The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The chairs in the divination classroom were all cushions and pillows, and low-legged tables. As soon as Trelawney left Hermione, she put down her teacup, leaned over and rested on Cyrus' shoulder.

From time to time, I stick out my pink tongue, because the tea is too astringent.

"I asked you if you add honey..." Cyrus said gloatingly, "Did you think it was the black tea at home?"

"Who knew tea divination has nothing to do with tea!"

She originally thought that in the process of tea divination, there must be specific tea leaves and rituals, so she rejected Cyrus' honey candy.

Hermione immediately stopped writing the quill on the parchment, and when the professor walked away, she put one hand on her chin and pulled on his necklace with the other.

Twice viciously, Cyrus bowed his head helplessly following the force.

From the eyes of the others, Hermione seemed to be pulling the chain, pulling Cyrus' head closer to her.

"Hermione! The professor is here." Cyrus wriggled on the cushion as if covered with lice, and moved the cushion and pillow to Hermione's side, so that he didn't have to lean over deliberately.

"Stop pretending... Cyrus, you obviously like it very much" Hermione said with some joy, with the corners of her mouth raised.

"Cough... what do we have for lunch?" He didn't refute, but just changed the subject, "Or we can talk about your favorite divination in detail, such as... what did you just see?"

Hermione seldom deserted during class, but Divination class was different. After all, Trelawney herself didn't care much, she just needed to make sure wizards knew some basic divination skills.

And she had already taken the initiative to contact Cyrus, so her attention quickly shifted to him.

"You should ask this: shall we go to the Hufflepuff table or the Ravenclaw table at noon, or... to the Ravenclaw lounge?" Hermione thought for a while, then added, "If we can If you catch up with Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"I have a suggestion, and it's much better than the others"

"Yes, let me refer to it." Hermione loosened his necklace and slid it off his neck. Her expression was like a girl in oil painting half lying on the sofa resting.

Elegant, with a touch of laziness and leisure.

"The school kitchen!" Cyrus glanced back at the others before continuing to whisper, "You can't go to my common room, but you can go to Hufflepuff's kitchen..."

"It's the Hogwarts kitchen," she corrected.

"No, no, dear, it's Hufflepuff's kitchen, because it's the closest to us"

Kitchen - the little badger's food storage place.

Hermione stared at him for a while, Cyrus' blue eyes seemed to be brighter than the crystal ball on the table, she could see her reflection reflected in it... God, he is just like the Force Excited her.

"That's a good choice..." Hermione's glazed eyes were drawn back.

"So have you made up your mind? Are you interested in studying with me for a while during the vacation?" Trelawney suddenly came in between them behind them, "Miss Granger, your divination talent is comparable to transfiguration be taller"

Trelawney wanted to poach McGonagall and Flitwick's corner.

Who made McGonagall dislike her every day?Rather than bickering with her, Trelawney wanted to poach Hermione. As for Cyrus...he had made it clear that he didn't want to learn divination.

Not to mention the kind of advanced study away from the crowd.

"Actually, you just need to wait for a while on vacation, and you will know how easy it is to cultivate your third eye"

"Thanks professor, but we have other things to do during the holidays!" Cyrus entered fantasy time, "but we might try it later..."

Like...two people build a wooden house by the beach away from the crowd?

Although the two clearly rejected her unrealistic proposal, Trelawney was not discouraged. She had to win McGonagall once!So he shook his head and left with other thoughts.

She was thinking about whether there was a way to abduct Hermione, and she was also very interested in what Hermione called 'foreseeing the future'.

You must know that fate is not an established fact. What the prophet sees is just a possibility to guide people's thinking, and finally let 'people' achieve the effect of making the prediction come true.

"This is a wizard who has a chance to surpass the Prophet..." Trelawney clasped the expensive crystal ball with his hands, and tapped the crystal surface with his fingers.

"It's unbelievable that she would value you so much?" Cyrus finished his honey tea and turned it upside down. He remembered Trelawney's attitude towards 'Granger' in the first divination class.

Obviously, not every Hermione Granger is good at divination and prophecy.

"It's all thanks to the Force~"

After class, Hermione slowly packed the books and arithmetic and divination homework on the desk. The moment she opened the schoolbag, Cyrus glanced inside, but didn't see what he wanted to see.

The inside is clean and tidy, and today's course books are clearly arranged, but the old little notebook is missing.

Hermione noticed his eyes, and the eyes became slits with a smile, and said, "You don't need to look for it, dear...I put it in the house, and you will never see it again"

"Impossible~ I was almost with you during the holidays"

"But what about the Christmas nights?" Hermione poked his dimple with her index finger, and then rushed out with her schoolbag on her back. At the same time, she also hid the photo album in the living room and the diary in her bedroom.

Cyrus was obviously a little disappointed, after all, he hadn't finished watching it yet.

What if... what if he could still find something about Hermione's weakness in it?Thinking about it, Cyrus' eyes drifted to Hermione's scarf, as if his eyes had already penetrated the clothes.

