The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

With one day left before school starts, Cyrus and Hermione wander around the school castle, the snow is still thick on the exposed exterior of the castle.

Cyrus was standing outside the Ravenclaw tower, waiting for Hermione. The snow on the stone railing was about five or six centimeters thick. He was writing and drawing on the flat snow with his finger as a brush, bored.

Hermione's dormitory was rarely empty, so she leisurely changed into a simple-colored women's windbreaker, and put on black silk gloves, which were just pulled up to her wrists.

The tight texture makes her hands more slender, as elegant and charming as a noble girl in an oil painting. The iris embroidered on the back of the hand is delicate and also covers the scales.

When Cyrus saw her walking down the fence of the tower, he quickly wiped the handwriting on the snow at hand.

"How about this outfit?"

The crisp Gordon sound of the small leather shoes hitting the floor, the lip glaze on the lips made the lips look more dewy, and the flesh-colored scales around the eyes were slightly strawberry red, replacing the effect of eye makeup.

Charming and noble, you can only watch it from a distance~

Cyrus looked at Hermione who walked up to her and waved her hands, and opened her mouth for a long time before squeezing out a few words from her throat.

"Good... good looking!" Cyrus looked at it for a long time, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, "The effect of the fire dragon is too good for you."

"Hmph~ I think you are more suitable for another one"

"I won't tell you~" Hermione was proud, she was very satisfied with Cyrus's reaction.

They took some food from the auditorium and ran to the stairs in the central courtyard, where they sat looking at the black lake covered with thin ice and the ivy tents below.

This courtyard was a place only freshmen passed through, and Hermione sat next to Cyrus after he had shaken off the snow from the steps, with an Iron Hill dwarf standing on either side of them.

"Cyrus~ After you finish looking for the old Ravenclaw seniors, maybe you have to accompany me to the school infirmary..."

This old school girl is referring to the Myrtle who died 50 years ago.

"Is the effect of deformation and degeneration very slow?" Cyrus plucked Hermione's cheek and pointed ears, "It seems that the forbidden potion still has side effects."

"Well... But in general, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, but I don't know how long it will last..."

Hermione, who went back to the dormitory last night, did a lot of small tests by herself in the shower, and already knew how hard the scales are, at least ordinary sharp knives have no effect.

And some weak spells will also be bounced away.

Hermione leaned on his shoulder, her fingers twirling her long, smooth curls, and her dark brown boots kicked off the snow on the steps like a vent.

"Also, you accompany me to Professor Snape's!"

"This idea is great, if the professor disagrees, I can still be your human shield"

"Any opinion?!" Hermione muttered, pulling half of the scarf around his neck and wrapping it around her neck.

After they had breakfast like this, they tied the same scarf and wandered back to the castle, walking towards the girls' bathroom on the fourth floor.

Although Cyrus was a little embarrassed, Hermione didn't care, after all, there was no one in the school now.

If Cyrus didn't look at her like a scale with red eye makeup, maybe he really thought that Hermione didn't care, but the ambiguous atmosphere between the two broke in the next second.

"Hurry up!"

Hermione tugged at his hand, but Cyrus was holding on to the door frame, struggling hard.

"No way! Just go in!" He begged, "Tell me later..."

"Stop rambling, you're the one who's reporting to the professor!" Hermione put her left arm around her waist and leaned closer, her other hand touched his shoulder all the way to his arm.

She stuck out her long tongue lamely, deftly, and then pulled Cyrus into the bathroom with all her strength.

The slippery ground made the two people who were close to each other turn around, and Cyrus, who was worried that Hermione would slip, used the force to lead the two of them to lean against the wall outside the compartment.

Oh, of course Cyrus had his back against the wall, and Hermione's right hand, which had been holding his arm, was propped against the wall instead.

"..." The two were relatively speechless.

"If someone sees me, I'm doomed..." Cyrus whispered, "Maybe the story of me breaking into the girls' bathroom will be reported the next day!"

We must know that the last time he spread throughout the school was because of Gryffindor's cat dean.

"Just a question~ It won't take long..." Hermione kept her left hand supporting his lower back, raised her knee and gently pressed it against him.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, Hermione frowned and winked, Cyrus twisted the handle, and the two got into the compartment.

Maybe it was just the little wizard who came in to wash his face. They were chatting and summarizing the gossip of this year.

And Cyrus and Hermione covered each other's mouths, leaned against the wall, and Hermione's raised leg kept pressing against his lower abdomen. When did Cyrus feel this kind of stimulation?

The face is hot as hell.

And the little tail behind Hermione finally stretched out from the hem of the windbreaker, shaking excitedly.

"Ha! Look who it is!! Two sneaky people..."

Suddenly a ghost emerges from a broken toilet bowl, it is Myrtle, who has seen both of them from the beginning, screaming and bumping around in the air.

Cyrus and Hermione's hearts almost stopped beating, and Myrtle just happened to come out at this time.

However, the sudden appearance of her only scared away the two little wizards outside, and Hermione opened the door and glared at the only student ghost in Hogwarts.

"Oh~ why are you looking at me like that~" Myrtle was still teasing, "I thought you guys like to play like this~ For example...seeking excitement or something like that"

The straightforward teasing made Hermione stutter.

"Ahem...we're here to find you." Cyrus followed closely behind, tiptoeing out of the compartment, his face flushed.

"Hmph...is it the secret room again?" Myrtle floated beside the two of them, "I told you I didn't know!"

"Then...then do you remember what you saw before you died?" Hermione took a few breaths of relief before she gradually calmed down and tidied her messy hair.

"Huh? Did you come to see Myrtle's jokes too! Curious about how Myrtle died?"

Hermione's question made Myrtle's tone sharp, she was almost screaming, and Cyrus was afraid that she would attract other passers-by.

Then his fame will be ruined.

"No, no, no, we're just here to solve the recent secret room..." Cyrus persuaded her, "We can't let other students get hurt, right?"

Myrtle suddenly stopped in front of him, stretched out her head, leaned in front of Cyrus, and stared directly at him, as if to see if he was lying.

Just when Hermione was about to lose her temper, Myrtle glanced at her and changed back to her previous smiling face.

"Hahaha, don't be angry~ Your little boyfriend looks pretty good... Well~ If I'm still alive, I might like it too..."

"Okay, Cyrus! Let's go, it seems that our Ravenclaw senior doesn't know anything"

Hermione's black dragon tail hooked his wrist with the non-spike part, dragged it and turned to leave.

"Huh~ Are you jealous? Hahaha..." Myrtle flew in front of them and blocked their way, "Okay, okay, since you are not here to laugh at poor Myrtle, it doesn't matter if you talk about it..."

Only then did Cyrus and Hermione stop in their tracks, but Cyrus was secretly tucking the tail between his thumb and forefinger, caressing it quietly.

"Well, for the sake of not laughing at me before... let me see, over 50 years ago"

Talking about the cause of her own death, Myrtle became a little depressed, she sat down on the washbasin carelessly, and began to talk.