The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

So, in one day

The heroic deeds of Cyrus spread throughout Hogwarts

And the Weasley twins took this opportunity to step up their publicity efforts, and the two of them distributed the flyers all over the auditorium and several lounges

George and Fred would have been more relaxed if they hadn't watched Filch running after them, throwing leaflets as they ran.

The slogan on the flyer attracted countless individuals:

Do you want to see Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins get beat up?

Come on, at seven o'clock tonight, the Gryffindor lounge on the eighth floor is waiting for you

You only need to spend 4 Sickles and 20 Nats, buy [-] drinks, and you can party and watch precious photos

(By the way, Weasley's Wheezes is [-]% off today)

A group of people were crowded around them, among them were some Slytherin hybrids sitting in the auditorium, they could only look at the registration desk with envious eyes

They belong to some small ambitions, but they are suppressed by the descendants of some old pure-blood families in Slytherin,

Not to mention that some little snakes belong to the branch of the holy pure blood family

But since the last semester, Slytherin has been gradually squeezed out by the other three houses, which has caused some people's dissatisfaction: some people are pure blood but grew up in the world of ordinary people; some are oppressed mixed blood

Why should they be angry with the pure blood?Why stop them from making friends?

So this group of people became careful

One of the representatives is Gemma Farley, the old prefect.

"Are we really going to betray Slytherin?"

A group of people huddled together on a long table, chattering

"This group of people who deduct points every day, don't do their business, and know that they are worth my allegiance to those useless people who rely on their families?"

"Betrayal? Why did we betray? You know, they don't like others, so why should they interfere with us going to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw to make friends?"

The people opposite him were a little outraged,

"We have always belonged to Slytherin, not pure blood, don't forget... a person cannot be separated from the Parkinson family"

The wizard's words made a member of the Parkinson family on the opposite side squint his eyes.

.........

And the knight commander among the twelve knights who is talked about by everyone - Cyrus

Falling deep into the trap that every hero will step into, that is, the gentle township,

At this time, he was lazily turning his side and fell on the large sofa. He was puzzled by this room of responsiveness. The width of this sofa could be called a bed.

The queen of Ravenclaw was squeezing into the innermost place, holding his hand instead, spreading her palm, and playing with each other's fingers. The distance between the two bodies was very close, and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard

"Are you going to a party tonight... get me a book about space magic, thank you"

"Okay, no problem" said, raised one leg to straddle Cyrus, waved his hand, and handed over the book about Apparation and Space Stretching Curse

"Speaking of which, why have I never seen you use space magic?"

"I've already used it..."

Cyrus twisted his body with difficulty, trying to move the opponent's palm covering his waist away, the temperature of the opponent's palm rose due to the slow rubbing

"The hanging ring is just a feeling for you to remember the space... I can get out of it before I give it to you"

"Oh? Then why are you still learning this... I read the introduction, and it's not as good as the space magic you teach." Hermione's cheeks were glowing red, and she rubbed the tip of her nose playfully against Cyrus' neck

The girl's breath lingered on Cyrus' neck and kept spinning, making him itchy, and Hermione leaned against his back, sucking the cat greedily.

"I... I'm researching another kind of magic." Cyrus flipped through the book, and was pulled in by Hermione

He is thinking about the 'mirror space', so before learning, he needs to improve the spatial awareness of this universe.

Hermione pulled him by the shoulders and let him lean into her arms. Cyrus was instantly enveloped by the girl's body temperature, and the heat spread across each other's bodies through their sweaters and thin shirts.

Only when she felt Cyrus' body temperature, Hermione would not think of the dream last night. She dreamed that Cyrus died in her arms, covered in blood. Recalling the cold feeling, Hermione couldn't help thinking Thigh pressed against Cyrus' outer thigh

'Yeah, just lean on' she thought, 'here's a reward for---'

No matter how hot the red faces of the two were, they never avoided each other, they just felt the familiar breath belonging to each other.

"Did I let Snape down today? I thought he would only talk to me with trolls..."

He flipped through the book and chatted as usual,

"Maybe." Hermione walked around his neck, ready to attack Cyrus' weak spot behind the ear, "I think you'd better think about what the professor will ask you to do on Monday night."

Cyrus, who was lying on his side reading a book, felt the familiar moisture again

"You... what are you doing? The summer vacation is already over!"

Cyrus moved his head slightly, but squinted his eyes and panted, looking like he wanted to escape and was intoxicated at the same time.

"You're a little weird today... what's wrong?" He rolled over on his side so he was face to face with Hermione

The attachment in Hermione's eyes made Cyrus' heart beat a little faster, the girl could even hear the other's heavy breathing, and the palms around his body floated back and forth on his shoulders and waist

"Didn't you agree to give you a reward? Besides... don't you like it very much?"

"You're talking about tomorrow!" He placed the book between Hermione, temporarily blocking the girl's approach, "To be honest, you're weird today... Did you dream about something last night?"

"I dreamed that you died... The Force told me that you died in the future... It felt like I had already experienced it myself"

Cyrus held her slightly on the back of the hand that he rubbed on his waist, blushing and whispering:

"Let's not always keep our eyes on the future, let's focus on the present... Believe me, we can prevent---"

He met Hermione's eyes, "---I won't leave you"

From the beginning to the end, Cyrus has already been deeply involved, but he himself does not know it, just as the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear; he just believes that no one can completely kill himself.

At least, until he fulfills Hermione's ideal...

Hermione hugged her own little angel vigorously, her lips opened slightly, but closed again. In fact, she had heard her mother, Mrs. Granger, tell a story about "love"

But she was still a little shy,

But fortunately, Cyrus and Hermione's companionship for many years has already surpassed some vulgar definitions and forms of human beings, and the Force penetrated the two of them in a way that directly reached the soul.

"Then what reward do you want?" she said

Hermione's messy curly hair was stacked with Cyrus' blond hair, and her skirt was raised a little because of her thighs, revealing a little bit of mysterious area that she couldn't see before

"Award...reward? I can..." Cyrus swallowed, trying to dispel the dryness in his throat

"How about..." Hermione whispered something, wrapping her arms around the back of Cyrus' neck

This made Cyrus stammer and shout:

"You... what nonsense are you talking about... I don't... I like these! How many times have I said this, I'm just curious!!"

But the girl just laughed and didn't respond

Hermione's natural curly eyelashes, as the eyes shake, the fire in the eyes flickers; the small freckles under the eyes make her different from other girls

To be honest, although Hermione, who doesn't like makeup, isn't ugly, she's only slightly above average, and her face doesn't even rank high in Cyrus' dream memory.

Cyrus has seen the elegant and beautiful Sindar elves, the unique Togruta people, and even the bald-headed Teacher Gu Yi has a unique intellectual beauty

But even so, Hermione, who still had her front teeth, unknowingly occupied most of Cyrus' heart

There was a blank space in the depths of Cyrus' heart, which was filled by her.

"I know you like~"

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! You talk nonsense!"

Hermione, who was holding Cyrus and smiling, no longer worried

She wrapped her arms around Cyrus' neck, lowered her head slightly, and their foreheads were pressed together.

.........

Thank you, thank you again for your great rewards

I just cried to death tt