The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

It was snowing heavily on Christmas, Hermione was lying on the sofa with Stitch on her side in a daze, and Crookshanks was squeezed in her arms, which made Stitch very angry.

A cat and a dog grinned at each other in Hermione's arms.

The movie "Edward Scissorhands" was playing on the TV, Stitch grabbed the potato chips, watched Edward's last hug before parting with the heroine, and turned his head to look at Cyrus' "boss".

("Edward Scissorhands" is a 1990 movie)

Perhaps because she felt sorry, she stuffed the remaining potato chips into her mouth.

"You... want to be like him...?" Stitch looked at the movie and imitated the 'hug' action.

"Go and eat your potato chips!" Hermione looked at it with a puffy face, "Watching a movie is so much fun?!"

"Kahaha..."

Cyrus and Hermione didn't spend this Christmas together this year, they were thinking about each other at home and in the observation room, and before the holiday, the black dog in the Forbidden Forest also took the opportunity to run out.

It first came to Black's old house, took some money from it, changed into wide clothes that could cover itself inside, covered its face, and came to the Firebolt sales office in Diagon Alley.

'Only five hundred gold Galleons?But that's enough...' Blake weighed the purse and walked in.

No one could know that this lavish man was wanted by the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle community.

The clerk who was still working overtime on Christmas Eve sat there listlessly, hoping that there would be more customers today, but unfortunately...it is a snowy day, and no one wants to make a special trip during this time.

The clerk dozed off there with his arms propped up, thinking that he would be able to drink the broth made by his wife when he returned home at night.

"That's it, the latest..." As soon as he entered the door, Black pointed to the latest Firebolt model and said, "Give me one, speed up the production, and try to produce the finished product on Christmas Day, and I'll give it away."

"Oh? Really?" The man's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be able to go home with more salary at Christmas.

"Yes yes!" he said impatiently, "but only if you can speed up the production...and send it to Hogwarts on Christmas Day..."

Of course he knew about Harry Potter being attacked by a dementor. To be precise, the dementor was attracted by Black. He was very guilty, but he didn't know what to make up for.

'Didn't he like Quidditch?Why don't you give me the strongest broom now...' Black thought.

"No problem! But the price... will be a little too much." The clerk rubbed his hands and let out a cloud of white air, "You know, goblins are always so greedy, and they will strike if they don't meet the requirements..."

"These are nothing!!" He poured Gallon on the glass counter.

"Wuhu~ Then there is no problem at all, who is the recipient?"

"Harry...Harry Potter..."

"Ah, the famous savior!" The clerk thought he was a die-hard fan, or the kind who was willing to spend a lot of money, "Then your name..."

"Secret," Black said sullenly, "I don't want him to know..."

"Aha! I understand!!"

Blake:? ?What do you understand? ?

"Don't worry, our after-sales service is top-notch." He couldn't wait to put the gold Galleons that Black had piled on the table into the storage box, and after finding some change, Black left in a hurry with nothing to buy.

The streets were very deserted, and the entire Diagon Alley was painted white.

Black came out this time because most of the professors at Hogwarts had gone home. He was picking up the change in his pocket and didn't know what to do. After coming out of Azkaban, he felt a kind of dazed...

That confusion surrounded him like a curse.

"How about... go back?" He couldn't wait to see the smile on Harry's face, and heard them introduce that this is an international standard broomstick, the latest model...

He walked casually on the street, turning around from time to time.

Take a deep breath through your nose, it's not just the coldness of winter and the moisture of snowflakes, it's more of 'freedom', and those footprints printed on the snow are the proof of 'freedom'.

Air!snowflake!The holly wreaths...and the singing from the Leaky Cauldron.

The voices of a group of drunkards were uneven, and the smell of alcohol and meat came out. Black swallowed, but he could only shrink back and walk away. It would be bad if he was recognized...

Black turned into a black dog again, looking for the secret passage leading to Hogwarts.

It's not too late now, if there is time, Black will probably be able to catch up with Smaug's meal, maybe even a barbecue?Smaug's character is not too bad compared to other dragons.

Turning into a black dog, he showed weakness a little bit, and he could get some barbecue, which was enough to fill his stomach.

'Peter...how long can you hide...' Blake is in no rush, he'll keep consuming it, even if it's like a real underdog, as long as it gives him another look...

Give him another look at Harry's face and eyes.

Blake went back and forth between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, no one would pay attention to a black wild dog, he lowered his head, thinking about the scene of Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor, his heart was like It was like being pinched suddenly.

Can't breathe...even though the first time he saw him was on the bus before school started.

But the excitement is the same!If there were no dementors... Thinking of this, Black whimpered in embarrassment and frustration. He almost killed the students on the Quidditch pitch...

He knew he would be smelled by the dementors, but he just wanted to take a look...a look at Harry's figure flying in the air.

.........

"Mommy!!" (Mario voice)

Early on Christmas morning, Ron was lying beside Harry's bed, screaming piously, what did he see?The latest international competition grade Firebolt! !It was a grade higher than Harry's original Firebolt.

"Don't tell us, you just bought a new one." Neville felt his chest hurt a little, "Harry...you can't waste your money."

"I don't know!" Harry turned over and fumbled for the glasses on the bedside in the semi-darkness, "Ron, help me get some passion fruit cake and nut candy that you baked at home, I will starving"

The Firebolt made Ron and Neville gasp. They only had a picture in the Quidditch recommendation book, and they dared not soil it with their dirty food-stained hands.

So I can only touch its flexible and smooth birch branches with my eyes.

"Is it Headmaster Dumbledore? He even gave you an Invisibility Cloak last year..."

"How is it possible? The Invisibility Cloak originally belonged to my father, and he just passed it on to me. Which professor would give such a gift to a student?" Harry yawned, "Anyway, it's not Dursley."

In any case, the Dursleys had nothing to do with any presents.

Who would spend so much money for him?Harry didn't understand either, and of all the people he knew it was impossible...Professor Lupine?Don't joke, the only clothes he has are tattered.

Harry even wanted to give Lupine some new clothes if he allowed it.

"Cyrus gave me the latest copy of "Transfiguration and the Use of Revitalizing Spells". Neville is the method of making specimens..." Ron unpacked excitedly, "You have too...Damn it! It's " Potion Encyclopedia!"!"

"Very well, it seems that Cyrus doesn't want me to be poisoned by Snape one day..."

Harry understood, obviously, Cyrus, like him, was the one who was threatened with poison several times by Snape, they were a united front.

(Try to restore the state of the third watch, there is still a chapter in the code)