The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Take it, take it, it's all free for you!"

George stuffed all the goods into the hands of Harry, Ginny, Neville and others. They were like porters in a supermarket, with the goods piled up in their arms blocking their vision.

"What about me?" Ron exclaimed cheerfully.

"Well... a total of three galleons, nine sicks and one nut." Fred seriously counted the boxes in his arms.

"I'm your younger brother!" Ron opened his mouth and shouted unhappily, "Ginny and the others are all free, so am I the only one who needs to pay?!"

"Ah yes, you are our younger brother, so..." George said with a smile, "A total of four Galleons!"

Well, instead of decreasing, it increased.

Seeing Ron turn around with a sad face, cursing in his mouth, George and Fred gave each other a high-five, pointed at his brother's back and laughed loudly.

"I'm joking with you, but it's free for this time only!"

In fact, it is impossible for a store of such a scale to be operated by only George and Fred. They mainly research and develop new products, and the rest of the cash register and large-scale production are handed over to other wizards.

Cyrus could see that there was not much difference between ordinary wizards in the production of war chess.

"Compared with the ordinary chess pieces outside, they are the same except that they can't move?" Mr. Granger leaned over to the glass display case and said while looking at the messy villains inside.

"That's right, the finished products will be shipped over, and wizards only need simple enchanting."

But for Muggle equipment, it is also a test, because the rule Cyrus gave to the board game company is that it must be made of stone, not clay and glue, so it is still valuable for Muggles.

Coupled with a dedicated sand table, there are not a few taverns similar to the Leaky Cauldron....

In fact, some of the taverns used as board games were invested by Hannah Abbott with her own Galleons.

Weasley's 'Trick's Workshop' is also a safe haven here, and people always come here after a drink in the Leaky Cauldron from the cottage or Muggle settlement.

Like George and Fred said...nobody likes a morose face.

"Don't tell mom, please," Fred begged quietly while stuffing a few pygmy bushes into Ginny's arms.

That kind of velvet, whose hair is all shades of pink or purple, rolled around in the cage like a little fur ball. Cyrus put a hand in, and the velvet immediately surrounded him. come over.

(Maybe it looks like the moldy ball in "My Neighbor Totoro", the kind that turns black into pink?)

Hermione lifted her leg, gave Cyrus a light kick on the arm with her toe, and gave him a glare.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Why?" Cyrus felt that the touch of these creatures was like thick dandelions scurrying around in the palm of his hand.

"How dare you say 'why'?" Hermione hugged Crookshanks with her left hand, and pinched the back of Stitch's neck with her right hand, "Except for that stupid dragon, I'm not in charge of any of the things you raise in the end! "

"Can you put it in the Forbidden Forest..."

Cyrus grinned, just like Stitch, who was protecting the food, he ran to the other side reluctantly, hooked George and Fred's shoulders, and whispered his request in their ears.

Hermione at the back watched him talk for a while, and looked back in her direction from time to time, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The entire third floor is a huge board game room, so you can always see some strange scenes: such as the Death Star colliding with the fleet at the next table; giant eagles, orcs and a bunch of Jedi fighting together... ..

When night fell slowly and the mist gradually began to fill the air again, the wizards reluctantly left here one after another.

"Where did you go just now?" Molly scolded Ron, holding Ron's ear, "How many times have I told you, don't run around! It's different now..."

"We and Harry were just walking around," Ron yelled in pain.

The night is always fascinating, but in today's Diagon Alley, no one wants to stay here, maybe the next second, they will either be killed by Death Eaters or captured by sensitive Aurors.

They took the clothes and books they bought and got into their respective cars.

"See you at school!!" Ginny followed behind her eldest brother Bill, shouting at Hermione with a look of disgust.

"Damn it... Fleur and Bill are getting married so soon?" Hermione and Ginny finished greeting each other, then shrank back from the window and complained, "It's obvious that they've only known each other for a year or two."

"Did you hear what Ginny said? Maybe Bill isn't influenced by Fleur's bloodline like Bill..."

"But it's too fast! Too fast!!" Hermione patted her legs impatiently, and said impatiently, "No matter how much Ginny doesn't like Fleur, she just thinks she's contrived."

"Hurry up, it's not like you're getting married..."

Cyrus looked at the rapidly receding street lights outside the window, and his mind gradually slowed down.

Mrs. Granger was a little tired from the excitement of playing in Diagon Alley all day, plus George and Fred's 'little gift'. Now she leaned back on the chair, with her head resting on the shoulders of her daughter and Cyrus. See swing.

It's like... a family goes on a trip and goes home together until the evening.

"Remember to protect yourself..." Mr. Granger whispered reassuringly when he saw his wife sleeping in the back seat through the car mirror, "Your mother and I are not wizards, but you must tell us what happened."

Judging from today's total vision, he feels that his daughter and future 'son' are doing something extraordinary.

The owner of the tavern is too enthusiastic; the wizards in Diagon Alley seem to know both of them; when buying books, I can always hear many people's comments on Cyrus and Hermione...

Granger didn't dare to think about that spirit of admiration...awe.

"I'll keep it, you and your wife are absolutely safe." Cyrus stretched out his head and replied in a low voice.

"Well, in fact... Hermione's mother has always... hoped that you, change... to be called..." Mr. Granger's voice seemed to be pinching his nose, and his voice was high-pitched, "if you can , she can be your mother"

In Cyrus' mind, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed across, paralyzing the whole person.

His eyes were astringent and sore like crushed onions, and he turned his head to look at the sleeping Mrs. Granger, with her head down.

"Cough... I can do it all..." Cyrus rubbed his nose, and leaned back in the back seat relaxedly.

Annie Klein didn't speak the whole time. Even though the car remained silent in the end, he didn't make a sound to break it. He just inserted the tape and played some music to overwhelm the noise of the car.

"Dad~ Why did you suddenly talk about such a thing?" An annoyed Hermione put her knee on the back of the passenger seat.

"Which one of you didn't grow up with me? Is there anything you can't say?" Mr. Granger and Mr. Klein looked at each other and smiled at this second, "Don't forget, that classmate of yours..."

"They all graduated!!"

"Time always flies, it's okay to have a plan, my dear~"

Even though Cyrus and Hermione were well aware of some things, they were somewhat uncomfortable being brought up on the table by Mr. Granger.

But it was a good thing after all. At least, Hermione could be sure that her parents were not malicious and fully supported her. She looked at her mother carefully and felt a little more relaxed.

'Good thing Mommy's asleep...' she thought.

"I have always wanted you to be happy, baby, even if you have no money, we can support you," Mr. Granger said sadly, "but there are some bad things, just tell me alone..."

"And me~" Annie interrupted.

After more than half an hour, the car stopped, and only then did Mrs. Granger wake up in a trance. She was helped out of the car by Cyrus and walked into the courtyard of her house.

"It's home...Mom" Cyrus had been thinking about this word all the time, and accidentally said what he thought when he opened his mouth.

"finally reached..."

Fortunately, Mrs. Granger seemed a little confused and hadn't woken up from her sleep.