The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the Room of Requirement that had been vacant for three months, the old fireplace was lit again. Crookshanks lay on the back of the sofa chair, turned his head and looked at the two curiously.

ExpectoPatronum!

Hermione recalled the sleeping face of a certain golden hairball, and waved her wand confidently, but what came out was silver mist, slowly gathering.

"Impossible! How can my Patronus be a steel fork? And it looks like it will dissipate at any time!" Hermione murmured absently, "Cyrus... I am clearly thinking of the happiest thing. ..”

Her face was puffed up, a little discouraged, Hermione looked at Dumbledore's white magic notes, the white mist summoned by her fluctuated due to emotions, causing waves.

The Patronus Charm can be seen as a manifestation of the positive emotions of wizards, as opposed to the Dementors, who represent negative manifestations of will.

Like non-existent food, produced by human emotions, and live or feed on it.

So Cyrus could not help wondering whether the nature of the Patronus had an equally simple wisdom?For example, Professor McGonagall's cat is a very simple example.

Well... Cyrus just wanted to find a reason for his summoning guard...

"You've only been practicing for two months..." He could feel the white mist that Hermione called out, and a wave of heat reverberated in his chest.

"It's--four--months." Hermione looked at him seriously, and corrected, "I'm only a month behind you at Professor McGonagall! The important thing is that I can't see any progress."

Some magic is like this. If you don’t know how to practice it for a year, you still don’t know how to do it. When you figure it out, you may succeed the second time.

"ExpectoPatronum (Calling God to protect)~"

The happiest memory in Cyrus' mind is the first time he and Hermione met. In fact...he didn't even think of it himself. Cyrus always thought it would be the first time they kissed.

But after interrogating my heart, I found out:

Only when he and Hermione were together, everything they experienced and what happened to each other proved that the first encounter between him and her was the happiest and most important.

If he and Hermione hadn't been together, the first meeting wouldn't have mattered so much.

This is an argument, a dialectic in the heart, every hug, every kiss, and every post between Cyrus and Hermione proves to him that meeting is the greatest happiness.

Without a beginning, there is no experience.

"sans!" Cyrus looked at the lazy and curious Patronus with his hands in his pockets.

"Huh? What's wrong??"

"You are really my patron saint...it doesn't make sense..." Cyrus frowned. "The magic world never said that any magical creature is a skeleton. It's broken. Could it be that I have affected something?"

"You ask me? Do you think I look like I have a brain?" Sans tapped his head, but did not make any sound.

Like a newborn, it looked curiously at everything in front of it, including its own entity made of white mist and the study-like room, until it saw Hermione's half-gas Patronus.

"What'sup! Ann...Aindine?!" It shrunk its hoodie.

Andyne?Who is that?Hermione began to look up relevant names in the memory hall of her mind.

"Wait... who are you? You can't be..." Cyrus asked first.

"Me? I am the embodiment of happiness and hope, but a small part is because of you..." sans still maintained its smiling face, pointing at Cyrus and said, "your personality image is too broad"

It followed up by guessing what they wanted to ask, and then continued: "Because I am the embodiment of your heart, so... I know that you, a human being, love her~"

Sans "winked" at them, and Hermione slapped him to calm himself down.

"But...why can you talk? And..." Hermione took out her small book habitually, and she was ready.

The known Patronus represents what is hidden, unknown but necessary in the personality, documented in The Charm of Defense and Deterrence as an awakened secret self.

In appearance, the rare and magical Patronus undoubtedly reflects an unusual personality.

"What is 'why can I talk', I have always been able... have you ever seen an animal talk?" sans was walking around Hermione and Cyrus, "who knows where my creator put the image up"

Cyrus opened his mouth silently, he was a little baffled by the skeleton in front of him.

"Your soul is too vast...seriously" it made the silvery white mist around Hermione surround itself, as if remembering something, "maybe you inadvertently came into contact with another person in the universe when you were shaping it. similar guy"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it had nothing to do with her, she was always worried that it was her fault.

"You know, what I'm thinking of is definitely the happiest... the happiest memory." The girl blushed, but luckily the reflected fire covered it up.

"Look! I just said, it's definitely not because of you!" Cyrus grabbed her hand, "Don't be impatient... At least, we have a breakthrough in the Patronus Charm"

"Where's Andyne?" Hermione tried to control the harpoon that seemed to be dissipating, "Don't tell me the name of this harpoon is Andyne..."

"Haha... how is it possible, two lovely children" Sans laughed and rolled on the ground, "don't let her hear that"

"What about her?!"

"I don't know..." sans couldn't help it, because it was just a concrete representation of Cyrus' heart.

Who knows how Andyne got out?It just knew that there was such a murloc, maybe he just fell asleep?

After finishing speaking, he ignored them and jumped on the sofa. Perhaps it was the happiness and joy that the God-Calling Guard brought, making Crookshanks lie quietly by its side.

After Cyrus yelled several times without responding, he found that Sans closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

It was probably having a nightmare, and it muttered in a low voice: "Don't..." "Why did you kill him?" It's as simple as it says it is.

Although Hermione still hasn't solved the problem of the physical Patronus, but... at least being able to affirm that memories must be the happiest.

"So... what are your memories?" Cyrus asked her curiously.

"What about you?" she asked back.

"Cough...probably...the day the two of us met..." He turned his head and looked at the crackling firewood, pretending to be calm.

Hermione dispelled the Patronus Charm, drew circles on Cyrus' palm with her fingertips, and muttered to herself in a low voice: "Maybe it was when you fell asleep that afternoon."

"Huh? Which afternoon?"

"It's nothing!" Hermione grabbed his hand and took a bite, "Okay~ I didn't expect you to think of it when you were five years old..."

"Huh? You... what nonsense are you talking about!" Cyrus was visibly panicked, how could he at such a young age be against Hermione who was fighting witches every day.

Both of them are already in the third grade, and the childishness on Cyrus' face has faded a lot, but the lines are still relatively soft, and Hermione has already become a slim girl.

It could be seen by the firelight that Hermione's figure became more and more graceful. Under the pleated skirt was a pair of long legs with sharp curves, which was where Cyrus often lay down.

"It doesn't matter~ I just remember that a certain person used to like to read at Mrs. Hadley's, and often fell asleep while reading it."

The two leaned against each other and chatted, while Sans, who woke up from a nightmare, gritted his teeth to express his dislike, but he still hugged Crookshanks and squeezed.

'Sweet, warm fire and happiness, if only in the ground...'

Sans hugged Crookshanks, looked around enviously, and suddenly felt like a dream.

To my friends, to...you.

Andyne...