The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

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After the trial was over, Harry was so relieved that he rushed out and was caught by Ron and Neville.

"How's it going?"

"Withdrawn... all the charges!" Harry happily expressed his gratitude to Agent Jin behind him. This time he really felt the kindness of strangers, not friends.

"Thanks to the British government, boy." Jin lowered his head and wiped his glasses, unable to see what expression was hidden on his face.

"It's only been a few days since I left school, do you want to spend the rest of the day with me?" Dumbledore invited Cyrus, "Well...it's not that big, it's just for gatherings among friends... .”

The problem was, Cyrus still wanted to hang out with Hermione during the last few days of summer vacation.

"Forget it...cough...I'm looking for a new place to live recently." He tiptoed restlessly, "I was kicked out of the house by my father, so..."

Ron on the side felt sad for him, and wanted to comfort Cyrus.

"If you don't mind, you can come to live with me...Anyway, there is still room for a bed..."

But Harry grabbed Ron, what a joke... he didn't even look at who was standing next to Cyrus, besides, why wouldn't he live with his girlfriend instead of living with a large group of people at your house ?

Dumbledore looked at him, then at Hermione Granger, and finally nodded deeply, like the godfather of the Italian gangsters.

Malfoy was also by the door. He glanced at the few people, and when he saw Fudge coming out, he immediately turned around and walked away. There were some light noises from his long lapel, which probably happened when the gold coins collided with each other. issued together.

Percy came out with Fudge, head held high, some rolls of parchment and quills in his arms, and like the Minister, he ignored Arthur Weasley.

As for Mr. Weasley, except for the smile at the corner of his mouth froze for a moment, there was no change, as if he hadn't seen his former third son.

"What's the matter with him?" Hermione said dissatisfied, "Even Penelope didn't pay attention... what did he want to do?"

"Just stated his position... He thinks the Ministry of Magic is right, just because he was reused by Fudge." Mr. Weasley showed a wry smile, "Leave him alone, it's Lucius Malfoy again. ..”

He didn't know where Malfoy's money came from, and the annual donations made the Malfoy family's network cover the entire Ministry of Magic.

They can even delay decrees and arrest and investigation orders that are not good for them, so that they can wait until he has packed up all the evidence... and the decrees after the delay are of no use.

"In addition to the good news for Harry, I also have a good news and a bad news..."

Dumbledore and the people around him bent down, and then Cyrus leaned into their ears and whispered: "Part of Lucius Malfoy's wealth came from the British royal family, and it has now been cut off."

But the bad news that followed was that Lucius had condensed most of the British interest groups.

"This is not Malfoy's style!" Arthur exclaimed, "You must know that Voldemort's attitude towards Muggles is extremely disgusting...he will not allow his subordinates to get close to Muggles..."

"It doesn't have to be close, it sees them as tools... even weapons" Dumbledore wanted to continue, but seeing Cyrus stopped again, he thought this was not a good place to talk.

Before parting, Dumbledore patted his forehead and said, "By the way, look at my memory... I almost forgot"

Dumbledore took out two envelopes from his unfathomable pocket, and to Harry's amazement, he couldn't imagine that this small pocket, filled with countless snacks, could hold two letters the size of Hagrid's palm .

But he didn't say anything, and left in a hurry after giving the things.

Chester King actually left them at the intersection because he was in a hurry to pick up his daughter from school. He said that if he didn't make it on time, he would be scolded by his wife when he went back.

"By the way...cough...who will pick it up..." Hermione slapped her tail.

"what?"

Cyrus's nerves jumped up in a rare way, he was instinctively afraid of this topic, maybe he knew what Hermione meant, but he pretended to be confused as if evading.

"I said ~ if... If we have children in the future, who will pick them up from school?" She seemed to feel that one was not enough.

"Uh-huh-huh~ (Improv) What are you looking at me for?"

"My suggestion is, think it over before answering..." Hermione folded her arms, her face seemed to be flushed, she looked at the street shop indifferently and said, "Actually, I can, but I need you to come to work."

Cyrus's heart tightened. If there was a Boggart here now, it might immediately turn into a desk, or a vulgar desk without any characteristics.

Then there was a person sitting on it, working like a machine.

At this moment, he turned his brain urgently. If he could communicate, he even wanted to pull out the voice that had appeared in his mind and discuss it together.

That second passed very slowly, and he seemed to see the flow of time, the origin of creatures, and even string theory...

"Why don't you teach them magic?" Cyrus stepped forward, stood in the small courtyard of Granger's house, turned around and said, "Honey... hanging rings is not difficult to do, I can do a few more indivual...."

"At least think about it before they know magic~"

Hearing this kind of answer, Hermione could only snort a few times arrogantly.

It was at night that Cyrus and Hermione opened the letter that Dumbledore handed them. The pattern on the outside was the Hogwarts school badge as usual, but there were more than just book lists and class schedules inside.

Two more yellow-black-and-blue-and-gold things fell out...

"Prefect badge! Damn...I don't want to be a prefect!" Cyrus angrily put the dream of others on the sofa, "Dumbledore can't use power to corrupt my heart!!"

"But...prefects have their own office and bathroom~" Hermione moved to his side like Crookshanks, "It's a big, big bath..."

ah!He heard Cedric say this! !

Hermione's legs were juxtaposed and bent, protruding from her nightgown, and Cyrus couldn't help but associate the bathroom with her... Mmm~ He raised his legs and surfaced, in the heat, with some red Beads of water remained on his skin.

It's like a cat licking the dew on the blades of grass in the morning with its tongue...

"That's not bad~" Cyrus nodded, and picked up the prefect badge again, "Of course, I just think the prefect's office is not bad, a separate private office?"

"Heh~" Hermione kicked him lightly, "Maybe our offices can be connected?"

"Just put... how about our 'Mutual Aid Association'?" He pinned the badge on his chest, and began to look forward to the future, "Anyway, there are quite a lot of empty classrooms on the eighth floor..."

"Perfect~"