The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After returning to Florida from New York, Hermione lived with the Grangers, while Cyrus lived on the passenger ship with the captain and sailors.

Cyrus could swear that he would never forget the days when Hermione and he walked on the beach before returning to England.

She would always wear white nylon stockings, maroon short-heeled leather boots, and that little top hat in the evening, watching the sun set on the other side of the sea level with Cyrus.

Sometimes when the Grangers were away, Cyrus, who had a taste for things, would cling to Hermione more thoroughly.

Cyrus missed that smell, so Hermione opened her mouth, the red sunset made them unable to tell whether the flush on their faces was a reflection of the sunset, or mutual shyness.

"We're going back to London." Cyrus looked at the time, it was already mid-August.

"I really want to go back to school soon..." Hermione sat on the shore, took off her boots, and lightly kicked him with her little feet, "I feel that the Patronus Charm is about to be perfected."

'Love' nourished the two of them, on the quiet seaside, when they kissed on the coast of Florida, Hermione would always gently hold his chin, his eyes were like bright sapphires in the hands of fishermen.

The waves and the blue and gold ghost kept beating against the skin and thoughts of the two of them.

"Enjoy the few days you have, glutton!"

"Then I should be more grateful..."

Hermione crouched to block someone's breath, and for the rest of their Florida days, they were pressed together, breathing entwined, blessed by the sea.

Of course, it didn't hit base, after all, they were not ready yet.

After returning to London, the mermaid ruins discovered by Captain Locke, Will and others were also made public, as well as the underwater pyramids in the waters of the Bahamas.

And Hermione and Cyrus also resumed their previous activities: enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea time at Mrs. Hadley's bookstore.

But this Saturday afternoon, there was one more guest—John Mayley, who asked the other staff to wait outside and sat with the two little ones himself.

"Thank you~" He took a pot of black tea from Mrs. Hadley.

Mrs. Hadley, who returned to the front desk, poked her neck and looked at the man who had only appeared on TV in surprise, but she didn't seem very flustered.

For an old man, it seems that everything is unimportant except what he cares about.

"So... I need to support those children from non-wizard families." Meli opened a thick notebook, which contained the content of his 'classes', "in order to reduce their inner barriers to the world of ordinary people?"

There is not much history in the wizarding world, even if it was written and supplemented by Hermione and Cyrus, John also read it all within a week.

"Of course~ but the important thing is how do you know those children?" Hermione knocked on the table.

Hogwarts determines the young wizard through the book of admission and the pen of acceptance. Before that, no one knew which family those new students would live in.

"You can start with orphanages and welfare institutions." Cyrus reminded the two, "We don't have to expand the scope too much at the beginning..."

Yes, they can start with that.

In September every year, under the guise of a government investigation, they go to the community orphanage to inquire about 'school admission', so as to filter out 'Hogwarts', and then help those children leave the fetters of the Muggle world in the name of private sponsorship.

Hermione, who is also filled with various ideologies and doctrines, only has "liberation" left for the wizarding world: now she is liberating knowledge and breaking monopoly; then liberating the mind, and finally liberating the entire wizarding world!

Hermione became a little excited just thinking about it.

John thought of one thing. Dumbledore told him something about the fugitive Black on the way to escort him back to No. 10 Downing Street.

He was a little curious, but just being a fugitive made the whole magic world mobilize. John asked, "What ability does Sirius Black have? Isn't he just a stronger wizard?"

"That's the person who crawled out of the mouth of the dementor, the loyal servant of the You-Know-Who, the lunatic who blown up a street with a spell..." Hermione frowned rarely.

It was only the seventh frown she'd had all summer.

"Fxxk!" John finally couldn't hold back.

What does the Ministry of Magic do?If there is any trouble in his current term, the British royal family and MPs must seize this opportunity to diss madly?

When it was past four o'clock, Prime Minister John sighed deeply, and the hair on the ear temples seemed to be a little grayer again. Because of this incident, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was also blamed by the International Federation of Wizards.

