The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Cyrus, the infinite multiverse is full of infinite possibilities. Another teacher of yours also believes that fate cannot be determined. I have already taken this step."

"Master, I don't know if I can do it. Looking at the past and the future, my talent seems to be the worst."

"Hehehe~ Everyone's method is different. I made my way through death in this timeline, but you are born with this ability, don't you?"

In a barren white background, Cyrus was so dazzled by the white light in front that he couldn't look directly, but could feel the warmth of the sun.

"Hey! Boy!! Get up! It's time!" Cyrus was suddenly awakened by a rude shout, and his father wobbled and pulled the bed sheet aside, "Get up and go to school! I'll pay for it Your school living expenses are not used to buy you to sleep, and also, buy me some beer when you come back"

Cyrus got up resentful of being woken up roughly, got dressed and went out without a word,

"Hey!" On the way to school, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Hermione.

"Do you have time today? Well....I mean..." Before she could finish speaking, she was followed by a middle-aged couple who seemed to be dressed in ordinary British middle-class clothes. The man Stepping forward to put Cyrus on the shoulder, he said softly, "We are Hermione's parents, I am Wendell Granger, and this is Monica Granger. I have heard a lot from our Hermione in the past two years. Speaking of you, do you have time to be a guest tonight? We just want to express our gratitude, after all, she has no friends at school..."

Cyrus scratched his lowered head, "There should be, but I can't stay too late"

"Okay, Mom and Dad, let's go faster, or we'll be late." Hermione grabbed Seilert's sleeve and walked forward

Hermione pulled him away from her parents quickly, and then let go, "You are at school..." "No! Well, it's just that I don't have many friends, at least more than you! Well, probably "

"Sorry, I thought you should have a lot of friends." Cyrus apologized, although he didn't know what to say. "After all, you seem more outgoing?"

Hermione lowered her head, murmured and said in a low voice: "Maybe it's because of being in a private school. Anyway, the people in the class don't seem to like studying very much, so don't play with me very much. I hate their superficial social interaction. They also hate that I can only read books”

"Will they bully you?" "Just don't play with me, bullying...is it rare? Maybe I should learn their social skills? Although I don't like it"

Cyrus raised his eyebrows, "No, maybe you can learn to box and beat up those who bully you"

"That's wrong, fighting is not allowed in the school." Hermione looked up at him in surprise, "That doesn't look like what you said."

"This only shows that you don't know me yet, Hermione~ You are just out of self-preservation. Regardless of the result of resistance, success or failure, what matters is the process. As long as you resist, the other party will not dare to bully you further."

Hermione pondered Cyrus' answer in silence.

At the intersection, the two were about to separate, Hermione took out two milk candies from her clothes pocket and put them on his hand, "My dad gave it to me this morning, but my dad is a dentist and he doesn't approve of it. Eat candy, so it can be shared with school friends, but since I happen to meet you, I will give it to you." Her eyes were erratic, and she could only scratch the fluffy brown curly hair.

The candy is a very ordinary white cube-shaped milk-flavored candy. It may be because it has been in the pocket all the time, and it is a little warm.

Cyrus handed one out and stuffed it back into her pocket, "One is enough for me, and give the rest to your school friends." After finishing speaking, he winked at Hermione, "It tastes delicious , maybe your friends will like it"

"Remember, come to the bookstore to find me after school today"