The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

As expected of Granger, he easily did the opposite of ordinary people.

The two consecutive days of extra training on weekends not only did not make her discouraged, but she was also obsessed with the pleasure of instant magic spells. Because her thinking has not solidified for the time being, she has made remarkable progress.

And Cyrus didn't use the Force to bully her, with real wizard dueling skills.

Granger and Hermione are almost identical except for their height and personality, but Cyrus has always thought of Granger as a smaller version of Hermione.

Because...it's so cool to be bullied.

'Merlin... sure!Make sure I run into her when I go back" Granger stared and gritted his teeth while correcting the documents, "I swear, he must pay the price"

Cyrus also put his legs up on the table, humming Balin's favorite ditty in the Oak Shield team, with his hands behind his head, with the look of 'stealing half a day's leisure'.

"It's for your own good!" Cyrus teased Crookshanks lazily with a piece of bristlegrass, but Crookshanks just gave him a sideways glance.

"For my own good? For my own good?" Granger sneered, "You better not let me meet your - girlfriend - friend"

"Tsk... think about it! If you want your parents to move into the wizarding world, don't you need a position?"

"so?"

"So! This will help you in your future work." Cyrus drew the cake without any scruples in his heart, "You can even use this to deal with the British Prime Minister."

Cyrus shook the envelope in his hand, and with a tap of his wand, the letter automatically turned into a butterfly and flew out through the gap in the window. It was his proposal to the Prime Minister.

According to John, after the summer vacation of the third grade, he and Hermione may go to the British Prime Minister's newly established secret department as advisors.

"I can't do what you guys..." Granger shook his head, a little frustrated.

While they were chatting, the club ushered in his savior-Harry Potter.

"Don't worry about it..." Although Neville comforted Harry in this way, he seemed to be more worried, "Speaking of which, should I go back?"

"Me? I don't care." Harry shrugged, standing next to Ron watching the Weasleys' civil war.

George and Fred clung to Rivendell in the valley, which made Ron and Colin's orcs hurt their heads. Colin complained:

"When will you make Smaug out?"

But George said, wait until they complete the map of the Seven Dwarves and the Lonely Mountain.

"What's the matter?" Cyrus explained to them, "Are you still discussing the prophecy? Don't worry...it's just a warning, you just need to be vigilant enough"

Trelawney also said that Justin will be bloody within three days, the result?On the third day, I did see blood, but it was because Justin accidentally scratched him in Potions class.

For this, Hufflepuff also deducted five points.

"Idiot! The potion is stained with blood, so I need to change it again! You've wasted my materials again." Snape gave such an explanation when deducting points, "It seems that precise instruments can't make your brain smarter "

But the loudest fight of late was about Hagrid, and Malfoy yelled the most because Buckbeak almost turned him into a head.

"If you ask me...he deserves it!" Harry watched him sneer, and scolded Buckbeak in a good-natured way, "Us...how do you say Cyrus' joke? Yes! Malfoy's The aristocratic blood must be French"

Following Harry's laughing and cursing, joy erupted in the club.

Ron and Neville didn't understand very well until the Hufflepuff students told them that Louis XVI was the last king before the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty in France.

In the end, it was connected with the fact that Malfoy almost lost his head, and Ron and Neville laughed even more. The two of them had been taunted by Draco Malfoy before.

"George...I came up with a good idea." Fred rubbed the stone chess, looked at the battle situation and thought, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"What's the idea?"

"This year's Halloween... let's dress up as Muggle executioners." He gestured, "You dress up as a guillotine for Muggle executions, and I will be responsible for dressing up the bamboo basket?"

Granger wanted to laugh, but she tried her best to control her facial expressions, her skills were not as deep as Hermione's.

"You're going to hell," Granger muttered.

"No, no, the president misunderstood, we are just to promote the history of the Muggle studies class." The Weasley twins saluted exaggeratedly like performers at the curtain call, "and fully promoted the advantages of France."

But Harry was a little worried, he said, "I'm not worried about Hagrid, I'm worried about Buckbeak...he's just a magical animal"

"Have you forgotten? Mr. Newt is Professor Hagrid's assistant," Granger said quickly. "You think a scholar who has dedicated his life to protecting magical creatures would let Malfoy target Buckbeak?"

Granger seemed to have mastered a certain knack of easily taking advantage of his position to mingle with everyone.

After all... Granger just needs to be strong all the time, and this... she's the best at it.

.........

And Hermione in the parallel world started her first divination class, and this time she seemed to be different from before.

Harry thought he was wrong...because he saw Hermione...excited?

"Didn't she hate divination class last week?" Ron couldn't believe his eyes.

He had a bad premonition, because Ron knew Granger's character, that girl would always get back after suffering a loss, and would try her best to prove it.

Not for anything else, just to prove the other party is wrong or she can do it herself.

"I don't know...but I know another thing." Harry frowned and slapped his teacup on the short-legged table. "If you don't apologize, you might become the next Malfoy."

To be honest, Granger didn't say anything in his divination class last Monday... just thought that bad luck was wrong.

Harry felt that what Granger said was harmless, and he wished that the death prophecy of the 'big black dog' was purely a lie, as Granger and Professor McGonagall said.

"Really, you don't have to keep using what Professor Trelawney said about her to keep attacking..." Harry whispered.

"Okay...okay...I'll apologize at noon." Ron rolled his eyes, a little reluctantly, "you know... Hermione is always on top"

'Have it?It's okay,' Harry answered him in his heart, 'at least it's better than Dudley the pig and Vernon... Ron, you really haven't seen a real superior, Malfoy is the only one'

Harry thought that Granger was just being a little proud, but far from superior.

There was nothing wrong with the divination class. Professor Trelawney spent almost the entire class looking at tea leaves or looking at astrology for people who had never done divination before. When she came to Hermione's place, she was planning to go back.

But... She suddenly covered her forehead, and the round glasses enlarged her eyes to fill the entire lens.

"No... your aura?" She looked at Hermione in disbelief, "Did you drink Felicia?"

It is said that after drinking the Blessing Elixir, people will be lucky within twelve hours. The brewing process is very difficult, and if there is a little carelessness in the process, the consequences will be disastrous.

"No..." Hermione said oddly.

Professor Trelawney looked as if she had seen something rare. She seemed very excited, as if she had seen some peerless genius.

"Oh... dear, really, please forgive me for my last evaluation, maybe my third eye doesn't work..."

Ron, Harry, the other Lions: Professor!You are too dramatic! !