From a certain point of view, Fudge can also be regarded as the first minister to cooperate with the Muggle Prime Minister.

After returning home, Hermione happily kicked off her leather shoes, took a cup of iced yogurt from the refrigerator, and lay down on the sofa to rest.

Cyrus shook his head helplessly, and helped her arrange the shoes that were randomly kicked at the door, and hung the clothes and sun hat on the hangers before sitting cross-legged on the familiar carpet.

Souvenirs from the Bimini Islands were also taxidermied and hung on the wall above the fireplace, and the small horn was braced on the rim.

Stitch was thrown to the centaur tribe during this summer vacation, and the whole family fell silent.

Both of them stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"My legs are sore." Hermione pressed her knee against his back, "It's my thigh~"

"receive!!"

Cyrus, who was just about to make up his mind to send a few letters and chat with his friends, skillfully lifted the girl's legs and placed them on his body, and began to gently pinch them with his little hands.

Maybe it was too comfortable, Hermione would always hum a few times unintentionally.

The limp voice made Cyrus' heart itch.

Hermione felt that it was almost done, so she sat up and retracted her legs, hugged her skirt, and hooked her hands towards Cyrus. He lay obediently on Hermione's knees together, and the girl took out a cotton swab and gently tapped it in his ear. Turn lightly.

His hot cheeks spread through Hermione's white stockings to every part of her.

"Does your father agree?"

When they got home, they found that the table was full of letters, and the owls had come in from the chimney through the fireplace, so some of the envelopes were black in appearance.

Hermione had many admirers at school, most of whom were sent by her roommates and some little witches, including Luna who invited them to find the Snork.

In the Hogwarts envelope, in addition to the new book list for the third grade, there is also a consent form for family members to visit Hogsmeade village.

"Of course he agrees, just take some time before school starts." Cyrus closed his eyes, enjoying the hard-earned ear massage.

"Oh, if your father doesn't have time, you can have my father sign it tonight." She pursed her lips and moved her fingers restlessly, "Anyway... it doesn't make any difference"

"..." Cyrus couldn't speak because his heart was beating so hard.

"By the way, happy birthday~" Hermione lowered her body and leaned into his ear.

Today is NO.17, and Cyrus himself almost forgot.

Her hand touched Cyrus' cheek, and he turned over by the way, lying on his back on her lap, God... what kind of eyes are those?

Jupiter is still releasing hormones and magnetic fields to him, her deep eyes are more golden than the original chocolate color.

"I thought you forgot." Cyrus raised his hand, playing with the strands of her hair hanging on her chest.

"Do you think it's possible?" Hermione held his head and squeezed it against his stomach, and Cyrus purred contentedly in her arms, "What do you think of the gift?"

"Gift?"

"Hmm~ It's the dress I wore on the beach"

The girl's skin was a little tanned due to the summer trip. It was originally white, but now it is a bit biased towards a wheat complexion, thanks to the beach and the sun.

But compared to Cyrus, this made Hermione even more envious, because... he hardly changed at all! !Much whiter than Hermione!

Thinking of this, Hermione became even more depressed, and she bit it again with resentment.

"Perfect!" Cyrus could only feel the wetness of his earlobe, he was taken aback by the sudden attack, "I have to admit, the birthday surprises Hermione gave me are getting better every time."

"of course!"

Hermione blushed, licked her lips that were still reminiscing, and said in a rare and gentle voice: "This is what you deserve... This is an exclusive reward that only you can get"

"Cough...Mien~"

It was as if another voice in Cyrus' mind was speaking to him.

That's [食精知味], and it says, 'Dude, do you like it?then you need more...it's warmth, it's love'

"Huh? Look at your performance~"

She blinked mischievously, but it was not playful at all. With the movement of licking her lips, it was a little seductive. The heads of the two slowly approached, and they closed their eyes to prepare for the next moment.

Even though Cyrus was almost out of breath, he couldn't bear to push it away.

Until the door opened in the living room, it was the Grangers who had returned.