The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Granger, who had just walked out of the Gryffindor dean's office, was strolling by the Black Lake in a bored way.

Just now, she was hugged by McGonagall. Granger kicked a stone into the black lake, causing splashes and waves. Her hand clenched the converter in her pocket.

She took a few deep breaths and recited a few syllables of runes in her heart to calm her heart.

"It's nice here..."

"Where is it?"

Suddenly, the girl jumped because of a voice behind her. It was Cyrus who was called by Mag, and Mag left the window of the office.

"Where...what's the matter?" Granger hesitated, "I'm just a person who likes this world"

This is the fact~

Granger loves this place, loves the harmonious colleges here, there is no serious barrier between them, and the stereotypes are just used by them for jokes.

But... Granger knew he was inferior to Hermione, because the gap between the two Hermione Grangers could be found from her daily management of the club file:

While Hermione can always keep the first place in her studies, she can also fall in love with Cyrus, chat with friends, and organize affairs;

Where's Granger?She thought she could do it herself, but sometimes Cyrus couldn't stand it and came to help.

"So... are you envious that Ron here is not stubborn? Harry here is not a peacemaker?" Cyrus stepped up a few steps and came to her side, "Or...only here, Can you be more like yourself?"

She didn't speak, just walked on by herself.

"Then you're wrong... You haven't seen Ron play 'Total War' with others, he was really stubborn, and he even made regrets..."

Cyrus' well-timed metaphor gave Granger a sense of the picture, and she burst out laughing.

But Granger was even angrier, because...she was obviously emotional just now, but Cyrus ruined the atmosphere.

"But I don't think they need me." Granger put his hands behind his back and walked a little lighter than before.

"Haha... If you are really not important, will Harry drag Ron to apologize to you?" Cyrus affirmed, "Of course they need you, at least Harry cherishes your friendship... "

Granger and Ron, at least, were Harry Potter's first friends.

The cold Scottish wind blew across the Black Lake, and the rolled up catkins made Granger squint his eyes.

"Didn't you learn a lot?" Cyrus called out his patron saint Sans, who seemed to be still standing there with squinted eyes, sleeping, "The Patronus spell...it requires profound skills and the happiest memory. ..”

Granger looked at this naive skeleton curiously, as surprised as seeing a dark wizard proficient in the Unforgivable Curse discussing the truth of 'love' with others in a bar.

She knew the Patronus spell, which Cyrus had told her to try, although she hadn't learned it.

"Is this a trick?" Granger showed a slight smile, "The gap from heaven to hell highlights the happiness of the past? You really have..."

"Ahem... at least you can be sure to go back and deal with the mess" Cyrus teased her.

The two turned around and walked back. Granger hoped to change something after going back. As Cyrus said, the people and things here were not what they were at the beginning.

She desperately wants to do something.

On the second night, Granger changed her clothes, and Saul Crocker, Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall stood beside her in a deserted space next to the Forbidden Forest.

Among them, Crocker was observing with his notes all the time, while Professor Dumbledore took out his knuckle wand to prevent accidents.

"Ready?" Cyrus stood in front of her, straightening her bow tie.

"Um......"

"The first attempt of the 'Multiverse Project'...accident? Unknown...response method? Unknown..." Crocker took notes solemnly, "Okay, Miss Granger, remember, you must Same number of laps as you did at the beginning"

Granger was facing Cyrus, seeing Hogwarts Castle over his shoulder, and she nervously put the chain back around her neck and switched on the converter.

"Remember...you can change what you want to change, you have...the possibilities!"

Cyrus seemed to be giving some definition to her life, canceling the label anyone put on Granger, she could be anyone, as long as she was willing to give.

"thanks..."

"By the way... and don't do such stupid things again in the future, just take a rest when you're tired." He paused, and continued, "You... are already very good."

As soon as the words were finished, Granger turned the hourglass and turned it four and a half times. Although she felt her eardrums swell and everything flew backwards in an instant, what Cyrus said was circling in her mind.

'Take a break when you're tired...'

She vaguely remembered who said this sentence, but she couldn't remember who it was, probably some female relative or friend?

It's definitely not Cyrus anyway...

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a short time, Granger's feet touched the solid ground, and the mosaic-like blurred scene around him became clear.

only......

'Why am I in the principal's office! ! ! ! ' Granger growled inwardly.

The scene was exactly the same, but Principal Dumbledore and Dean McGonagall looked at her with surprised eyes, as if they had witnessed a miracle with their own eyes.

And Cyrus was also dumbfounded.

Cyrus, Dumbledore, McGonagall: ? ? ? ? ?

The picture in front of him was like a frame-scratched animation. In the last frame, it was a relatively short Granger, and in the next frame, it turned into a tall woman, and her originally disheveled hair became slightly curly.

"Hmph... It seems that the first experiment was affected by unknown factors, making the development earlier...?" Crocker was also surprised, but the hand holding the quill didn't stop.

"Are you...?" Cyrus carefully asked the familiar strange woman in front of him.

"Who are you?" She frowned, and instantly entered a fighting state, perhaps because of the time travel just now, which made her a little dizzy, "Where is this...?"

Even though she was in a trance, she was still very vigilant. As soon as she got the wand in her hand, she saw Professor McGonagall on the other side. It was at this moment that she was stunned, and the wand came out of her hand.

Cyrus quickly disarmed her with the Force.

"do not worry..."

And this voice seemed more familiar to her ears, and her chocolate-colored pupils dilated slightly.

"D...Principal Dumbledore..." She quickly recognized the voice, and she didn't even care about the wand that was out of her hand. She turned around in disbelief.

"Who are you? Can you tell us?"

Her hands clenched tightly, her nails dug deep into the flesh, but the tingling told her that this was no fantasy.

"I'm... Hermione..."

When she said the surname intermittently, everyone was surprised.

(Don’t panic, well, what I wrote will not be bloody, and Hermione’s multiverse time will follow)

(There will be a side story tomorrow, probably a short story between Cyrus and Ancient One)