The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

While Hermione was busy dealing with the new 'homework' assigned by Grindelwald, Cyrus was busy analyzing the disintegration of world peace for Mr. Prime Minister.

"Let me design a new logo..." Hermione pulled the development belt, causing her chestnut hair to loosen up again, "If only Cyrus had spare time."

On the couch in the living room, the two were lying on the left and right sides of each other, facing each other. Hermione's toes almost stepped on Cyrus' lower abdomen, but he obviously didn't dislike it, only occasionally distracted.

Cyrus hasn't had a good night's sleep these days...

Because the walls and the bed in the bedroom were piled up with documents dug out from corners or from the Department of Homeland Affairs, so he had been sneaking into Hermione's bedroom at night.

Then the problem comes, for Cyrus now, sharing the same bed is not a simple matter.

The Grangers were at work again, and Hermione's clothes were always so out of place at home. Cyrus deliberately raised the document in his hand over his head, while his eyes passed under the book.

The gray loose cat's claw stockings, because Hermione pushed each other, made it half dragged and half worn down to the ankles, and slowly went up, and there were black sports shorts and the lines drawn on the inside.

"Is your energy... a little too high?" Hermione caught his little eyes.

The girl clamped her legs tightly, bent her knees together, and the change of little Cyrus also made her ears a little hot, she bit her lower lip with her white teeth, and she was a little dizzy hiding behind her homework.

Heck...every night isn't enough?

"Maybe if you change your posture, it will feel better." Cyrus leaned on the armrest and sat up slightly.

"Stitch is still watching!" She rolled her eyes, with a thick nasal voice in her voice, and retracted her somewhat cute and dishonest feet, "I don't want to spend the rest of the vacation like this "

It was already August, Grindelwald didn't know where to go after leaving homework, and Hermione had enough time at home.

In fact, she can't sleep well at night...

The fruit is gradually ripening, but I have been thinking about when to eat it?how much to eat

"Forgive me..." Cyrus heard her teasing, so he objected softly.

"Excuse me? Say it like you don't like it." Hermione picked up the pillow and threw it at it, puffing her face and said, "Who is holding my leg every night and crying and begging for...Little Cyrus It's really getting dishonest~"

"Okay! Since school is not starting, let's go for a walk!!"

Cyrus would rather face ten Voldemorts than face Hermione... No way, she knew too much.

From the beginning of the summer vacation, there were very few wizards living in Muggle houses at first, but with the communication and publicity between people, the number gradually increased, and they were almost scattered randomly.

But thanks to some wizards, when the Death Eaters brought some giants to attack the western Muggle settlements, they saved many Muggles.

But the biggest change has to be Privet Drive in Little Whinging District.

It was originally a place that had nothing to do with magic. With the residence of some wizards, every few houses with a uniform shape would always meet a house with a strange appearance and various decorations.

Some of the exteriors have been changed into small Gothic castles, which attract many children in the community.

"Mr. Cyrus? Miss Granger!"

Several wizards were tending herbs in the small garden in front of their house, including ordinary daisies, cabbage, and white fresh. When the two passed by, there would always be a few dirty heads popping up behind the fence.

The smiles on their faces were rarely seen before.

"How? How does it compare to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade?"

"It's so perfect...I plan to free up the garage to grow mandrakes." The wizard wiped the dirt from his face, "It's quite convenient to use Muggle things..."

A house where wizards live, and the government doesn't have to worry about what damage they will do.

Even some wizards who have been living in the wizarding world will always break something when they first come into contact with Muggle items, but the universal repair spell perfectly avoids this.

The bowl was broken?Restoration spell!

The TV does not work?Restoration spell!

Something dirty?Cleansing spell!

"There are still many shops and restaurants." Another wizard companion said excitedly, wagging his fingers, "The only disadvantage is that Muggle toys and war chess can't move...but we can buy them ourselves, and then use magic curse"

"The savior is here too!!"

Aha, that's the point of getting them excited.

Some Muggles passing by just looked at these strange people and houses with unique shapes in surprise, but they didn't say anything. Instead, there was a kind of surprise that broke the unchanging life.

Cyrus could feel Hermione holding his hand harder.

This is the joy that comes from her helping others, and it is a sense of recognition, especially when they walk on the road in the community, there will always be wizards sticking their heads out of the garden or windows to say hello.

Interestingly, wizards' enthusiastic attitude towards life mainly comes from 'curiosity'.

And it is this kind of attitude that occasionally infects some ordinary people around. In the final analysis... people are still social after all, and the environment can always affect people.

"Isn't that Harry?" Cyrus shook hands.

Next to the Dursley family's house, there were several wizards surrounded by the fence at the gate. Looking at the bags in their hands, they probably just came back from the store.

And Harry was holding a lot of snacks in his arms, a little at a loss.

"Harry...this is the cheesecake I just bought, look at your skinny...not strong, how can you beat 'that man'?"

"No, that's enough, that's enough..." Harry politely declined their kindness, leaned towards Cyrus and Hermione, and asked quietly, "You guys are finally here, what's going on?! "

"As you can see, wizards who don't hate Muggles have moved"

Cyrus shrugged and looked over at the slashed open window, where Vernon Dursley quickly closed the shutters again, but there was still a pair of eyes peeking at Harry's snack.

Who would have thought that after Harry was kicked out by the Dursleys who were watching the news after a dinner, he would meet several wizards, and even more wizards came to visit Harry in just two days.

He doesn't even need dinner, there's enough to last him until school starts!

"But these days, Uncle Vernon and the others are more like lunatics." Harry clumsily held the snacks in his left hand and the big bag in his right. "My days are pretty good... They don't dare to say anything to me"

Of course Vernon didn't dare to be harsh to Harry, although he knew whether the sealed fireplace in their house would be blown open again in the next second.

After Cyrus inquired, what was more interesting was that Petunia Dursley's attitude was even more intriguing.

On the one hand, she shows extreme aversion to 'magic' and 'neighbors' when dealing with her family, on the other hand, she always deliberately observes the poppies and sneezeweeds next door by taking care of the flowers and plants.

Even Harry could see the way he wanted to stretch his neck like a giraffe.

"Boy, did you let these freaks live here!!" The living room window was raised, and behind the shutters were Vernon's scowling eyes.

"Sir, if you have any dissatisfaction, please feel free to tell it to Mr. Prime Minister." Cyrus calmly pulled Harry over, winked at him playfully, and said politely, "You need someone from the Prime Minister's Office in Downing Street." phone?"

Seeing Vernon choking speechlessly, Hermione and Harry both laughed triumphantly.