The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Hermione said after class: "I really have a talent for divination!!"

"What did Professor Trelawney say?"

"She said she had never seen such a gifted student." Hermione looked extremely smug, and hammered Cyrus' arm with both hands excitedly, "The professor said that the future she prophesied is still in the Department of Mysteries!!"

Well, Cyrus had to admit, Trelawney wasn't really a bluff in Divination.

After understanding, I realized that the prophecy of the wizards is not a kind of fatalism or destiny theory. Dumbledore is right, the more you believe, the prophecy will be the future...

Its randomness can be explained in one sentence: God throws dice.

Professor Trelawney was ecstatic about Hermione's ability to predict because of the dark force. She thought that the faintly glowing halo she saw for the first time in class was a mistake in her third eye.

The professor recommends that Hermione and Cyrus choose a crystal ball and specialize in crystal ball divination.

But most of the time it was to teach Hermione, because Cyrus was not very interested in divination, and Professor Trelawney always let the two of them live in seclusion like her, so as not to let the world pollute the Celestial Eye.

"Professor... we still want to change something more..." Cyrus took a look, and saw the sherry bottle hidden behind her cushion.

Cyrus: What a recluse.

Then this weekend is the last visit to Hogsmeade this term.

Cyrus and Hermione came to the Honeydukes Candy House early and saw Harry sneaking out, but they didn't go up to say hello, but hid in the crowd until he and his friends got together. Look away.

"Why can't you bring pets?" Cyrus sighed secretly.

"If Stitch gets into trouble, we'll be doomed." Hermione dragged him to the last bar, where the people seemed busier than other places. "It's not like you don't know that it's afraid of life..."

There was orange light coming from the arc-shaped window sill, and there were four road signs hanging outside, and the snow at the door melted to reveal the wooden boards and stone bricks underneath.

When they opened the door, there was a cloud of water mist, not like in Madam Puddife's teahouse, the water mist had no smell, it just made people smell a little wet, Hermione took off the scarf.

The two of them were sitting by the arc-shaped window, a few strings of holly wreaths hung on the glass, Cyrus wiped off the moisture, and there was a Christmas tree in the middle of the road, which was full of magical candles.

And the fireplace is just diagonally opposite the table for two.

“Snail cherry soda...red currant juice, both with a dash of rum, all with ice”

"I don't drink...thank you"

"Honey~ Can you not ruin this date?" Hermione ordered two more fried cod, and then the menu slid a circle in the air and floated to the counter inside.

The business of this Three Broomsticks bar is so good that it is said that every wizard will come here to sit down, just the warm environment and the curvaceous woman in front of the stage are enough.

Hermione looked at the Ms. Rosmerta who was being promoted by Ron. She had a beautiful appearance, and her curves were enough to satisfy the fantasies of the noisy wizards. The girl lowered her head.

After about 5 minutes, Ms. Rosmerta came over with a plate: "Merry Christmas~"

When the woman leaned over to put the plate, Cyrus, who was closest, couldn't help but lean back, but subconsciously saw Rosmerta's most worthy place to show off.

"Do you boys like that?" Hermione waited until she was gone, then gave Cyrus a light kick on the shin.

"How?"

Hermione rested her chin on her left hand, twisted the straw with the fingers of her right hand and stirred the ice cubes in the glass, watching the yellow rum and scarlet cherry soda melt together, and the ice cubes hit the glass with a crisp sound. sound.

She didn't have any ideas, she just wanted to tease him simply.

"It's where you just looked..."

"I just... ah~"

Cyrus' face turned red, the drink was thirsty, and the moment it was served, more than half of it was lost, so he didn't know whether it was the little rum or the hot room.

"Why do you think that?" he asked back.

"Because... because you boys always look there subconsciously." Hermione tilted her head and stared into his eyes, "So what? You like that too? Don't get me wrong, I just want to understand myself as a girlfriend Just a boyfriend..."

"Ha~ I...haven't touched it before, how do I know?"

"So...you want to touch it to know? It's a bit difficult." Hermione looked embarrassed, "Ms. Rosmerta may not agree..."

"He-mi-en! I'm not interested in those!!" Cyrus said incoherently, without thinking, "I only like yours..."

The voice stopped abruptly. Obviously, he realized that what he had just blurted out sounded a little weird, and Hermione on the opposite side felt the same, because her snow boots lightly stepped on his foot.

The girl took a big sip of the ice drink and put it in her mouth, her cheeks on both sides puffed up.

She tried to cool her face in such an extreme way, Hermione didn't expect Cyrus to... say such a thing, although she was just teasing him, she didn't expect Cyrus to be impatient.

In a hurry, words without thinking are generally true thoughts.