"Naughty dog!" Hermione raised her eyebrows and threatened him, "You're the next one!"

"No! Granger...this is not a crime from the bottom! This is a revolution!!" Cyrus mustered up his courage and said seriously, "This is a riot from the bottom up, a movement to overthrow the old dynasty... .”

"Then do you still want to eat imported sugar?" Hermione imposed an economic suppression on this.

"Of course~ I mean, no matter how it changes, it won't have any impact on Lord Hermione's status." He said flatteringly, straightening the shawl for his girlfriend respectfully.

Poor Cyrus, the flames of the revolution were snuffed out by Queen Ravenclaw in the early days.

"Very good~ but I hope those flames of yours can be snuffed out here." Hermione threw her head back, walked out of the corridor like a victorious general, and then jumped straight down from the moving stairs.

The portrait of a woman in a skirt next to her seemed to be used to it, without any expression of surprise or panic.

Cyrus led her through a pile of huge wooden barrels, walked up to the portrait of fruit, and opened the secret door. Hermione was stunned by his skillful movements, and he didn't hesitate at all. Even the house elves inside seemed to be used to it. up.

"Bob, Kevin, Stuart...Mark, Phil..." Cyrus seemed to remember everyone's name.

"How long have you been here behind my back?!"

Every house elf looks similar, almost all of them have protruding round eyes and pointed ears, and they look like a grunt. The elves who were called by their names showed joyful and moved expressions.

They scrambled to clear one of the tables.

"It's not behind your back...I just come out for supper occasionally, by the way, when you were in the infirmary in the second grade, it was Stuart who did it." Cyrus skillfully hooked the elf in the old shabby suit .

The dress looked as if it had been sewn with black tea cloth.

"It should be... We are honored to serve you," it said in a high-pitched voice.

Seeing the flattered look of the elves, Hermione shrugged her nose. They were not used to being served by a group of people, so it was good to let them put down their food. But Stuart seemed to think of something, and turned to Bob and said:

"You do it quickly"

Bob was a little clumsy, scratching his head in doubt, and asked, "Do...what?"

"Strawberry frost pudding, idiot... idiot!!" Stuart slapped Bob across the head.

Hermione and Cyrus were sitting side by side, so they lowered their heads and spoke softly, only the other could hear them. When Hermione raised her head, she could see their busy figures, using magic to move their bodies several times larger than their bodies. object.

The two were no strangers to house-elves, with Harry talking about Dobby in club chats.

'People treat these house-elves like vermin' is what Harry knows about this part, Dobby told him.

"You don't need to pay too much attention to this, in this matter, Hogwarts is considered to be ahead." Cyrus waved his hand and thanked Bob for the dessert.

"Because of Professor Dumbledore?"

In the wizarding world, house elves are not allowed to use magic at will, they must get permission from their masters, and because of Dumbledore's improvement, they can at least use magic to do chores independently.

No need to do it yourself like those out there.

And the treatment is much better, you don't have to worry about being beaten the next moment, not having enough to eat or being cold to death.

The interior of the kitchen was similar to that of the auditorium. The elves only needed to snap their fingers to send the food on the corresponding four college tables to the auditorium, and they did not bother the two of them.

Since Cyrus looked kind and remembered names, the food for the two of them was almost always their favorite.

"Well... I do think so" Hermione knew what he meant, so she didn't rush to express her thoughts, "Cyrus, I'm just not used to it...they're like slaves..."

When Hermione spoke, she pressed it against Cyrus' ear, and said in a low voice almost in a way of 'biting her ear'.

No rewards, no salary, just to serve the wizard or master will be ecstatic, Hermione living in modern society can't stand this kind of unfair treatment.

"Don't tell me, you brought me here on purpose today!" Hermione stared, wiping off the grease from her fingers.

"Why? Conscience, I just saw that you haven't eaten dessert for a long time." Cyrus resisted slightly with force, and twisted to the side, "Queen, you know me, I never do this kind of thing ..."

"That's a bad intention!"

While talking, Hermione rubbed her stomach, and took a bite of the pudding viciously, not to mention... Hogwarts' elf chef is really powerful.

"You mean getting fat?" He winked playfully.

"Why... why don't you gain weight after eating supper every night!" Hermione pinched his face angrily.

"Sorry... I really can't eat fat"

"Very good ~ go to the Dueling Club tonight..." Hermione put away her smiling face when she heard these words, her cold voice was like the verdict of the court, which made Cyrus tremble, and there was a fire in her heart.

The name of fire is 'jealousy'.

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(Cold knowledge: The Russian translation of SPEW founded by Hermione is called "House-Elf Restoration of Independent Citizens Association", this 'independent citizen' is very intriguing...

A possible source of inspiration for the house-elves are the elves of French folklore:

Will assist the farm family with work that the human servants do not do during the day.If the master of the house asks them to replace their worn out clothes with new ones, they will leave forever)