The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The two of them thought about it for a long time last night.

Hermione was thinking about all kinds of dissatisfaction in the wizarding world, but under its magical appearance was a cannibalistic society, and the only fairytale color was put on by Cyrus for her.

Lying in bed, unable to sleep, was Cyrus, thinking about his father.

Cyrus learned of his gifts from the Ancient One, and though his soul was beyond the universe, it still loved every reality.

Because he knows his worth.

"Hermione~" called an echoing voice.

"Hermione!" "Ah!!"

Hermione opened her eyes in a daze, her subconscious screams stopped abruptly, and she looked at the transparent golden-white soul in front of her in horror.

dead... dead?Cyrus is dead? !

The original force suddenly pressed, and the wooden tables and chairs in the room made tragic sounds.

Cyrus hurriedly stopped her before they retired early.

"It's me! I'm not dead!" Cyrus floated beside her bed, "Relax..."

"Hiss~sy-les-s" Hermione roared, his name swirling in the other party's throat, "you better not let me catch...you tomorrow!"

Yoda bless, the force almost lost its balance.

"Hey!" He passed Hermione's body with one hand, and the girl couldn't help shivering.

"What on earth do you want!" Hermione pulled up the quilt and looked at him strangely, "Cyrus~ you don't have any bad habits, do you?"

For example, sneaking here, getting under the quilt or something... This is not allowed!Her golden hair dumpling was raised crookedly, but she has a great responsibility.

"Ah?" Cyrus was in a trance for a while before recovering, "What! I didn't!!"

"You... how did you do it?!"

Hermione wrapped the blanket tightly and looked at Cyrus' astral body. She almost thought that Cyrus was dead and became the second Professor Binns.

"It's just... astral projection." Cyrus shrugged, "It's very simple."

Astral projection, only the deeper the self-knowledge, the more able to maintain oneself, can learn faster. This is the only Cyrus' unique skill besides mirror image magic and space teleportation.

"So what are you doing here!" Hermione raised the pencil with Force and smashed it.

"Ah~ I just came to see it." Cyrus scratched his head, "Just now there was some fluctuation in the force, I thought you were having a nightmare."

This is a lie~

Palpatine, whose real name was Darth Sidious, was one with the dark side, and Cyrus alone was unable to detect anything unusual.

In fact, Cyrus, who couldn't sleep, felt the sadness that belonged to Hermione, so he hurried across the floor and walls to the girl's room.

"No~" After being teased by him like this, Hermione also felt a little less sleepy.

She retracted her legs, and the left suspender slipped from her smooth arm to the position of her arm. She moved back to the original position on her own, and then lifted the nightgown skirt again.

"Where's Stitch?"

"It's still on the bed." Cyrus explained in a low voice, "It's okay, you can continue to sleep, and I'll take a look."

The astral body glowed faintly, and there were dots of light that swirled around Cyrus like fireflies.

"Tsk~" Hermione smacked her mouth, and lay down again. She slept more peacefully this time, because there was an extra Cyrus version of the night light in the room.

"Merry Christmas~" Cyrus speculated on his hands, looking at Hermione's face carefully.

She always has the messy hair at home, the curly hair is fluffy like a bulging British round-faced fat chicken, and the white dress suspenders are exposed with the shoulders.

Cyrus waited until Hermione was fully asleep before returning to his room again.

"Merry Christmas..." Hermione in the dream whispered blessings.

.........

"Where is Darth Vader? Haven't found it yet!"

In an unknown tavern, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Palpatine with a hood floated in. Outside the door were all kinds of weird spiral stars, some beating rhythmically like a heart.

As soon as he entered the door, he cursed at the golden robot on the bar counter of the pub.

"C3PO!!"

"Oh! You're back~" C3PO jumped with joy, but still wiped the wine glass in his hand, "I haven't found any news about the owner, maybe he got lost in other universes"

"Ha! That's great." Palpatine crushed a chair, "Kid Vader is still playing his wonderful adventure"

"Palpatine? Why did you come back?" "Is there a need to ask? Of course it failed."

On a wine table in a corner, sat a black giant and a pair of ferocious armor.

A giant-shaped black astral body, filled with infinite galaxies and cosmic bubbles, so dark that the light source in the tavern could not even reflect on it.

And the ferocious armor exudes black mist, it looks like an armor supported only by a cloud of black mist, and there is a weird spiked hammer beside its seat.

"Dormammu! Sauron!!" Palpatine yelled immediately, "I was almost discovered by Yoda and the others! And you! You are still whoring my wine for nothing!!"

"Hey~ I can't help it, you know I can't beat Ancient One now." The emotional fluctuations caused ripples on the giant's appearance.

"Emperor~ You were not like this before..." Sauron's hoarse voice came from the helmet.

"That's me!! Before! I didn't know that in the infinite multiverse, I could meet Losers like you!"

C3PO, on the other hand, watched calmly as the few of them were arguing, looked up to see that they were not fighting, and then continued to wipe the wine bottles.

"Huh... cheapskate..." Dormammu took a sip of his drink cursingly.

"R2D2, clean it up for me...don't complain! You're fine if I didn't take it apart"

A fretful Palpatine took off his disguise in front of Hermione Granger and reprimanded a white robot with his decayed, contorted face.

And R2D2 just made a frequent "beep beep" sound, knocked down a table violently, ran to the counter and squatted.

"Okay, okay, Gandalf and Guyi are staring at us, we can only rely on you." Sauron smiled darkly, "You are a great hero..."

"Go away!" Palpatine waved his hand and returned the broken chair to its original shape, "You are the Lowest here"

Then he turned his head and grabbed R2D2 and threw it into the utility room, and issued the latest order.

"Hurry up and fix the Force Positioning Detector, I'm going to end Vader's wonderful adventure"

"Ou~ I told you not to fight against this old man..." C3PO straightened R2D2 upright, "We still have to rely on him to find Master Anakin"

The robot returned to the post again, rummaging through a large pile of extremely complicated calendars, and said: "Dear Emperor, today seems to be Christmas on Earth in every galaxy~"

"Merry Christmas~"

"Shut up!" Palpatine's throwing tiles scared a few people, "The empire doesn't need these happy festivals!"

"But the Stormtroopers kind of like it..."

"madness!"

Dormammu and Sauron looked at each other, shrugged together, and the purple tassel and carbon nanotube black wine glasses touched together.

"By the way, what is Christmas?"

"I don't remember, but it's the day people on Earth like to celebrate most." Dormammu scratched its 'face', "I remember because Cyrus gave me a slap that day, it hurt a little, and I ran away after the slap up"

"Cyrus? Who is that?"

"You don't know? Then you are really low."

The angry Sauron threw the wine glass, stood up, and reached for his weapon, but Dormammu on the opposite side shouted calmly:

"Emperor! Someone is going to fight here!"

As soon as the words fell, Sauron was pinched into a ball, and the armor all over his body made harsh friction and twisting sounds, and black mist scattered in all directions.

In a blink of an eye, he was thrown out the door.

"Hmph, brat~" Dormammu moved the unfinished wine bottle to his own depth, "Wuhu~ the best annihilation wine..."

Merry Christmas Cyrus... funny mortal~

But that slap still has to be paid back.