The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"At that time, after being bullied by others, I hid secretly in the toilet by myself... As you know, Myrtle is a poor student who is always bullied..."

Listening to this familiar beginning, Cyrus and Hermione couldn't help frowning:

Why are most of the tragic characters in the wizarding world always inseparable from the student days at Hogwarts?

The slender tail wrapped around Cyrus' arm restlessly, twisting, but Hermione didn't seem to know that her tail was playing with Cyrus.

"Ha~ If only I had a little boyfriend like you." Myrtle ignored Hermione's gaze and just said to herself.

"Then one day Myrtle was hated by people again. After being thrown a book on her head, she ran to the toilet and cried secretly... woo woo"

While talking, he also performed, sobbing alone there.

Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, who always lived in the girls' bathroom, was bound to be out of her mind, and Hermione forgave her.

"And then?" Cyrus asked softly.

"Then? Then Myrtle, who was always being bullied, died! They are finally happy!!" She screamed resentfully.

"Did no one attack you?"

Myrtle tilted her head to look at Cyrus, thought for a while, and suddenly shivered.

"Hmm~ a pair of eyes...I don't know anything else..."

a pair of eyes?Cyrus casually enjoyed the smooth touch, while thinking, he now narrowed down a certain range.

Myrtle leaped to the bathroom ceiling, about to dive into the toilet, because she recalled that terrible look again, and it shook her soul.

But just as she was flying high, Cyrus asked an unexpected question:

"Why did you come back?"

Cyrus thought of Professor Binns' description of ghosts. After the wizard's soul dies, it must go to a station similar to Hogwarts Street.

If you get on the train, your soul will enter the arms of the god of death, and if you go back, with obsession, you will turn into a ghost.

This question is very important, and this is exactly what Myrtle has in mind. I'm afraid Cyrus himself didn't think about it, and just asked it casually out of curiosity.

Hermione was surprised to find that Myrtle stopped when she swooped down to the toilet mouth.

"Well... who knows? Who cares what a ghost thinks? Maybe I didn't experience Hogwarts life before I was alive, but who cares..."

She sighed, glanced back at Cyrus, then at Hermione strangely, and said:

"Oh~ what a strange couple, don't come here next time you're looking for excitement, or I'll tell Peeves~"

Myrtle blew a playful kiss to the two of them again, and quietly returned to the place where she should be.

"What...what...you still want to talk nonsense before you leave..."

Hermione puffed her face and dragged Cyrus out of the girls' bathroom, but the excited little tail revealed her inner thoughts.

It dexterously got into Cyrus' sleeve, wrapped it tightly around his arm, and deliberately avoided the thorny part at the tip, and slowly floated up and down.

Until Cyrus scratched slightly with his scratching fingers, and scratched a few times close to the root, Hermione suddenly groaned in her throat, turned her head with a blushing face, and gave Cyrus a vicious look.

Then he patted his tail, so the dragon's tail resentfully retracted into the windbreaker and hid.

"How does the tail feel to you?" Cyrus was intrigued by the moving tail.

But Hermione just lowered her head and walked down the steps, biting her lip in silence. She already knew the touch of where the base of the tail belonged last night.

But just now, she remembered that feeling again...

It was like Cyrus was fingering her ass.

When walking through the corridor on the second floor, some wizards looked at the different kind of Hermione in amazement. The hideous scales and horns did not make Hermione look ugly, but had a different kind of beauty.

Many male wizards looked at Cyrus with envy.

Why couldn't they find a girlfriend like Hermione?Can play tricks...

And Cyrus didn't heave a sigh of relief until he lowered his head and followed Hermione to the school infirmary, although the two of them didn't have any feelings about the forbidden medicine of compound decoction.

But Madam Pomfrey didn't think so.

"My God! What happened to you?"

When Madam Pomfrey saw Hermione, her hands trembled. If it wasn't for Cyrus, the refreshing potion would have fallen to the ground.

"Um...we tried to make Polyjuice Potion, but..." said Hermione awkwardly.

