The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the two days after Christmas, Hermione would almost always sneak out of bed and run to the living room to pick up the phone.

But when she dialed the phone, she froze again. After dialing half of the number, she covered the phone again. Her little feet in plush slippers knocked on the wooden floor impatiently, and then picked it up again...

Repeating the movement back and forth several times, Hermione looked through the darkness at the former storage room on the first floor, and finally crawled back into her bed with her mouth pursed.

But Smaug was happiest when Cyrus was away, because:

It can occupy a bed for one person!You can roll any way you want! !

On the third night, Hermione returned to the bedroom on the second floor after having dinner. Stitch and Crookshanks watched TV with Mrs. Granger in the living room, while Mr. Granger was washing the dishes.

She was sitting on the bed, practicing force meditation.

"Bang!" A snowball hit her glass window.

Which brat is making trouble with snowballs?Hermione opened her eyes, and ran over excitedly to check. It was the familiar Force induction. She saw Cyrus wearing a white padded jacket that blended in with the environment and a red scarf.

Cyrus was standing in the yard of her house, holding several signs with words written on them.

'Merry Chrismas!Sorry for not being with you this year...'

He said so on the first board, then revealed a second and third white board, and Cyrus saw the shaggy head behind the second-floor window.

'I heard that the museum has a new visitor, and I want to invite you to come with me'

'You can see it as a date, but whatever I mean'

'I want to do anything with you'

But Hermione didn't say anything, she just turned her head and left the window. When Cyrus was a little disappointed, she came to the window again after a while. It turned out that Hermione was going to get the paper and pen.

She wrote: 'Is this the first date you've proposed? '

Cyrus scratched his head, stood in the snow and thought for a while, then tapped the whiteboard with his wand, the writing on it was like flowing ink.

Connected, separated, and connected again to form new words:

'certainly'

Hermione: 'Wait for me 5 minutes'

Maybe the girl's 5 minutes is just an inaccurate concept of time, but because Cyrus was still waiting for her in the heavy snow, Hermione simply put on a down jacket outside and lifted the window up.

He jumped down and landed on one knee.

Hmm... perfect heroic entrance.

She was suffocating at home, and maybe the Sorting Hat was right, maybe there was a part of Gryffindor potential in Hermione, and the main thing was that she wanted to play with Cyrus too.

Whatever it is.

The two secretly glanced back, and after confirming that the Grangers hadn't found anything, they quickly climbed over the wooden fence and slid out of the community on the smooth icy road.

"Mrs. Granger won't find out?"

"Don't worry, I said I'll go back to my room to study after dinner, she should think I'm asleep now" Hermione said 'OK'.

There were already no pedestrians on the street, and it wasn't long before I occasionally saw a passing knight bus, and street lights every three or four meters illuminated the dark street.

"Where's Mr. Klein? Has your memory recovered..." Hermione was worried about her father... ah!Worried about his father.

"Good news, his memory is slowly recovering, the level of the Ministry of Magic's amnestics is too poor; bad news... the recovery process may take a year to get used to slowly..."

Those restored memories seemed to be forced into his brain, but Annie Klein refused the help of others. He firmly believed that he could accept all of this: including the fact that Annie Avril was not around.

This makes his mental state look a little abnormal.

But...how could he care?His job, after all, is to tour a museum that comes to life every night.

Snowflakes fell on her matted chestnut curly hair, but they did not melt immediately, but accumulated outside the pile of hair. Those chocolate-colored eyes were especially alluring in the snow, and she faded away when she was alone with Cyrus. cool appearance.

The down jacket made Hermione a little cute, like... as described in words in a fairy tale book.

Her left hand is the Hanging Ring, and her right hand is wearing the engraved Ring of Fire. The two entered the museum through the portal. After stepping through the portal, the temperature immediately warmed up. Cyrus helped her pat the snowflakes on her hair.

"Wow, wow, this is not a place for couples to date." A soldier who looked quite young, with a thin face and a saber handle on his waist with his right hand at any time, was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Napoleon! Are you jealous??"

"Jealous...jealous? Are you referring to the jealousy of Europe that was almost crushed by me? Then I should really be jealous of the United States now..." Napoleon retorted domineeringly, "After all, I just scared you back then, not You become little followers"

To the point, to the point.

If King Arthur hadn't stopped him, Churchill would have gone up on crutches to single out.

"You dwarf! You lost the Battle of Trafalgar!"

The British naval battle established a century-long maritime supremacy.

"You Grosporc (dead fat)~" he said slowly to Cyrus and Hermione who just arrived, "by the way, my height is normal...don't be fooled by the idiots now"

John on the round table almost buried his head, because Churchill was about to grab his ear and growl.

"You! Damn! Why! Pull this dwarf in!!"

Obviously, the consul of the French First Republic and the emperor of the French Empire is the new guest of the museum, and temporarily replaced Merlin's position, becoming another deadly enemy of Churchill.

And John stood up with an embarrassing face, trotted all the way with a flashlight, slipped the notebook into Hermione's hand, and slipped away.

He would rather talk to Attila than be scolded by the former British Prime Minister.

"Are you the one who will succeed him? It's still the same sentence, fight!" Napoleon leaned against the round table, carrying on the topic just now with some arrogance, "If this happened in France, those wizards don't even want to have good juice."

The topic was the bombing that John was talking about. The eyes of Roosevelt and Big Brother were shining, as if they were judging the combat effectiveness between wizards and Muggles.

Hermione looked much more excited, this is the strongest man in France, almost no one in Europe does not know his reputation.

'The Force is with me...that's great!Unexpectedly, Prime Minister John invited this great god over? ! '

'Maybe he's trying to get all the famous people in the common man? Cyrus complained to the Prime Minister, "He will invite Nikola Tesla and others over in the future, wouldn't the wizard have to fight?" '

It's over, the gold plaque is understood by John Mayley.

"So you two rookies... what insights do you have?"

Napoleon didn't really look down on these two young children. He was appointed commander-in-chief of the Italian Front of the French Republic when he was 27 years old.

He just wanted to hear different voices.

"Ahem... Me?" Hermione was a little embarrassed, but everyone around her didn't object.

Anyway, they are all sitting at the same table, so there is nothing to say...

It feels like a historical idol suddenly pulls you to a meeting in a dream, and then tells you seriously: We need to hear your opinion.

"I don't think the Ministry of Magic at this stage can be saved if there is no change in the future, and there is a subconscious preference for bloodlines... It must be overthrown and started all over again"

Under Cyrus' arrangement, Hermione nervously expressed her superficial views.

"Hmm... is she really your girlfriend?" Napoleon leaned closer to Cyrus and asked in a low voice in French English.

"Yes"

“Nice, very French”

(Churchill: Do you mean the spirit of the French surrender?

Napoleon Bonaparte: Back then, in any land battle, you would be done if I bombarded you with artillery

Churchill: But France surrendered.

Napoleon: World War I France can not milk!

Churchill: France is a sissy now.

Napoleon: Let's talk more about France in World War II. )