The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The owl's letter was delivered the same night Cyrus and Hermione returned home from SHD.

It was the OWLS report card of the fifth grade, and the NEWT class selection list of the sixth grade. Every time it was the turn for the results to be sent out, Hermione always ran first, while Cyrus was the laziest one.

Cyrus pulled Stitch's face to vent.

"The classic repertoire at this time of year..." He looked at Hermione with a sigh, tearing off the sealing wax excitedly, and pulled out the transcripts of the two.

Passing grades: Excellent (O) Good (E) Pass (A)

Failed Grades: Poor (P) Very Poor (D) Very Poor (T) Troll (Legendary)

She turned her head to look at the report card of herself and Cyrus, her breathing gradually became short of breath, her eyes changed from satisfaction at the beginning to unbelievable and unbelievable later.

"Why is my Defense Against the Dark Arts 'E'?!" She angrily threw the list to Cyrus, huddled in the corner of the sofa, kicking him with her legs coquettishly, "If it's the dean, it must be 'O'!"

Needless to say, divination, Hermione is of course excellent.

"Then why don't you talk about Potions...why am I not excellent!" Cyrus sighed guiltily.

Fortunately, this time, both of them got ten 'O's and one 'E'. Overall, they were even...

"Just because you are famous for your Charms theory? It's not fair! It must be a shady..." Hermione even wondered in her heart whether to thoroughly investigate the Wizarding Examination Bureau after replacing the Ministry of Magic in the future.

The follow-up time is Granger's snack time!

Mrs. Granger put the snacks for the two on the coffee table, and bent over to pack the broken envelopes.

"Don't throw things around... Look? What are these?" She picked up two brooches on the ground, one blue and one yellow. Maybe Hermione was so focused on the report card that she forgot to check the rest.

This was a huge surprise for the two of them, because they didn't expect it.

"Will...the president?" Cyrus took the brooch and looked at the remaining letter, "This is an invitation from the president of the student union, that is to say..."

He and the confused Hermione raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other.

"Office!" "Private bathroom!" The two shouted at the same time, but the words they shouted were completely different. The former was Hermione, while the latter was Cyrus who was obsessed with the bathroom.

No way, the configuration of Hogwarts in some places always has some unique advantages that are attractive.

"Oh~ I'm on an equal footing with you now." Cyrus shrugged, his indifferent appearance was full of complacency and wild heart.

Hermione rolled her eyes desperately, expressing her serious dissatisfaction with silence, and then explained to the curious mother the power of the Hogwarts student council president, you must know that this is usually not a small matter of Muggles.

The previous president was Cedric, and this time it's their turn.

I don't know if it was done on purpose, but Dumbledore just filled the position of chairwoman and chairwoman.

"Really~ my dear...the president of the student union?" She had murderous intent in her greasy tone, and with a big wave of her hand, the original force threw Stitch, who was watching the play, beside Crookshanks.

Hermione leaned on the sofa, and when her mother left happily and went upstairs to tell her father, she raised one leg and put it on the cushion, she deliberately raised her finger and pointed her knee.

The loose pajamas made her look like a charming woman in an oil painting.

"It's right to be equal, I'm going to work in an office in the future~" Hermione, who was unilaterally instilled with "strange knowledge" by her roommate every night, said softly, "It's not my dear...it should be, Sailor Si-same-thing"

"Actually, what I'm talking about is equality in power?!" Cyrus looked at her posture, a little dry.

"whispering sound!"

The next second, Hermione slumped her legs on the sofa again, and her body collapsed limply, maintaining an extremely ugly posture, as if the previous elegance and charm were illusions.

But Cyrus was not calm.

With a cat-like posture, he slowly climbed onto Hermione's body on the cushion...

"This is the same office and bathroom for the two of you~" He hugged the girl's waist, and the tip of his nose greedily searched her neck, like a cat that has sucked too much mint grass, his eyes gradually blurred.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, is this different from before?" Hermione pretended to be confused, but her face was full of enjoyment.

To be precise, there is no difference.

They just changed the location of the Room of Requirement to the office of the President of the Hogwarts Student Union.

"Of course it's different! One is life, the other is..." Cyrus' hot temperature was transmitted to Hermione, "Dating?"

"Oh, I thought you would say... the office would be more exciting~" She patted the other party lightly, her eyes narrowed like a sly fox, "After all, you are used to it, next to your parents' bedroom. ..."

She pulled the other person's ear, even though they were equally red and warm, she still whispered the last few words.

After a while, Hermione lifted her neck back, the sound in her throat stopped abruptly, and it felt like a cat had licked somewhere on her neck, and then she raised her leg and put her knee against him belly.

"Okay, you dare to sneak attack!" She clutched the place where the vampire had bitten her, "Suffocate tonight... suffocate to death!!"

"My lord~Your Majesty~" Cyrus' blue eyes, shining under the light of the living room, shouted with all the words he knew, "My queen...the best girlfriend in the world...I was wrong !"

It's just that there is no regret in the blinking eyes.

Every time he hooked Hermione's neck like this, it was a foul, and this time was no exception. Hermione's body and heart gradually softened in an instant, but she was still stubborn...

not enough!Still not enough! !

"I'm tired of hearing..." She dropped her hand on the side of the sofa, playing with the chairman brooch.

"so?"

"Either you shout something else, or you don't even think about it!" Hermione looked away from the ceiling, looked at the wing pendant that had slipped from Cyrus' collar, and said, "Like...Master?"

"Is that true?" Cyrus cleared his throat, thought for a while and crawled away.

Hermione felt a little lucky, because she was afraid that she would really not be able to bear it, but she also felt a little regretful...

Cyrus hugged his legs, huddled into a ball, stared blankly at the TV that was not turned on, and suddenly got up to take a shower, until he sat down again with the heat, and then slowly opened his mouth.

The voice was extremely low, and if Hermione hadn't deliberately leaned over to listen, I'm afraid he could only see a crack in his mouth.

"Before going to bed... let's talk..."