The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In Fleur and Bill's wedding, the Order of the Phoenix and some of their parents will come. Although it can't be called luxurious and the scene is not big, the two protagonists are very satisfied.

After Cyrus took the wizards and repaired the streets and houses damaged by the Death Eaters bit by bit, he rode Smaug to Godric's Hollow.

Dumbledore was sitting in the garden, smiling and chatting with the Grangers.

"Let's go, I think you are bored here with me, an old man." Dumbledore saw the shadow flickering in the clouds, and said with a smile, "He has come to pick you up..."

"What's the matter... Do we need to drill into the furnace?" Mr. Granger had a deep memory of the way wizards traveled.

When the Grangers first arrived, they thought that all wizards came and went through Cyrus and his daughter, but as Dumbledore chatted with them, they gradually realized how big the gap was.

But Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, just looked at the sky in the yard.

It took about 10 minutes, and with a gust of dry and icy hot wind, the Grangers were able to see the legendary "dragon".

Its orange pupils were looking around. The two of them were a little scared for a while, but when they thought that the old wizard beside him was the strongest person in the magic world, they hid behind him.

"Mom!" Cyrus jumped off, rushed straight in front of them, and hugged Mrs. Granger.

"Stinky boy..." Mr. Granger muttered with his mouth curled up, "Really...how is your father?"

"He hasn't woken up yet. I heard from the wizards who worked for St. Mungo that he happened to have his back facing the Death Eaters, so his spine was polluted by black magic." Cyrus immediately felt a little disappointed, "But... Lockhart plans to get out of here memory and mental work"

Monica Granger put her arms around her son, whom she had recognized early, and glared at her husband, reprimanding him for not being able to chat.

What a no-brainer, her daughter Hermione really inherited her husband's straightforwardness, and Mr. Granger flinched from his wife's stare.

But he quickly changed the topic: "This is...your dragon?"

"That's right, don't worry... Smaug is very gentle." Cyrus broke free from his mother's arms, with a smile on his face again, he held the ferocious horns on the dragon's head, and gently pulled it forward.

As if confirming what he said, the Norwegian Ridgeback lowered its head obediently, and followed Cyrus forward.

Only Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth...gentle?

He couldn't help wondering whether Cyrus had contracted some disease because of taking courses and staying with Hagrid for too long. If Dumbledore hadn't seen the group of wizards bitten by Smaug back then, he would have believed it.

Don't bully those Death Eaters killed by it who can't speak!

Celeste supported the body of his parents, and lifted them up little by little until they were both sitting on the black jade ridge.

"Aren't you coming together?" He pulled the rope, securing the Grangers' feet to the sides.

"The day the wedding starts, I will come..." Professor Dumbledore sat on the rocking chair, half-closed his eyes, as if he had retired from Hogwarts.

"Will...wouldn't it be too safe?" Mrs. Granger said tremblingly, holding the rope around Smaug's neck, which was already seven or eight feet above the ground before taking off. "Or it's still the same as before..."

Smaug seemed to understand what she said, flapping his wings irritably and jumping a few times.

What words?Could it be that the noble Norwegian Ridgeback who disliked her would throw them off?

joke!Cyrus had been riding her for such a long time, when did he fall off... Smaug's eyes showed some contempt and anger, and it was not until Cyrus stretched out his hand to comfort her that he stopped spitting.

"I set up a defense there...it's too troublesome to open it every time, it's better this way." Cyrus pulled the rope and sat in front of Granger's parents.

The fire dragon started to leave the ground slowly, even the brave Mr. Granger couldn't help feeling a little weak in his legs.

But when his wife behind him hugged him tightly because of fear, Mr. Granger suddenly found that this thing was much more fun than driving. You know, he hadn't seen his wife showing a weak look for a long time.

Besides... Cyrus can be regarded as fulfilling his childhood fantasies.

When Smaug flew into the air, his body was at a 45-degree angle, and Mrs. Granger couldn't help screaming. According to common sense, people would fall backwards and fall to the ground.

But their bodies seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force. No matter how they leaned back, their buttocks seemed to be glued to the ridge.

This sprinting angle continued until they were above the clouds, at which point Smaug spread his wings and seemed to be gliding on the ground made of clouds.

When Mrs. Granger was woken up by the clammy clouds and slowly calmed down, she suddenly felt an inexplicable pleasure in her heart:

It was as if they were flying in a plane whose top had been blown off.

It was so dreamy, if it wasn't for the occasional swinging wings, the Grangers would have thought they were dreaming.

"I never thought that one day I would be able to ride a real dragon...I mean...Cyrus, if you are bullied by Hermione in the future, you must tell me, understand?"

Hermione, who was far away in Grimmauld Square, didn't know that her parents betrayed her just because she rode a fire dragon once.

Their height gradually decreased, and soon they saw rolling mountains, when Mr. Granger, sitting in front of his wife, heard Cyrus muttering complex syllables in a low voice.

Cyrus had just led them through the enchanted barrier.

"Stop there, and two more people?" Cyrus lay on Smaug's head, calming her impatience, "I know... you're the best, just this once..."

Smaug actually hated other people riding up.

But...Since Cyrus begged her so much, Smaug could only land on a hilltop. She looked down at the two nervous wizard couples in front of her, her head held up arrogantly.

Back then, a group of wizards wearing black wizard robes also used magic, but unfortunately they couldn't hurt her.

The woman wore a leaf-green robe and had long golden hair, but the wizard was not as beautiful as she was. He was a head shorter than her, stout, with a small pointed black beard.

"Delacour's parents?" Cyrus said apologetically, poking his head out.

"You...?" said M. Delacour in a trembling voice.

"Please allow me to introduce, this is my friend Smaug, and these two are...my parents" Cyrus held out his hand, motioning for the two to come up, "If you don't mind changing the way of transportation"

“Omg...it's amazing (French)”

Madame Delacour, carefully avoiding the dragon's gaze, came around to her tail.

Had Bill Weasley had the luxury of welcoming them with a dragon? !