The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On the way back to Hogwarts, Hermione had been planning the blueprint of the new office with Cyrus, although in fact, most of the time she was talking and Cyrus was listening.

Ask Cyrus to say that he wished the office of the president of the student body was in a remote place....

Seeing the other party's fugue, Hermione untied her shoelaces, stepped on his knee a little harder, and snorted coquettishly, "Hey! Are you listening to me?"

"Of course, I was just wondering...doesn't the office have to be next to the club classroom..."

"Really? I don't think so." Hermione said viciously, holding a sandwich chocolate bar in her mouth. "From my point of view, Mr. Cyrus, who is respected outside, seems to be full of his favorite things in his head."

"What? Mien...as long as it's you, I like it"

This sounded true, Hermione tugged at her sleeves and showed her two hands.

Perhaps it was because of the thought that in the second half of the summer vacation, they all fell silent, and the atmosphere in the air gradually turned into substantial pressure, forcing Cyrus to stand up while hugging her feet.

And Hermione raised her neck and handed out an invitation letter without words.

Then hooked his neck and dragged him to his seat.

While Stitch was going out, he didn't know which car he went to and used his looks to eat and drink, the two finally hugged each other again, leaving only Crewe lying on the table and staring helplessly out of the window. Keshan.

"Thanks for your teaching ~ Teacher Hermione"

"Glib, but that's all?"

Just when Hermione and Cyrus were about to continue their glib bickering, the door of the carriage shook. Fortunately, Cyrus had locked the door with a spell before that, but it only made their gazes slightly distracted.

Maybe it's a student passing by, looking for a seat...

Just as Cyrus was lying on Hermione's chest, drawing circles with his fingertips on his bare neck, the car door swayed a few more times, and the people outside seemed to be unwilling, and violently tried to pull the door open.

"There's already someone in there!" Hermione yelled impatiently.

"Hold...sorry, I'm here to deliver something to Cyrus and Hermione Granger" a panting girl shouted from outside, "I hear...Harry Potter said they In this carriage"

'Arajo Hole Open'

Cyrus opened the door, and found that standing in the middle of the aisle was a blushing third grade girl, and behind her was Harry from the opposite door of Cyrus' carriage. people watch.

After the girl stuffed two rolled parchments into Cyrus' hands, she immediately stumbled and ran away.

"I just told her that she was interrupting your time together..." Ginny's little head stuck out from the door, looking in the direction of the third grade girl running away.

Now Cyrus and Hermione knew why she blushed so much.

"What nonsense are you talking about again?!" Cyrus reprimanded stammeringly.

"Excuse me, tidy up your clothes first." Ginny rolled her eyes, and retorted with her hips on her hips, "I just said she disturbed you, and didn't say anything else. Don't just sit in your seat when you think of something!"

With fiery red, flowing hair, Ginny Weasley looked like Pepper.

Cyrus was still holding his breath, and when he confronted Ginny in front of the smirking Harry, Ron and others, Hermione opened the brown paper with some irritability.

It was a lunch invitation that said:

Having heard of Miss Granger's achievements and talents in potions, I would be very happy and honored to have lunch with me in carriage C...

Yours truly, Professor Horace Slughorn.

And the same goes for Cyrus's:

Having heard of Mr. Cyrus's innovations and proposals in Charms, Albus Dumbledore has mentioned you many times before me, so I can't wait to have lunch with you, and I would be very happy if I could .

"Professor Horace Slughorn? The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Cyrus asked in bewilderment.

"Ha, an old man who likes material comforts, Principal Dumbledore took me to visit him." Harry said without reservation, "Obviously he has his eyes on you... To be precise, he has his eyes on your talent "

Harry trusted Cyrus, and at the same time grew rapidly with the help of him and Dumbledore.

The Headmaster's comments about Professor Slughorn made Harry uncomfortable, and yes, he'd be surprised when Dumbledore brought up Cyrus and Hermione in front of each other because they were Muggle wizards.

It seems that it is very rare for a Muggle wizard to be a genius.

In Cyrus' words, it seemed to be called... Harry's head came up with a word: 'Centreist'.

"Sounds like a waste of time..." Hermione was a little reluctant, but still looked at her 'diplomat'.

"Let's join in the fun. After all, they all have their surnames specified. There is no harm, is there?"

"Okay, just follow what the Foreign Secretary said!"

With a big wave of Hermione's hand, the black wizard's robe floated out of the carriage, and it was automatically draped over her body, walking in front, while Ginny, who was behind, helped Harry comb his hair that he hadn't done all summer.

But there's an advantage to following Cyrus, at least he doesn't have to worry about those stares anymore.

Perhaps it was because of their hesitation when they got the invitation, but when they rushed to train C, they found that there were quite a few people inside, and Professor Slughorn had already started enjoying his lunch.

"Is your uncle still busy, Belby?" said Professor Slughorn to a gaunt boy sitting next to him.

"He...I haven't seen him in a long time" Belby seemed taken aback.

"Yes, he is always busy, otherwise how would he invent the wolfsbane potion?" The professor suddenly stood up excitedly when he saw the arrival of the five people, "Harry! My good boy... this must be Mister Cyrus and Miss Granger?"

The buttons of his down jacket were shiny as if they were made of gold, and his silver beard only left a few curls under his nose, like a seal's beard.

Because of his age, there was not much hair left, and the top was bald, and he didn't know if the hair restorer was useful, after all, he was a professor of potions back then.

"The two of you are really good-looking, they are a good match at first glance!" He hurriedly greeted them.

Hearing this, Cyrus and Hermione felt better at last, and dispelled the depression they had felt because of being disturbed by the third-year girls.

It was even more exaggerated when it came to Ginny, who enthusiastically took her hand and praised her as a 'charming young witch'.

When Cyrus came to a new environment, he always looked around subconsciously:

The compartment is absolutely clean; the food box is not from the train, it is probably a homemade lunch; members are not limited to colleges, but most of them are descendants of powerful wizards or collateral relatives...

"The one who came...was not kind~" Cyrus whispered to Hermione.

"We are the ones who came!"