The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On a Friday afternoon, Hermione finally welcomed Professor Snape's anti-transformation potion.

A whole month...a month! !Hermione leaned on the bed and kicked Cyrus with her calf. Cyrus, who was enjoying the delicate and smooth scales of the black dragon's tail, felt aggrieved.

"Regret?" Hermione stretched out her long legs from the quilt, and gently poked his heart with the toes wrapped in white stockings, "It's okay~ I still have four doses~"

With a slight hook of his finger, Cyrus was suddenly restrained by the force and pulled aside.

"Huh? Your Force is stronger again?" Cyrus broke free from Hermione's restraint, lying on the bed, reluctantly looking at the tail that was still wagging towards him.

Hermione twisted her body decisively and covered the base of her tail with the quilt.

"Hmm~ I've been meditating all the time"

"Tsk" Cyrus smacked his lips, and said with some displeasure, "I helped you deal with the affairs for a month..."

The curtain of the curtain was pulled shut by the young man, and Hermione, who was very playful, raised her right hand, slightly bent her fingers, and scratched the other's chin, Cyrus half-closed her eyes because of comfort.

"Aren't you my minister~ These are all as they should be." Hermione pouted and asked back.

"Ahem...Aren't your virtuous ministers Mandy and Lisa?" Cyrus lowered his head and leaned into the girl's ear, "I'm not the Minister of Internal Affairs."

"Oh~ Excuse me...what's your use?"

"Hmph... I taught you the Force, and I taught you magic!"

Cyrus frowned, the smell of potions and herbs in the ward overwhelmed Hermione's unique citrus scent, and Hermione's restless little tail slipped out of the quilt and wrapped around Cyrus' waist between.

The tail...Of course it is a portrayal of Hermione's heart. He knows everything about Smaug.

"Then you have to work hard... Work hard to make me continue to like you," Hermione said further back, her voice gradually getting quieter.

This confession, which was almost a confession, made the two people who knew each other, their faces gradually blushed, like the evening glow shining on their faces through the arched window of the school infirmary.

"Ok~"

Hermione's hand also quietly slid towards Cyrus, the warm fire ring and smooth dragon scales looked even more sinisterly beautiful.

"Zi La"

With the sliding of the curtain, the two immediately and skillfully separated, Cyrus' life force had already known that someone was approaching, so he was ready at any time.

Professor Snape, who walked with a Silencing Charm, walked in with a turquoise glass bottle, and glanced at the two of them, the blush on their faces hadn't completely dissipated.

"Mr. Cyrus~ The taste is really unique. You won't try to turn the dragon in the Forbidden Forest into a human in the future, will you?"

Putting the bottle on the bedside table, pulling the corners of his mouth with difficulty, he looked at Cyrus with a sinister smile.

Snape's venomous tongue was as sharp as ever, and he hit the two of them accurately. Cyrus looked a little dazed, while Hermione made a note in her heart.

"Fortunately, you're not so stupid as to ask Lockhart to make potions..." Snape's laughter was flat and flat, "Maybe if it was Weasley, Potter would go find the potion." he"

"You are the master of potions at Hogwarts," Hermione praised sweetly. Of course, what she said was true.

"Well...this is the paper for the two of you!" Snape didn't refute or be happy about Hermione's praise, and took out two stacks of parchments from his pocket expressionlessly and threw them on the bed.

"Hope I didn't disturb the little get-together between the two of you"

Obviously, as long as Cyrus was around, Snape's mouth seemed unstoppable, even if the boy didn't show any emotion.

"So... is it feasible?" Cyrus looked carefully at the comments of the two.

"Although it's a bit wild, at least in theory, I haven't found any important mistakes." Snape said impatiently, "Although I don't expect a troll head to solve the problem of forbidden potions."

Cyrus is right that people in the wizarding world have always maintained a 'failed Animagus' view of the taboo of Polyjuice Potion.

Because taboo potions can only make people half-human and half-animal.

"So, when wizards use forbidden potions under certain circumstances, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages?"

"Yes, yes, do you want me to rub your head like other deans?" Snape took a half step away in disgust, "Sorry, I'm not interested in troll-sized brains"

Hermione tapped Cyrus on the back of the hand with her tail, beckoning her to come.

"Then, professor, about medicinal materials...Of course, we can pay for it." Hermione was a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and dared not look directly at Snape.

"Come to my office next week"

Professor Snape glanced at the two of them and was about to leave when Cyrus asked something about Mrs. Norris. Every time he passed the corridor in the past month, he would be stopped by Filch.

"Ms. Norris? Let's talk about it in two months. Dean Sprout's mandrake is not mature yet."

Snape had always used a little mandrake he had stored before, but he didn't expect Mrs. Norris' petrification effect to be heavier than he imagined.

"So... are you going to take it right away?"

After Professor Snape left, Cyrus climbed back onto the bed, half lying down, with the black tail resting on his stomach, if it wasn't for Hermione's control, it might have slipped into the clothes.

"Otherwise? I haven't attended a class for a month... If this exam is not the first in the grade, then you will be finished"

"Wait a minute, if you are not the first in grade, what does it matter to me?"

"I took the forbidden potion because you liked it!" Hermione glared at him, wrapped her arms around her, and leaned Cyrus against her.

"That's what you want to drink too!!" Cyrus didn't agree with Hermione's unreasonable teasing.

"You just say you like it or not~ If you don't like it, then I don't need it next time~"

Cyrus stuck to her curly chestnut hair, sniffing the citrus-scented perfume vigorously, and said falteringly and honestly: "I like...like..."

"That's fine." Hermione raised her chin triumphantly, asking Cyrus to bring the potion.

Winner of the day: Hermione Granger.

"Sigh~"

Taking advantage of the two people's inattention, the jubilant little tail dexterously got in from the hem of Cyrus' clothes, and the cold and smooth touch made Cyrus tremble a little.

"Treasure the present~"

And Hermione, who was smirking at the side, just let the tail, which was elated because of her inner joy, play pranks there.

Cyrus could clearly feel the short barbs on the tip of the tail gently brushing against his skin.

Hermione blushed a little as she breathed heavily through the gaps in her curly hair. She was a little puzzled, Cyrus didn't usually become like this so easily.

She suddenly realized that Cyrus seemed to have grown up?It's twelve!

Hermione's heart jumped suddenly. This feeling was like a fruit farmer seeing the mature fruit from the cultivated fruit tree. She couldn't help licking her lips with her tongue.

Professor Snape is indeed a master of potions, the potion took effect very quickly, the scales on Hermione's face gradually faded to flesh color, and her hands became soft and warm again.

As the tail slowly shortened, Hermione blushed, twisted her body, and rubbed against the mattress.

"I thought you'd drink it tomorrow." Cyrus was a little disappointed, obviously, he seemed to be indulging in the strange feeling just now.

"As a price, how about...next time-for-you-"

Hermione buried her head in his neck mischievously, Cyrus couldn't help but be addicted to the heat.