"Although the school doesn't object to puppy love, I still think you guys are playing too hard!" Madam Pomfrey reprimanded the two of them with her hips on her hips.

Then he glared at Cyrus and said, "Don't you know the contraindications of compound decoction?"

The two were speechless, and they didn't know how to refute. They couldn't say that they were out of curiosity?If you speak out, you may be scolded even worse.

But when Hermione saw Cyrus who was wronged and scolded, she couldn't help giggling while covering her mouth.

"Hmph~ It seems that Mr. Cyrus wants to challenge the taboo of potions...although I can't guarantee whether his brain is qualified or not"

A figure enveloped Cyrus. Hearing the familiar poisonous tongue and cold tone, Cyrus guessed that it must be the old bat Snape.

Professor Severus Snape had just brewed a resurrection potion and brought it over to try to see if Mrs. Norris could be revived. If not, he needed to increase the dose of Mandrake.

As a result, as soon as he came in, he saw Hermione Granger who was half human and half dragon, and Cyrus who was reprimanded by Madam Pomfrey.

That's it?Cyrus, whom Minerva McGonagall called possibly the next headmaster, seemed to be no different from Potter in some respects.

"Sailor..."

Snape just opened his mouth to continue sarcasm, but he was attracted by the notebook that Hermione handed over, and he looked suspiciously at the girl who came to rescue Cyrus.

"Professor, this is our latest discovery..." Hermione sat on the hospital bed pushed by Madam Pomfrey.

"They drank the forbidden potion of Polyjuice Potion" Madam Pomfrey gave Hermione an angry look, turned and left, just when Snape arrived, it would be better to leave it to professionals.

"Ha~ Mr. Cyrus still wants to play some new tricks? Maybe you can ask Professor Lockhart for advice."

Snape slanted his mouth, happy hour is about to begin~

The professor turned his head and looked at Hermione speechlessly. He didn't understand why Miss Granger, who was talented in potions and worked hard, started messing around.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Snape's tone was cold, but at least there was no sarcasm, "Potions can't be solved by recklessness..."

Standing by Hermione's lap, Cyrus sighed inwardly as he watched the young girl tense up in front of the professor's questioning.

"Professor, we found a study about forbidden potions, right here!"

Taking advantage of meeting Snape today, Cyrus hurried forward to open the notebook.

"Hmph---study... the topic of semi-animalization? The pros and cons of the human body? Interesting." Snape looked at the note in his hand, which contained five full pages of content.

This potion diary...why does it have a weird sense of déjà vu?

But I have to say that the idea is indeed a bit novel, but not enough.

Professor Snape waited for Hermione to take off the black silk gloves, and tentatively poked the scales with the other end of the cotton swab.

"If you carefully read the potions for suppressing werewolves in this issue of Potions Journal, you will know the effects of potions on the human body..." He paused, glanced at the young man who came over, and continued:

"Of course, I'm not telling you, I believe that your brain, which is no different from a troll in potions, is useless to read."

"I passed the potion test..." Cyrus retorted angrily.

"So you should be grateful that you're at least a troll, better than some goblin heads..." Snape grimaced.

"Professor~ We are only short of some medicinal materials for repeated practice and observation"

Hermione whispered pitifully, but Snape didn't raise his head, he read carefully the two's observation and research notes and the feasibility of using forbidden potions.

After Snape frowned and read the potion diary, he threw it to Hermione again.

"That's great, I'm going to prepare anti-shape potions for two thrill-seeking students, and give me a dissertation for the last potions class next week"

Snape walked to the exit of the curtain and added:

"It's you both who have to write!"

Hermione clicked her tongue and opened Cyrus' hand that wanted to touch her tail.

"Are we successful?" Hermione was a little frustrated.

"At least half of the success...Let me stay a little longer..." Cyrus was dragged out by Madam Pomfrey who came in with a bitter face.

Madam Pomfrey dragged the boy by the back collar, and urged: "Okay, it's not just a day or two before the two of you... let Miss Granger recover from her illness!"

Hermione stretched, her little tail wagging happily.

She wants to make an orange cat potion next time... for Cyrus, of course.

hehehe~