The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Hufflepuff won, but Cedric was not as happy as he imagined as the captain. He sat at the entrance of the stadium and looked at Wood. The 'wood' stood in the rain in a daze.

He wanted the storm to drown him.

Cedric could understand him, even though the chances of winning were not big before, but at any rate...both sides tried their best.

This time, because of the intervention of the dementors, Cedric did not enjoy the joy of victory, and Wood did not experience the excitement after working hard, and some only failed once, without any waves.

"Oliver! How about we have a rematch!!" Cedric leaned his back against the wall, holding the Golden Snitch weakly with his right hand.

I could clearly see Oliver Wood looking up in the heavy rain. The rain was flowing from his short hair, making his body a little cold. Wood moved his stiff limbs, and finally turned around.

He didn't expect that big stupid Cedric was still here.

There was some disbelief in his eyes, but he was relieved when he saw the snitch in Cedric's hand.

"Forget it...forget it, this is Harry's first miss." Wood sighed, "That's it, it's okay, remember to help us beat the Slytherin team... especially Marcus That idiot..."

He didn't have any objections to this competition, and it wasn't that he hadn't won the championship before, Harry had won it once in his first year.

Besides, Cedric didn't play any tricks, and Wood admitted that Hufflepuff won the light and won fair, because no one thought of the extra-competition factor of dementors.

"Okay! Then wait until we finish the Slytherin rematch!" Cedric said to himself, leaning on the dry wall, and threw the Golden Snitch out.

Oliver Wood caught the Snitch subconsciously. It wasn't big, but the metal ball was washed by the rain, making it even more eye-catching.

"It's just Slytherin, it's a small thing... remember to cheer in the auditorium then." Cedric shook his hand and left the court, leaving Wood alone here.

It's not about Wood, it's what he wants.

After Harry woke up, he had been immersed in the grief of losing his old friend Nimbus 2000. Although he had bought the Firebolt long ago, he did not expect it to be retired so soon.

The Nimbus 2000 was a gift from Professor McGonagall, but it was only in the third grade... It became a pile of fragments. Harry repaired it with the Restoration Charm, even if it just kept it as it was, it couldn't fly.

Mrs. Pomfrey stayed at the school hospital for check-ups on the weekend. Friends came to think of ways to make him happy, and Wood also went. He said in a dull and emotional voice that he rejected Cedric's rematch. ..

But accepted that they had a friendly after Slytherin.

'Wood' Wood took the competition Snitch out of his pocket, grabbed Harry's cold hand, and placed it in his palm, Harry could feel the warmth of Wood's covering the Snitch.

At night, he couldn't fall asleep looking at the ceiling alone, thinking about it all the time...

That woman's voice was his mother's...it was his mother's voice in the last moments of her life, hearing her trying to protect him...the dementor was close to him, and it came to his mind unconsciously.

Harry was thinking 'something', but he didn't tell Ron or me, because they would both be panicking, and Harry suddenly thought of Cyrus.

But Cyrus scoffed at the prophesied fate...

But what can he do?You can't be wary of that beast all your life, can you?What would happen if you cast a spell to drive it away?Harry fell asleep without realizing it.

Thinking always had a hypnotic effect on him.

But even in sleep, he couldn't be quiet, Harry was destined to see those cold, wet, rotting hands in his dreams, and he heard his mother's voice again...

The moonlight reflected from the window on his tired and painful sleeping face, and a drop of shining water dripped from the corner of his eye.

.........

Hermione was changing her soaking clothes in the bathroom, and Cyrus was sitting by the fire warming his hands.

The Room of Requirement conjured up a room this time, a room with a clean small bathroom, and the overall warm color of Hufflepuff. Obviously, this was Cyrus' idea.

Originally, he planned to send his girlfriend back to the lounge. Hermione's whole body was wet by the storm, but she said that the lounge was too far away, and she should go back to the Room of Requirement to dry clothes first, otherwise she would catch a cold.

When she took off the outer school robe to reveal the white shirt underneath, Cyrus could even see the faint color of flesh.

It was wet clothes sticking to her skin.

Of course...that's blue...

Hermione is already in the third grade. Although her appearance can only be regarded as upper middle class, her figure is uneven due to exercise. The girl took off her skirt in front of the bathroom mirror, raised her leg, and stepped on a low cabinet.

