The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The most reassuring thing is to have a sense of belonging. No matter how busy you are outside, there will always be a place to rest at the other end.

Stars were hanging high above the clouds, and in the night community, Mr. Granger opened the door of the lit room and sat in the dining room, while Cyrus kept his sitting position with his hands straight on his knees.

"Then what are you going to do after graduation?" Mr. Granger put his clothes on the chair, trying to make Cyrus relax.

"Maybe... I will teach students in the school?" Cyrus was not sure, because he just instinctively felt the principal's expectations of him, "Maybe an ordinary professor..."

Cyrus didn't feel very tired at Hogwarts, it could even be said to be relaxed.

Maybe it's because Headmaster Dumbledore always likes to wander and walk around the campus, muttering to himself like a bee, so it seems that the position at Hogwarts is more comfortable than that at the Ministry of Magic.

Besides...he still has a dragon to raise!

"Teacher?" Mr. Granger nodded and said in admiration, "But you are not short of money, and you are good at teaching and educating people..."

"Do you mean the 'acting headmaster'?" Hermione's voice came from the living room, her bare little feet were raised from behind the sofa, and Cyrus couldn't help imagining the blocked picture.

She was lying on her back, hugging Crookshanks, wearing only a pair of hot pants at home, so the smooth calf under the light made Cyrus even more imaginative.

In fact, although Hermione said that this was Cyrus's own business, she couldn't help but intervene when she heard the conversation between him and her father, subconsciously speaking out of the intention of 'protecting Cyrus'.

"Cough...it's just that the principal is out on business, I'll help take care of the office"

Cyrus looked at Mr. Granger's eyes which were gradually narrowing, and quickly explained that the two people in the restaurant fell silent instantly, the man and the boy stared at the black tea on the table in a daze.

The heat rising from the surface of the tea also dragged his mind.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation, and maybe he had grown up, so he no longer maintained an ordinary attitude towards the Grangers as he did when he was a child:

Just the parents of good friends.

"I suddenly remembered... when Hermione left here for the first time." Mrs. Granger took the freshly baked biscuit and put it on the table, and then sat next to Cyrus. I'm always worried about her..."

"Fortunately, you were there at the time, otherwise, with her temperament, she wouldn't be able to be bullied."

"Mom!" Hermione yelled with puffed face, pretending to be angry, "What does this have to do with me!!"

"Look, she's like this..." Mr. Granger felt his leg was kicked, and then he continued through his wife's words, "If there is anything wrong with Mien, just tell us up"

Cyrus lowered his head lower, his eyes fixed on the steam,

What's the situation now?

This is different from what Wayne said. Doesn't it mean that people will usually be made things difficult at this time?Why was it the Grangers' own daughter who was made trouble when they came to him? !

"Ah...um..." Cyrus agreed in a low voice.

"Then are you going to live in the wizarding world?" Mrs. Granger wiped her hands, picked up a cookie and stuffed it into his mouth, in this way to make Cyrus relax and facilitate their 'torture' '.

"Well...Hermione wants to stay with you" But Cyrus didn't say enough, because he was also worried about his father and the Grangers.

"We can both, in fact, it's enough to make her happy." Monica gently stroked the top of his head, her movements were as gentle and meticulous as a mother, "You...we can also be regarded as watching you grow up ?”

But Cyrus wanted to tell them that neither the Muggle society nor the magical society is safe now.

Mrs. Granger's hands were not particularly rough because of maintenance and meticulous work, and because of her occupation, her nails were not long, which highlighted Hermione's ability, and her life experience also made the corners of her eyes wrinkle.

"But the point is in the future!" Cyrus said intermittently, taking a sip of the black tea, with some lingering warmth, "Wizards and ordinary people will merge...we don't have to separate..."

Perhaps because he realized that he had talked too much, his ears became hot again.

Monica was happy for a while, and didn't say anything else. After leaving a sentence to go to bed early, she pulled her husband out of the restaurant and went upstairs.

Cyrus slowly moved to the sofa in a daze, fell on it, leaned against Hermione who was lying on his side, and tried his best to crawl on his body, and Crookshanks, who was accidentally crushed by his tail, jumped to the ground with a meow.

He almost curled himself up into a ball...

"Is...is it good, or not?" Cyrus thought of his friends' advice, butting his back against Hermione's chest.

"Barely..." The girl pressed the remote control listlessly, adjusted the late-night TV programs, and said vaguely, "You let me down so much~ You are usually fine, why are you stuttering today?"

Hermione's other hand slowly slipped in from under the shirt, and slowly moved up along his stomach...

"No... just -- it's just a little too enthusiastic" Cyrus turned around, hugging Hermione like a sloth hugging a branch, with only thin pajamas and shirts between them, "this and before...."

"It's not the same as before?" She took the conversation.

That's right, but what made Cyrus even more nervous was the change in the relationship. He admitted in his heart that he didn't know where to start. Hermione and Granger's family already had a unique feeling for him.

This feeling almost surpassed that between Cyrus and Annie Klein.

'Sense of Belonging' is like a drunk who walks on a deserted road after get off work and suddenly sees an open tavern; it is also like an invisible connection gradually formed by wizards in Hogwarts ,

It's not a very common feeling... except for the images that I can empathize with in Karma Taj.

Fortunately, he didn't need to be envious anymore. From the moment Xie Ji was born, there was no longer a thin barrier between Cyrus and reality, it was like fantasy shining into reality...

"The Brockdale Bridge has collapsed, and the Death Eaters are blatantly forcing Fudge to stand in line." Hermione frowned as she looked at the scene in front of her, "I'm afraid Mr. Prime Minister is not easy to deal with."

Sure enough, the answer from the British royal family and John's opponents will all turn their heads to the responsibility of the prime minister and the government: embezzling funds and leaving bridges in disrepair.

In the picture, all kinds of lights are flashing, the Brockdale Bridge, which is less than ten years old, is shortened in two, and Cyrus quickly captured the figure of SHD from the camera.

"It is reported that the corpse of an unknown creature was found in the eastern countryside... Its appearance is similar to the legendary werewolf..." The host switched between different news, "The Prime Minister announced that the army will intervene..."

There was panic throughout the country, but it gradually calmed down under John's speech.

"Why didn't he call?!" Hermione was annoyed at the Prime Minister for the first time, "If we go, we can save more people..."

"Because he is the prime minister, my dear." Cyrus grabbed the hand on her chest through the clothes, and rubbed her collarbone with the tip of her nose affectionately, "Fortunately...our efforts were not in vain "

When they were in school, there was always a time when they missed the news.

But fortunately, those special operators minimized the losses, and the prime minister also turned the tide in terms of credibility.

'If only we'd gotten the news sooner...' Cyrus thought.