The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(The further you get to the back, the more Calvin... so annoying)

The next day, on the way home on the Hogwarts Express, everything was smooth sailing.

Perhaps having passed the greatest difficulty, for the wizards, everything seemed to be no problem, and the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton stayed in Hogwarts to continue their studies.

They stood by the platform, sending off their friends who were going home.

Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and others were also missing. They must have known that once they got on the Hogwarts Express, they might have to climb off the train. I heard that they went home in a private carriage.

"Some Muggles claim that they saw werewolves..." Cedric spread out the "Daily Prophet", "If the Ministry of Magic is not so bad, I would have wanted to be an Auror."

However, after thinking about it, he still intends to stay in the British wizarding world after graduation, but he will help Cyrus and Hermione continue to develop the fight against Voldemort and unite Muggles.

It is heard that Penello has secured a considerable foundation.

When Hermione, the prefect, came in from the outside after inspecting the train, Cyrus and her eyes met, and they looked at each other for a moment, their faces blushing.

"You'd better tell yourself..." Hermione held Crookshanks in her left hand and Stitch in her right.

Qiu glanced back and forth between the two of them, wanting to discover something novel. Although her intuition told her that there was a 'big secret', Cyrus and Hermione on the opposite side were both pretending to be dumb.

From the moment Hermione came in, she said a word, and then Cyrus' ears became even redder...

"What did the Grangers say?" He waited until Cedric and Qiu went out to buy some snacks before he couldn't help but say, "It couldn't be that my father got drunk again and dragged Mr. Granger... "

"Cyrus! I order you! You can settle this matter yourself!!" Hermione couldn't free her hands, so she could only turn sideways and bump her head against his shoulder, "Don't try to drag me into it"

When Cho came back, Cyrus and Hermione shut up in unison.

After the train entered the station, the speed slowed down, and the steam and smoke spread faintly on the platform, making King's Cross Station seem like a mist in the haze. On the other side of the embrace of family and family, was the division of the Ministry of Magic.

George and Fred were already there waiting for their friends and Ron...

"Look carefully... this is the finest dragon skin!" George patted Ron's head, and said proudly, "Muggle gold, wizard's gold Galleon, business is booming!"

The Muggle Prime Minister's commission, as well as those prank toys and war chess, they are sometimes too busy.

Cyrus was still in the aisle of the carriage, and saw the Grangers and the Weasleys chatting together through the glass windows. They seemed a little frightened by Arthur's enthusiasm.

"Dragon skin...is it expensive?" Mr. Granger looked at Fred, the dark green scales on his clothes.

"Of course it's expensive, but it's a trivial matter..." Fred said without closing his mouth. "Thanks to Cyrus, otherwise we wouldn't be able to sell things to some prime minister!"

Monica Granger sighed, it seems that they have worked hard all their lives, but they finally used it for themselves.

"I didn't expect it... I really didn't expect it." Mr. Granger looked at his daughter walking in the distance. In the crowd, her cold breath was particularly noticeable, but he didn't dare to disturb him, "Do you think we are in vain?" Are you worried?"

Who would have thought that Hermione and Cyrus could get to this point?

Not to mention food, clothing, housing and transportation in the future, I'm afraid the Grangers don't know yet, as long as the time is right, their daughter can even be forced to take the position of Minister of Magic.

Cyrus shrugged timidly, head down, and followed Hermione to them.

That strange appearance made the Dursleys on the other side grimace and whisper, looking at something. Originally, they wanted to go up to say hello to the Granger family, but when they saw Harry's escort, Fell down again.

Moody, in particular, wears a bowler hat the whole time, with the brim lowered so that the shadow covers the upper half of his face.

"Thank you for your help this semester...boy" Moody squeezed Cyrus' shoulder with his suture-covered hand, and then pulled out an ugly smile.

"Remember to call us if you have any difficulties." Lupine's hair was pale, his face was a little rosy, and he greeted Mr. and Mrs. Granger friendly, "Remember, if there is anything, you must call, we will protect..."

He was suddenly pushed by Tonks behind him, so he stopped.

That's right, this is the parent of the other party, and Hermione doesn't want her parents to know how dangerous the wizarding world is nowadays, let alone what she and Cyrus are doing.

Don't tell them bluntly: 'Your daughter wants to be the prime minister of the magic world, and she will use force to fight...'

"What about... my father?" Cyrus cleared his throat and said with wandering eyes.

Mrs. Granger first looked at Hermione, who was blushing, and then at Cyrus, who was counting the grids on the floor. She gave a chuckle, and walked out of the station holding their hands.

The sun-drenched street is not half as warm as Monica's palm.

"He's renovating a new house...Maybe we need you to stay with us this summer, and that's enough." Mrs. Granger rubbed his head, while Hermione's hand twitched, suppressing the same thought.

new house?Summer vacation with Hermione?

Cyrus was about to jump up with excitement, but still hugged Stitch and touched his nose.

"I've seen a lot of toy stores selling your board games lately" Mr. Granger said as he threw their luggage into the car, "Daughter...you know you've made our efforts go to waste... "

"Don't you just hope that your daughter can enjoy everything without doing anything?!" Hermione protested as she changed her school robe into a trench coat.

"But you're only 16..."

Whose children are chatting with the Prime Minister at this time, although they don't know what Cyrus and Hermione have done, judging from the plainclothes responsible for protection they see every day, it is by no means a trivial matter.

It was as if, before they had time to do anything, the daughter learned everything in a hurry...

"Your father just wants to do something for you." Granger sat in the passenger seat, turned his head and coaxed Hermione, "After all, you don't even lack money...it makes him feel superfluous"

"What is excess?!"

"Honey... you and Cyrus are too similar in this respect," Monica sneered, "you touch your nose when you're nervous, don't you?"