice was a little erratic, his eyes were on the side where the sun rose, "He may be very suitable, this is also a necessary moment, right? "

He was thinking hesitantly, with obvious sadness in his blue eyes, Cyrus and Hermione rarely saw the headmaster like this, it was a kind of nostalgic thought...

"Professor Dumbledore, if possible... it is best not to waste Durmstrang's advantage"

"I know, it's just...his brain is a little...how should I put it? Stiff?" Dumbledore led them and escorted the last Madame Maxime away, Hagrid looked even more sad.

That man... would be a good fit for Durmstrang's Headmaster, but perhaps it would be up to... Cyrus or Hermione to convince him?

On the way back to King's Cross Station, Hermione sat against the window, her eyes seemed to travel across the distance, and she had already seen the delicious dinner and dessert prepared by her parents at home.

Crooks was lying on Cyrus' lap, snoring in the sunshine...

"You really should lose weight...cough cough, I'm not talking about you, dear sister~" Cyrus saw Hermione turn her head and lift Crooks to block her face.

"Hmm...it's time to cut back"

Crooks was like a fluffy ginger cushion that hadn't been washed for a month, and his hair exploded in an instant. After hearing this, Stitch immediately separated his hands and took the snacks on the table into his arms .

Including canned cat food.... Although Cyrus didn't know why, he wanted to grab even the canned cat food.

The lunch for the two of them was not bought from the trolley, but was stuffed in by Dobby before they left. Those were the lunches made by Bob, Stuart and other elves, the butter shortbread and Yorkshire pudding.

The entire small room was like a zoo. Mercury picked up a roll of newspaper from the trolley, threw it in, and then perched on the wooden pole above the door.

"There's still...but she doesn't seem to dare to tell about it." She flipped through the "Daily Prophet" and said calmly, "There is no mention of the mysterious person, but it is more about...dissatisfaction ?”

"Waste, nonsense... Her 'wiretapping' doesn't really apply at all" Cyrus glanced casually, turning his head away, "The Dark Lord is back, but the Daily News has nothing to say... nothing Right to speak"

He carefully covered Crooks' ears so that the not-so-cute cat couldn't hear Hermione reading nonsense from the newspaper.

"Then, is our agreement with her a threat?" Hermione thought of their upcoming meeting in Diagon Alley.

"Tsk, this is persuasion, how can it be called a threat?! This... What Principal Dumbledore said, can it be considered a threat?" Cyrus squeezed closer to her, "Besides, we don't want to give Contribution fee~"

What should come will always come, and she must thank that 'lady', if it wasn't for her and Palpat, perhaps Hermione would not have seen the occasional flashes of the multiverse.

At least... Hermione had someone to accompany her this time.

Cyrus hugged the stocky Crooks, leaning backwards in her arms and fell asleep, and then Hermione did a very ordinary thing: she kissed him while Cyrus was asleep. his cheeks.

Maybe it was too tired, Cyrus just trembled his eyelashes...

When the train arrived, the two walked down the station. For some reason, Cyrus always felt that people on both sides of the aisle were looking at him and secretly smiling, especially Fred and George who were standing at the door of Harry's compartment.

This time it was Mr. Klein. Hermione cleared her throat, carried the suitcase, and took a step forward from King's Cross Station to Granger's courtyard.

"See you tonight~" She pursed her lips, greeted Mr. Klein, and left.

This scene was witnessed by the Vernon family. They opened their mouths and stood behind Mr. Klein, staring blankly at the disappearing golden sparks, and then looked at the back of the man's head in a daze.

They didn't know that tall, proud-looking girl, so Hermione must have greeted Klein.

"Cough...my son's eyesight is not bad, right?" He collided with Vernon's sluggishness with complacent look in his eyes, "The car is all sent by the government... I don't just rely on me son..."

"So what..." Vernon grabbed Harry and left angrily, "What the hell, why would the British government send something to wizard's parents, why didn't I?!"

He took it out on Harry again, but only a little bit mean-mouthed.

"Let's go... Cough, didn't you wash your face this morning?" Klein looked at his son and slowly walked over with his luggage, the smile on his face froze.

"What's the matter? Didn't I wash it??" Cyrus said incredulously, "The Force is on top, is there something dirty on my face? Could it be that I was still dirty this morning to send others away?"

"It's not dirty~" The man scratched the stubble of his chin with his index finger, "Forget it... I may have experienced it before...."

"What do you mean?" Cyrus felt a little puzzled by his father's vague words.

"Face... My suggestion is to wash it again before going to Granger's house"

Klein patted Cyrus' left cheek with a handkerchief, and stamped it vigorously. When he took it off, there was a conspicuous red mark on the white handkerchief... It was a lip print! !

Cyrus took the towel silently, stuffed it into his pocket hastily, and muttered nonchalantly: "Wait...I'll throw it away later"

He finally knew why he was so noticeable... Forget it, just treat it as being bitten by a cat...