The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Cyrus didn't know how he got through the last few weeks of the summer vacation.

It was wonderful beyond words, he seemed to really be a part of the small house, not a guest, especially when he called out 'Mom'.

"I'm your daughter!" Hermione said angrily, looking at the poor fried cod on her plate.

"Honey, I'm really not at ease. I always feel that he will be bullied by you in the future..." Mrs. Granger commented for no reason, and looked at her daughter critically, "Besides, eating too much makes you fat "

Mr. Granger spread out the newspaper and lowered his head, but his eyes slanted upward calmly.

He really didn't want to say anything to Cyrus, after all, Hermione somewhat resembled her mother's personality...

"It doesn't matter, even if she eats fat, I... I also... like it..." Cyrus looked at the angry and puffy Hermione opposite, forked some food on his plate, and said He said hesitantly.

"My God, she will really be spoiled by you." Mrs. Granger shook her head repeatedly.

"Mom! You used to be like this too!!" Hermione gave her mother a white look, and asked her to say that sometimes, it's really better to raise someone yourself.

Cyrus' body suddenly tensed up, because he could clearly feel his right leg being clamped by something smooth, then he raised his head and looked at the other side with horror and fear.

Hermione, however, nibbled at the fried cod and only gave him a sly wink.

(Hermione: Wink~)

This morning was the day they left for school, when Cyrus stood at the door, helping Hermione put on the complicated and cumbersome boots, Mr. Granger always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

He could only sigh and shook his head again...

"Are you busy? Hurry up and help me wash the dishes!" Mrs. Granger was wiping the table, and when she heard his sigh, she was furious.

"Mom! Let's go!" Cyrus waved his hands excitedly, like a child who yelled to his mother before going out to play with his friends. He never dreamed that he could actually yell.

"Be careful on the road!" Monica ran to the living room and lifted the window that could see the front yard.

When they passed through the portal and entered King's Cross Station from the alley across the road, they found that there were Aurors in black standing beside the wall leading to the platform.

They stood silently on both sides of the wall, terrifying the passing Muggles.

There, the two also met the anxious Molly Weasley. Just when the gloomy Auror was about to stop him, Tonks, who was always happy, quickly stopped the Auror.

"They are students~"

"Ministry of Magic rules..."

"Hey! Dude...you're crazy!" another Auror whispered. "Those are the two wizards who blew up the Ministry of Magic!"

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, they soon saw the steaming Hogwarts Express train again, and the first thing they saw was a beautiful girl with fiery red hair: Ginny Weasley.

She looked unhappy, more like an angry lioness with dyed red hair.

"Evil~ Nothing can make me happy during the whole summer vacation!"

"What's the matter?" Hermione saw that in the carriage, many students were lying on the glass windows looking out for something.

"In the latest "Daily Prophet", Minister Scrimgeour said that Harry is 'the savior of the world'!" Ginny stepped on a few feet helplessly, and said angrily, "Harry just came in, and he was given a hand by a group of people." Surrounded by..."

"I think he's used to it by now," said Hermione.

But soon, Cyrus understood why Ginny was angry: a group of young girls who hung around Harry and were obsessed with him.

The flow of people separated Harry from Neville and Ron. He was like a log bobbing up and down in a swift river, he could only move feebly with the crowd, even raising his hands was useless.

It wasn't a big secret that Ginny liked Harry, even Neville, the only one who didn't have a girlfriend, could tell.

"Let's go, see if we can find an empty carriage..." She pouted unhappily, "Yes! I forgot that you two are prefects, forget it, I'll find it by myself"

"We don't have to patrol the carriages anymore." Hermione finally showed a smug smile, because Ginny was the first person to let her tell this surprise, "Look what this is? The president of the student union!!"

The girl tapped the shiny badge on her chest.

Ginny had seen Percy Weasley wearing it on his chest every day to show off.

"I only saw a pair of male and female chairmen who are in love with each other!" Ginny's aggressiveness was second only to Harry among all of them, "Tsk tsk, it's the first time I heard that the headmaster helped. ..”

However, most of the student union chairmen are lovers, such as Harry's parents.

It was hard not to let people wonder if there was some deliberate element in it, Ginny shook her head, waving away the not-so-good imagination about Principal Dumbledore in her mind.

"This represents a separate office!" Cyrus said excitedly. "Speaking of which, we plan to connect the student union president's office with the club's office to facilitate business handling."

Ginny narrowed her eyes. As the flower of Gryffindor, she analyzed the details in an instant.

The Office...Hermione and Cyrus...Couples...

"I see, you guys want to play some new tricks?" She said cheerfully as she dragged her luggage.

"What a new trick, I've had enough of my summer vacation... Aww!" Cyrus clutched his lower back, and under Hermione's 'reminder', he stopped sharing things that shouldn't be shared.

But it was obviously useless to Ginny. The more Hermione covered up something, the more she proved something.

"I'm at home, and I've been shared enough by Bill and Sticky Phlegm (Fleur)" She pointed to her bloodshot eyes and some dark circles under her eyes, "Look at the quality of my sleep, all of you A piece of cake!"

The two of them followed Ginny's lead and quickly found two empty carriages.

She was with Harry, Cyrus and Hermione, a perfect combination, but Ginny's face gradually fell down again when she saw Neville and Luna trailing behind Harry.

Cyrus closed the door, watching Hermione as the train slowly started, his mind drifting away from the morning's 'shame' under the dinner table, and then to his vision for the future.

home...his and hermione's home....

"Honey, please excuse me, my legs are a little sore~"

Hermione looked down at the book, but turned her legs up, and leaned on Cyrus on the soft chair opposite, then tilted her head slightly, and gave him a provocative sideways glance.

As if urging Cyrus.

"Before that, please allow me to lock the door"

"Yes~"