The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The two of them had nothing else to do in the second half of the semester, so apart from Professor Flitwick's duel training, Hermione devoted the rest of her energy to Potions.

But Cyrus also has astronomy and transfiguration, plus Snape's poisonous tongue, if not for Hermione's insistence, he would never want to enter the old bat's office.

Even Harry Potter had to marvel.

"A vice-chairman is a vice-chairman after all, and he can always easily do things that we Gryffindors dare not do."

There was an astronomy class late on Thursday night, so Cyrus woke up dizzy the next day, his eyes almost drooping, and he floated up to the Ravenclaw tower while leaning against the wall.

He didn't even know where he was, he just followed his feeling habitually.

"I'm dying of laughter, Malfoy's group is still trying to squeeze us out with little things that are less than a year old..." Hermione's roommate Lisa took out a box of small stone statues and placed them on the dressing table.

Hermione was facing the mirror, applying lipstick. This time it was green apple flavored, and the other two were lemon and strawberry. At this time, she had just woken up, her hair was disheveled, and she flicked down the small sculpture dressed as a wizard in disgust.

Although it looks exquisite, it has no connotation.

Cyrus and Hermione's chess pieces even have their own stories behind them. These are not only achieved by poor imitation technology, but irreplaceable.

"Don't come to disgust me in the morning...I don't want to spit it out when I have breakfast with my sister." Padma nodded on her forehead, leaving a light red mark.

"Forget it...I don't want to comb my hair anymore, it's so troublesome." Hermione threw down the comb in despair.

"Be careful that Cyrus hates you"

"He dares!" Hermione's serious expression was like Crookshanks caught Cyrus's eyes when he was secretly looking at the potion operation, "Besides, it's not that I don't dress up..."

She just wanted to leave the honored gift of 'combing her hair' to Cyrus, and she definitely didn't want to be lazy!

"Ah~ yes, yes, yes, Xiao En has a boyfriend, so of course you don't need to do this kind of thing yourself." Mandy sat up slowly from the bed, but still wrapped her body in a quilt. The weather was so cold that she even wanted to skip class. ..

"Be careful to fail!" Hermione glared at her angrily.

When Hermione went out today, she didn't wear a scarf, but just put on a shawl knitted by her mother. Anyway, with Cyrus, she could wrap it up together during class. The school robe was covered with a thick windbreaker.

The hem of the clothes could reach below her knees, Hermione stomped her feet, and as soon as she opened the door to the lounge, something soft fell on Hermione's lap.

"Well...?"

Hermione looked down, only to realize that the ball of golden hair curled up was Cyrus, and she thought Crookshanks had run out again.

It turned out that Cyrus touched the tower in a blur, but he couldn't answer the eagle-headed door knocker because of the drowsiness, so he simply put it to pieces, tied up his scarf, shrugged his shoulders with his hands in his pockets, and fell asleep leaning against the door.

"What is the meaning of life?" The door knocker was a little anxious, even if Cyrus could say something casually.

"Order fries...chips...burgers...Hermione..."

"Brother, can you just name one?" Anyway, they have harmed each other for so long, and they have also harmed other Ravenclaws together. It is fine to make any philosophical point. Isn't it warm in the lounge?

"Go ahead Hermione... hehe..."

The eagle-head door knocker could only close his eyes helplessly, pretending that nothing happened.

Hermione knelt down to wake him up, but Cyrus just fell into her arms. As soon as the girl's warm hand got into the scarf, he rubbed against it like a cat, tilted his head, and rested on her. palm.

It's like Crookshanks knocked out by knocking peppermint.

Hermione rubbed his face, which woke Cyrus up. There was a hint of teasing and teasing in her eyes. Cyrus opened his eyes in a daze, and found that Hermione was looking at him with a smile.

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Did you just find out what happened?"

Cyrus nodded blankly, but then shook his head in denial, so Hermione moved his position, causing him to fall completely backward due to the imbalance of his center of gravity, but Hermione caught him.

"You just fell on someone's lap..."

"Impossible!" Cyrus hesitated and denied.

"You fell asleep, of course it is impossible to know, you fell on top of the first person who just went out just now." Hermione pointed to the place where he leaned against, and said sadly, "I took it over... "

"No way... absolutely impossible!" Cyrus repeated several times, and said with certainty, "Hermione~ I said I could smell it"

What a joke, he has been lying in Hermione's arms for many years, and he can't go wrong with his eyes closed, so he gently rubbed the back of his head against Hermione's chest, and the ends of his hair falling into the scarf made him a little itchy.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" Hermione patted his forehead, stopping Cyrus.

