The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Burrow serves as a temporary base camp, and there are too many people who want to live there.

In the middle of the night, Dudley, who lived next door to Weasley's house, was lying on the window. At this time, Smaug would bring Cyrus back, and he would sneak out to watch while his parents were resting.

Despite his family's education, Dudley was terrified of "magic" and all related things.

But... is that a giant dragon? !

Cyrus tiptoed, almost sliding on the soles of his shoes, and the living room of the Burrow was littered with drunken members of the Order of the Phoenix, who had just celebrated fighting off the Death Eaters.

The empty bottle of Dragon Whiskey was thrown on the ground, and there was a loud snoring sound from the sofa.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, he found that Hermione was still cutting potion ingredients with a knife. She was wearing earphones, completely unaware that Cyrus was walking up behind him silently on tiptoe.

Hermione was humming a song, and when those extremely familiar arms were wrapped around her waist, Hermione suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with joy.

"I thought you were going to sleep first..."

"The bed hasn't been warmed by anyone, how can you sleep~" Hermione glanced at the door closed by Cyrus, and then said with confidence, "So...don't Mom and Dad plan to come here?"

Their bedroom was on the second floor. From the outside, it might be small, but after being enlarged by Mrs. Weasley's magic, the small room that was originally only big enough to fit a bed became as big as a master bedroom.

Weasley went to great lengths to accommodate the Order of the Phoenix and his new family.

"Mom and Dad are in Godric's Hollow..."

The Grangers were arranged there by Dumbledore. I heard that they still lived in Professor Dumbledore's old house. In terms of safety, Hermione had no concerns at all.

Hermione stopped working, leaned against Cyrus with slack muscles and squinted her eyes.

But then she suddenly started to struggle, because she remembered that she hadn't showered since returning from Grimmauld Place where Grindelwald was staying, but Cyrus couldn't control that much.

He buried his face in his hair almost obsessively... above his neck...

"Stitch just fell asleep!" Hermione tried to break free, but her body only twisted symbolically.

"I know...I know" Cyrus said impatiently, "Dear Your Majesty, what are you thinking? I just want you to lie down and rest as soon as possible, so that my work can end as soon as possible..."

That being said, it seemed that Hermione was the one who didn't understand.

"You should be glad that there are many people living here, and I'm not a little French woman like Fleur!" She glared at Cyrus, took off her clothes, and slammed on him viciously.

Under the dark blue wizard robe, there is a white shirt.

Its gradual bumps made Cyrus' eyes a little straight...but he swore he thought it was just out of appreciation, because Hermione had matured without knowing when because of experience and training.

Especially when she was tossing her chestnut curls with her back to Cyrus...

"Aha~ If that's the case, I'm really scared." Cyrus hugged her clothes and got under the covers.

Apart from being able to sleep in the same bed with Hermione, he really couldn't think of anything else that could relieve the fatigue of the day, especially when Hermione slept in, smelling the heat and the fragrance of shower gel.

They both put their arms around each other and lay facing each other on their sides.

Stitch, who was leaning against the wall on the innermost side, snored and turned over.

Just when their heads were touching, Mrs. Weasley's shout came from outside the door, and Hermione and Cyrus looked at the closed door in panic.

"Maybe Fleur is messing around again... her wedding is here" Hermione rubbed her eyes and yawned.

Fleur's younger sister and Ginny were bridesmaids, while Harry and Neville were best men. The wedding between her and Bill was planned to take place the day after Harry's birthday, which meant that Harry had to stay here for another day.

With the sound of trampling on the stairs, they heard Harry, Ron, and Neville being called down again.

"Mrs. Weasley hates Harry...she thinks that the Horcrux business should be done by Dumbledore and the grown-ups" Cyrus sighed, suppressing his voice to be as loud as Stitch's grunt.

Even if he wanted to help, Mrs. Weasley insisted that Harry wait for someone to finish those things.

As if trying to tie Harry here with these trivial matters...

But Hermione's eyes were blank, and she didn't seem to care about these things at all. It wasn't until Cyrus stalked her like an octopus that Hermione slowly recovered. She had just been taken away by Fleur's wedding.

"You said...what will it be like when we arrive?"

"Hermione, it's my first time too... Do you think I seem to be very experienced?" Cyrus rolled his eyes and complained, "Maybe there are more people than now, after all, the war will be very difficult." it's over"

Hermione was amused, and then teased: "You should really help, at least when it's your turn, you won't be in a hurry like the Weasleys."

"I think Mom and Dad would be happy to help..."

"That's my parents, help me if you want!" Hermione bit Cyrus' shoulder angrily when she thought of her parents' eccentricity.

"Lord Hermione, you can't impose your will on others!" Cyrus said in a low voice as if he was the leader of the French Revolution, "By the way, those are also my...Parents "

It was Tonks who woke them up the next day.

Ah no, it should be called Tonks Lupine now... because the ring on her finger is so eye-catching. When waking Cyrus and Hermione who are huddled together, she always shakes it deliberately Hand with ring.

Hermione and Cyrus suddenly had a premonition that they might be the last team.

No... Harry and Ginny are no worse than them, if you're lucky.

"Think of a way, Fleur's family will be back from France in a few days!" Mrs. Weasley babbled while directing the food to float automatically in front of everyone.

"Can't live in a makeshift tent house like...like Harry's family?"

Lupine and Sirius didn't seem to have recovered from last night's celebration, though Sirius stayed out of the conversation throughout, as he seemed to be the only one who couldn't talk.

Even if it was, Moody, who was also a bachelor, would slap his head insanely, and proposed to arrange a few more detection magics to prevent Death Eaters pretending to be Fleur's parents.

Ginger Crookshanks crouched at Hermione's feet, and Stitch sat in Cyrus' arms.

"Why did the Delacours come a day earlier?" Ron waited until Fleur entered the kitchen before he said angrily, "Harry and I have cleaned the bedroom three times, why? Are we going to get married in our bedroom? "

"Your kennel should be cleaned, too!" said Mrs. Weasley, scanning the schedule.

"I live very comfortably...Harry and Neville have no objections?!" Ron stuck the spoon vertically on top of the apple stuffing, "If you insist on getting married in my room, I have no objection... .”

Generally in this scenario:

I was staying at a friend's house for a few days, but happened to see my friend arguing with my parents.

Cyrus and Hermione usually just bury their faces in their bowls and concentrate on the food... The chicken soup this morning is good, and the apple pie is refreshing and nutritious.

"Then I'll go pick up Fleur's parents. Anyway, I'm going to bring the Grangers over..." Cyrus waited until the atmosphere became more silent before proposing.

Because of Harry, Cyrus and Moody had cast countless defensive spells around the Burrow, and no space magic could get close to it. The only way to get to the top of the opposite mountain was through the Portkey.

Therefore, the Delacours could not come here in the convenient way of wizards as before.

"Your parents are coming too?!" Ron almost fell off his chair, "This place is already full of people."

"Don't bother, I asked Professor Dumbledore to prepare the tent"

"How... how can this work?" Mrs. Weasley frowned and counted the rooms, "Mrs. Delacour and Mrs. Delacour live in my bedroom. If you don't mind, Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Granger can only live with you once." room"

"Furong is just an invitation to the wedding, there is no need!"

Hermione nearly cried out, raising her voice sharply, overruling Mrs Weasley's suggestion and insisting that the parents live in the enchanted tent.

But then she regretted it, because Tonks and Ginny squinted their eyes and seemed to see through Hermione's little thoughts.