The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

where am I?Is the world safe?Is he up to the job?Master, did I succeed?Damn Maximov, I knew it would be like this; what a pity that my enemy's fencing, which has been with me for hundreds of years, has finally come to an end?

Huh?It's so noisy, who is arguing?

Cyrus was confused, was he born again?I'm so tired, I really want to sleep forever, where is this?It's dark and noisy, forget it, let's get some sleep first.

I don't know how long it took before Cyrus' memory function finally came into play. He saw the environment he was in, why the inside of the room was pitch black, and the only light source was a part that was not blocked by the surrounding houses. My father was still lying on the sofa, the floor was full of beer bottles, his hands were hanging aside, and he was still carrying a half bottle of unfinished wine.

Ah, father, all Cyrus remembers is alcoholism and drunken madness.He didn't know what was going to happen to him.

Looking at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, I realized in a trance that I already had a height of about 1 meters. Due to long-term malnutrition, my cheeks were thin and my hair was dry. Perhaps the most bright spot is my eyes up.In the end, Cyrus put on his clothes, carried the heavy schoolbag on his back, put the wine bottles on the ground in bags and threw them away.

Today is Saturday, according to the rules, you need to go to the bookstore in the middle of the street to return books. Speaking of it, Cyrus is still very happy. Although he can’t afford it, but because he often went to read books for a while, the boss let him take them back occasionally. Some books with relatively poor sales, such as those from the Department of History and Philosophy.The owner of the bookstore was an older lady, known to Cyrus and the people around her as Mrs. Hadley, who was delicate and very gentle when she spoke.

"Little Cyrus~ put the books over there." Mrs. Hadley greeted him softly,

Cyrus carefully flattened some accidentally folded pages and put them back on the original bookshelf.

This bookstore is not very big, because it is on the side of the street, so the seats are only a small table by the floor-to-ceiling windows and three chairs, but there are all the books that should be available. I heard from Mrs. Hadley that she opened this bookstore Just to pass the time, the main source of funds is rent collection.The sun was pouring in through the window. It was London after all. Not only was it not sunny, but it was also warm. It was a rare fine weather. Mrs. Hadley made a cup of coffee and put some biscuits on the table, and rubbed him involuntarily. s hair.

Cyrus smiled nervously.

"I'm 7 years old this year. This is a rare time to live a normal life. Maybe I can write a novel about my previous experience to earn tuition and living funds?" Cyrus thought to himself, and as his thoughts flew away, He couldn't help but recall Gandalf's kind smile, Gu Yi's tall and straight figure, and the figures of Obi-Wan and Darth Vader.

After making a plan in his mind, he continued to look through the books in his hand, and the serious Cyrus didn't realize that there was another person beside him.

"Can you understand this kind of book? I still don't understand a lot when I read it," Cyrus was taken aback, and turned his head to find a girl's head sticking out, with a thick brown shawl curly hair hanging out The aroma of an unknown shampoo, the eyes found brown after a quick glance.

The girl pointed to a passage and said: "Look, here, the paragraph 'The bourgeoisie cannot survive unless it revolutionizes the means of production, and thus the relations of production, and thus all social relations', I read before. I have read this book, but there are many things I don’t understand, maybe I will know it in the future.”

Cyrus likes to read books, no matter what time it is, "The tools of production represent the productive forces. The development of productive forces promotes the transformation of production relations, and the production relations react to productivity. As the most basic social relations, production relations, such as money transactions, once When things change, people’s social relationships change with them.”

When he was in school, there was no one to talk about, and he was called a "nerd". Now that someone asks him a question, he is still a little secretly happy.

"Is that so? Thank you." The little head retracted again, and then asked: "Do you often read here? I just came here today to have a look."

"Yeah... yeah, I've been here for a long time, and the bookstore owner, Mrs. Hadley, is nice." Cyrus was talking to his peers for the first time since he came to this world.

Mrs. Hadley at the counter glanced inside, smiled when she thought of something, took out another cup and poured coffee on it and handed it over.

"Hey? I didn't order coffee, is it yours?" Mrs. Hadley said, "Oh, my dear, please, no one here likes to sit here and read a book, just treat me as a middle-aged and elderly person. "

"Umm...um...thank you" the girl lowered her head slightly, a little embarrassed

The two sat there reading a book and chatting, Cyrus felt very happy, and finally the girl said: "It's a bit late now, I'm going back, are you still here next weekend? I will come here next weekend, The books here are more complete than the bookstore next to my house, oh, by the way, what's your name? My name is Hermione, how about you?"

Only then did Cyrus raise his head and look at her against the evening sun, dazed for a moment, as if seeing someone else's young figure asking him, from the girl's perspective, it seemed that he was staring at himself in a daze, using his hands He waved in front of his eyes.

"Cyrus" "Huh?" "I am, my name is Cyrus, and I will be here every Saturday and Sunday," he closed the book and said seriously.Only then did Hermione see his eyes clearly, blue star-like eyes, as deep as... like... a wise man?

In the evening, Cyrus did not go home numbly as usual, and he had hope for the future again in his heart. Maybe it was the hope that the books he wrote would spread all over the world in the future, or maybe there would be a book every weekend after that. People who can talk.