The blushing face didn't know whether it was shyness or anger, or maybe he didn't choose the place where he dawdled... So Hermione dragged him up, but Cyrus turned around and hugged him like a koala she.

"Two o'clock?" Cyrus was a little uncertain, because last night's astronomy class was too obsessed.

"Do you know what class you have this morning?"

Hermione didn't push him away either, but turned around and leaned against the stone railing beside the steps of the tower. The tight cotton velvet slacks well outlined the shape of her upper legs, and her slightly bent legs pressed against his abdomen superior.

She smiled softly, revealing her snow-white but somewhat large front teeth.

It seems that it doesn't matter whether you comb your hair or not, Cyrus doesn't care anyway... The cool wind blows, which wakes Cyrus up a lot.

"Let me see... rune studies are followed by... shit! Snape's Potions class!!"

Thinking of that noon, Cyrus' teeth couldn't help chattering, as if the coldness in the basement was more clammy than the morning breeze. Hermione sat comfortably, but it was hard for him.

After busy work, there are occasional ridicule:

'Cyrus, it's so slow to cut herbs, and it's the same to draw a wand during a duel? '

"Haha...It seems that Mr. Cyrus' talents are all focused on duels, spells, and transfiguration. There is no difference between potions and trolls..."

'Miss Granger... you are with him, you are not pity him, are you?After all, I can understand that when a person faces a fool, his pity will always be overflowing'

"Can I sit in the back row for this Potions class?" Cyrus begged God for mercy, "I'm so sleepy..."

"It can't...it's still the first row, I want to see the blackboard"

Obviously, God did not respond to Cyrus' prayers, and calmly kicked him, and dropped Hermione Granger on top of him by the way.

But despite this, Cyrus accidentally fell asleep during the first session of Ancient Runes Research. He and Hermione were sitting next to the wall, while Cyrus was sitting on the innermost side, and the scarf was covered by Hermione. Open it and wrap it around their necks.

And so Cyrus fell into a drowsy sleep.

Bathsheda Bablin sighed, but didn't say anything, because Aurora, professor of astronomy, went back to the staff room to put things away very late yesterday. It was past one o'clock, and only she and Cyrus were still observing planet.

Although she tacitly allowed Cyrus to take a break, but...can you stop giving sugar during class! !

Because of the scarf, the two were already close, and when Cyrus was napping, he didn't lower his head to fish like ordinary people, but leaned directly on Hermione's shoulder.

From time to time, I still have to rub twice.

Whenever Cyrus caressed her, Hermione couldn't help shivering, and the half of her body that was leaning on him became numb. After seeing Professor Bathsheda's cannibalistic eyes, she quickly woke him up. .

Cyrus wiped his saliva habitually, this time he annoyed two people at once.

So Cyrus regained his energy at the cost of writing one more paper than others in the study of ancient runes. At least he could guarantee that Snape would not sleep in Potions class.

To put it bluntly, he just didn't dare to sleep, maybe what would happen in the next second?

It's not as simple as deducting points...

"Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow... Cyrus is going to train with Dean Flitwick on Saturday." While going downstairs, Cyrus heard Harry and Cedric discussing in the hallway.

Ron beside him looked restless, looking around furtively.

"Exactly! I have two Firebolts now, and when the time comes for the competition, you and I will each have one."

Harry made an appointment for Sunday's friendly match, he casually talked about the Firebolt, he didn't seem to care, his heart was full of regrets for that match, which made Cedric's face crooked with jealousy...

Why didn't anyone send him a Firebolt? ?

"What's wrong?" Cyrus suddenly found Hermione looking at him.

"I'm thinking, should I buy a Firebolt..." Hermione thought seriously, "After all, your current Sweeping Seven Stars is no match for the Firebolt...or should we modify it?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in that kind of stuff, at worst I'll switch careers to hitters"

"Really don't need it? But I haven't given a decent gift yet..."

Cyrus gave her a tug, and the two passed undetected, saying: "You should say 'I haven't sent me expensive presents'...but if you do, I love it"

Like...that necklace?

Firebolt?That's just a necessity for the Quidditch game. If you really want to ride something into the sky, it's really not as good as the fire dragon Smaug.

At this moment, a paper sparrow flew over and landed safely on Cyrus' finger. Cyrus tapped the wand, and the bird unfolded into letter paper, with a burning phoenix printed on the cover.

"Phoenix Fawkes?!" Hermione recognized it. "It seems that Principal Dumbledore is looking for us."

"Probably found Blake..."

But the letter didn't explain the reason, it just asked Cyrus and Hermione to come to the office after dinner at night.