"Hey... what do you only like about me?" Hermione almost choked to death.

"I mean, as long as it belongs to you, I like it..." Cyrus' eyes wandered, "You don't have confidence in yourself, do you?"

Cyrus struck back.

"No, I'm just asking... want to drink mine? This cherry soda is not bad"

Hermione swapped the glasses between the two on her own, and there was still a little red mark on the top of the white straw, probably from the lip gloss she put on in the morning when she drank water.

'Today is strawberry? ' thought Cyrus.

"Merry Christmas~"

"Merry Christmas~"

Harry was sitting in another corner, and he pretended not to see anything. At this time, there were several more guests in the bar. They were McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. Their wizard hats were stained white with snow, and the sea behind them grid.

The last to enter was the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, with strange taste in clothes.

Fortunately, the professor didn't notice him, and Harry hid among a group of people. People from several academies crowded together, blocking McGonagall's sight.

The first thing Flitwick saw was Hermione, he smiled and winked at the two of them.

He didn't mean to interrupt the couple's date...

After they ordered drinks and sat down, Ms. Rosmerta suddenly asked, "Mr. Minister, is Black still in this area? The business in Hogsmeade is getting worse and worse..."

"You should have heard the news about Halloween, right? Obviously, Black never went far."

"Hagrid! Did you get drunk in the bar again?!" McGonagall said angrily to the shrinking Hagrid. The giant felt aggrieved, "Now everyone in the bar knows about it..."

Today was the last weekend before the holiday, and of course the professors would come here to relax. Cyrus and Hermione heard Mrs. Rosmerta's complaints and Professor McGonagall's sharp accusations.

Not only the people at Cyrus' table, but Harry's group across the wall also huddled together to listen to the news.

Lavender of Gryffindor signaled Parvati to be quiet, so as not to let the professor find out that they were eavesdropping, Harry was afraid of being discovered, so he got under the huge round table.

"Sigh~ who would have thought that Black would seek refuge with the Dark Lord?"

"Because you don't know much... Few people know the worst thing he did!!" Fudge sniffed at the thought.

"The worst?" Ms. Rosmerta was a little curious. She lowered her voice and said, "Is there anything worse than killing innocent people in a street? I haven't heard of it..."

"Of course, what he did was worse than blowing up a street"

After a while, Cyrus left the money on the table and slapped it hard, "Bang!", the lacquered oak table was slightly cracked by the silver Sickle, he scratched Pulled off the scarf, put on a hat and walked out of the bar.

He went under the Christmas tree and looked at the starry decoration at the top.

A cloud of white gas exhaled from the mouth caused the flame of the magic candle to sway, and a few minutes later, Hermione also left the Three Broomsticks angrily.

Fudge still didn't know how disgusting his words were. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at the two people who slapped the table and left. The two old professors glanced at each other, worry and silence intertwined.

But only Minerva McGonagall knew why Cyrus was angry.

"Look...everyone thinks this has ruined Black's reputation..." Fudge took a gulp of warm red currant rum, "Black betrayed the Potters, and the Fidelity Curse lasted only a week"

Only Hagrid didn't know what happened, he yelled: "Dirty traitor!!"

Harry, who was still in the bar, heard the back, forgot that he was still hiding under the table, and wanted to stand up excitedly, the back of his head made the heavy table vibrate...

"No wonder... no wonder Malfoy said that if it was him, he would definitely seek revenge on Black himself..." Harry covered his face in pain, and he recalled his mother's voice again.

Begging for mercy over and over again in the dream.

"It seems that the connection of the whole thing made Blake ruined..." McGonagall, who knew part of the truth, changed her words. She was not sad because of Peter's death in battle.

"You don't know how powerful Black is. The center of the street was blown into a big hole, so deep that even the sewers were split open... corpses were everywhere! The Muggles who came around were crying, but he laughed... "

Fudge could dream of that horrible scene.

"Alas...No one is optimistic about Peter Pettigrew, but he stood up in the end, poor boy, the Order of Merlin and the root are his comfort to his mother..." Flitwick blew nose.

Harry froze all over.

It wasn't until Fudge left to have dinner with Dumbledore that Harry was dragged out by the friends around him, and everyone knew how Black knew Harry was at school.

Sirius Black got the newspaper because Fudge visited the prison.

Fudge said that Black's newspaper happened to be published during the summer vacation of the second grade when Arthur Weasley won the jackpot, and he must have seen Harry's name on it.

"Harry..."

No one had ever seen Harry like this, the joy of just escaping was gone on his face, his hands were shaking from the truth, and his eyes were full of anger towards the 'betrayer'.

"B-lake--" Harry said through gritted teeth.