The white stockings that Cyrus liked were the ones that stuck to the thighs. There was a bow-knot ribbon at the top of the socks. Hermione ran her hand along the calf, twirling the ribbon with her fingertips and pulling it lightly.

She pulled the pale pink ribbon down, and Hermione set it down by the sink.

Fingertips slid along the hot water from the shower over the clavicle, followed by the tip of the chest, and the waistcoat line of the abdomen. The muscles are powerful yet beautiful, slender but not weak, arrogant!But don't be rude...

Seen through the mist, she looks like a statue under the knife of Michelangelo, holy, and the freckles on her skin are the occasional spots on the marble.

"what is this?"

After taking a bath, as the bathroom door was opened and the clouds and mist lingered, Hermione's looming figure in Cyrus' mind became clearer, and she tied the ribbon around his hand.

"Just remembering... I haven't given you a bracelet yet" Hermione didn't answer his question, just looked at him and blinked, "My dear Minister Cat, do you like this gift?"

A light tap of the wand prevented the soft silk ribbon from breaking so easily.

Cyrus pretended to be dazed, and after sliding his hand down her waist, the water on her body had been dried, but the scent of citrus shower gel still remained, and Hermione's lips were printed on his face.

Leaves a clean imprint.

"Did you wear lip gloss?"

"Hmm~" She pursed her lips and smiled wickedly.

"Then I won't wipe it!" Cyrus raised his brows, "I'll just walk out tomorrow..."

"Okay, let's go then." Hermione raised her chin not to be outdone, "Anyway, the lip marks are on your face, not mine...if you like it"

"Don't wipe it~ Of course I won't wipe it"

Cyrus insisted with a blushing face, but he didn't lie, anyway, there would be no one on the way back to the lounge tomorrow morning, if he could, he wouldn't even wash his face...

"Tsk... this magic lip gloss is edible." Hermione turned her head and licked it with her little tongue, and said with some surprise, "Wizards always surprise people in some places..."

But she just didn't say anything about the taste.

"Hermione~"

"What's the matter?" Hermione panicked in her hidden eyes, but still acted calmly, "You want to taste it too?"

"Only a bow is not considered a reward..." Cyrus hugged her, vowing not to let go, "Ahem...I'm a boy, so I'm just curious about how lip gloss feels, Mien?"

"Oh? How about I paint it for you?" Hermione grabbed the satchel with her hand and fumbled wildly inside, but her head slowly approached, and he could see the eyelashes on Hermione's half-closed eyes. trembling.

"If you can..."

Hermione's ears were bright red, only covered by her curly hair, and the two braided ornaments were looking at each other at close range.

Sticky, moist and warm embraces, warm sniffs, at first the taste of strawberries reverberated in the mouths of the two, followed by the taste of lime, with a hint of sweetness.

Hermione pressed her body against him and put her hand on his wrist.

The fire was burning, and the dry wood made a slight crackling sound. Suddenly, the girl jumped up like a frightened rabbit. She blushed, raised her strong arm, and tapped his nose with her fingertips.

"Naughty dog!!" Hermione finally stuttered, "No... no sex!"

Cyrus: q(////v////)q

"Isn't this normal..." Cyrus coughed twice, and shifted his eyes to the burning fire in the fireplace in embarrassment.

"But at least not yet!" Hermione grabbed the skirt corners on both sides of her body and kneaded them into a ball without knowing it. "Wipe... wipe it! Your mouth is full of red marks..."

After wiping her mouth with a white handkerchief, she threw it on Cyrus' face, then jumped and ran in small steps, and flew to the soft bed.

The footsteps are hurried and messy.

"Good night!!!" Hermione put her head in her pillow.

"Good night~"

Cyrus put the handkerchief into his pocket, smacked his mouth, and covered his hot face, savoring the ever-changing taste of lip gloss.

After getting under the covers, a pair of knee-high white stockings were pressed against his stomach, Hermione looked at him, the fire in the fireplace had been turned down, but her/his eyes were glowing with reflected fluorescence.

"I can feel the connection with Andyne~" she whispered.

"did she say something like sans did?"

"No... I just had a direct hunch" Hermione half-closed her eyelids, feeling a little sleepy.

"Then good night~ my dear Queen Ravenclaw"

Cyrus leaned over and buried her head in the girl's neck. She could intuitively feel a hot breath on her collarbone and spread to the surroundings, but she couldn't avoid it.

No... It's not that I can't avoid it, it's that I don't want to push it away.