The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

There was only one old Bat class on Wednesday morning, and before class started at 10:30, Cyrus said hello to his friends and headed to Ravenclaw Tower.

The weather was in spring, approaching summer, and it was much clearer than before. Because of the end of Black's incident, the guard statues on both sides of the corridor continued to serve as decorations. The morning wind outside the window seemed to be running around Hogwarts.

The outer side of the Ravenclaw tower is a hollow window carved with patterns. Cyrus saw people along the way, but the Ravenclaws are used to it.

In their view, Cyrus is a Ravenclaw living in Hufflepuff... Of course, Hermione deserves the most credit.

"What is human nature?"

"Human nature is specific, and is influenced by a person's own class and experience, not inherently good or evil..." Cyrus tapped the eagle-headed door knocker lightly, "Open the door quickly, breakfast is getting cold soon"

"Hmm... what do you mean by 'class sex'?" the door knocker asked him suspiciously.

"I'll tell you a way, you can deliberately use this question to trap others later on." Cyrus looked back and told it in a low voice after confirming that there was no one there.

"It makes sense... since you answered, you go in first"

The door knocker only approves the last sentence for the time being, but if Cyrus' answer is also correct, then it will be automatically included in the answer library, so that he can continue to dissect new questions from the answer.

Cyrus silently apologized in his heart for the next kitty who entered the door, and added to the door knocker: "Don't say I said it..."

Cyrus has come to this tower many times, but every time, there will be different harvests. There is a little ivy on the outer wall of the tower, and it climbs up a little bit along the wall.

It only takes two or three years to climb up.

Probably because of the good weather, all the arched windows in the room were open against the warm wind in the golden shining morning. These half-open windows were even more dazzling under the blue sky outside, very similar to Ravenclaw's. collocation.

A gust of wind blew through the room, blowing the tulle curtains in from one end, blowing towards the starry sky decoration on the ceiling, and then gently brushing the dark blue carpet, like the wind across the sea.

The only thing still in the lounge of the tower was the couch in front of the arched window, on which lay a young girl reclined, wearing a light blue shirt with her school gown draped over her body.

As if lying on a floating hot air balloon, Cyrus listened to the scraping of the curtains and the bells on the desk in front of the fireplace, until Cyrus walked over with breakfast, and Hermione slowly descended to the ground.

"Harry looks preoccupied, probably Lupine has slowly told him the matter"

Cyrus sat down next to her, and that's when the girl, Hermione, slowly opened her eyes and tried to straighten up, leaning forward slightly and giving a lovely snort.

"You care more than Sirius Black..."

Then she took the sandwiches and snacks that Cyrus had made with one hand, took his hand with the other hand, looked up at him, it seemed that in this world, except her parents, no one could make her open her eyes I'm even more happy to see you.

There was some fatigue and laziness in her voice, and the sound of mumbling made Cyrus move closer to her.

"Is there? I just helped him a bit, that's all"

"Ha~ Are you sure it's not because you saw your past self?" Hermione pointed at his finger, "For example, when I was a child... no one paid attention to him, no one talked to him, but you are lucky, you meet I'm here~"

"Are you sure you didn't get it wrong? But I'm sure of one thing in common: Harry and I were both bullied..."

Harry was bullied by Dudley as a child, including the group of people he called his 'fat pig friends', and Cyrus was bullied by Hermione as a child...especially after she learned to box.

This made Cyrus feel a little regretful...but after getting used to it, he felt a little...happy? ?

Of course, he firmly believed that he was only happy because of 'Hermione's change', rather than suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.

"No, no, it's different... He was forced, but you were voluntary..." Hermione said triumphantly, raised her hand viciously, and pinched his face, indicating that this was her number one. Not much to brag about.

"It's as if you had other friends besides me when you were young," he muttered in a low voice.

Hermione didn't speak, just smiled at him, and all the meanings were in the gradually increasing strength of her hands pinching her face.

Cyrus was stunned, for a while, the morning sun shone tenderly on her face, making Hermione's lips and side face more red and glowing, her annoyed voice made him involuntarily move his face closer closer.

Time seemed to be slowed down by the Eye of Agamotto, every ray of light came in from the window and stayed on Hermione's face, reluctant to leave.

Cheerful!Hermione's mood was as happy as summer on a Florida beach.

Hearing a few rustling skirts behind her, Hermione immediately turned cold, sat upright, cleared her throat, and calmly greeted the teasing roommate.

"I didn't expect it to be easy this year?" He yawned.

"Although there are things like Sirius, it's still better than Voldemort in the first year and Basilisk in the second year..."

The two sighed, and leaned back in the chair with a little tiredness. The center of gravity was between the two of them, so that the shoulders leaned together. Hermione raised her head, and gradually looked at the starry sky above her head to calm down.

Knowing this, if it weren't for the risk of obscurity, Hermione might not bother to go to the magic school.

She would rather go to the same high school as Cyrus, and then go to an ordinary university, such as Oxford, Cambridge, etc... and finally travel around the world with the copyright and manuscript fees of the novel?

But now, I can't go back, no, to be precise, I can't go back to that kind of stable and quiet life.

"Voldemort... If you want to rest in the future, you can live in a remote place in the future, and you don't need a portkey to transmit magic anyway," Cyrus suggested, "like Kama Taj..."

Karma Taj is indeed quiet.

"First of all, it's not 'I', it should be 'we'... If you want to get rid of me in the future, you won't know the consequences; second...Where is Kama Taj?" Hermione protested Waving his little fist.

"Ah~ I forgot, it's almost a small village in Kathmandu that has nothing to do with the world."

"Well, at least we have our retirement accommodation now..." Hermione curled her lips and said disapprovingly, "but what's more important now is the final exam in two months!"

Exam week?what is that?Cyrus had always thought that wizarding exams were nothing more than using the spells learned.

Hermione also agreed with this, so she dragged her boyfriend whom she had raised and rolled towards the seniors. Even Ravenclaw's Cho Chang and Penello felt a little pain.

But they, being Ravenclaws, resisted... until their theory of the spell was published.

As a result, the resistance of the senior Ravenclaw seniors was instantly broken, and the defense was breached, which seemed to have only a symbolic meaning, which made Hufflepuff next door a joke.

Hufflepuff: Volume?We don't care, just pass the exam!

"Very good, there's still half an hour left for class, if we're a second late we'll all be screwed" Cyrus wiped the debris from the corner of her mouth with a tissue, and Hermione put her head on it cooperatively.

Hermione half-jokingly said: "I thought you wouldn't waste the food... Also, I can guarantee that the two of us will be late together, and you will be the only one unlucky"

She could even guess what Professor Snape would say, so she crossed her hips, lowered her face, and gave Cyrus a cold look.

"Oh~Mr. Cyrus~ What happened today that caused you to be late? Let me guess...Which dean needs your help, or is it the principal's request?" She imitated arrogantly professor.

His tone was cold, and his expression was disgusted with a trace of disgust, but no matter how Professor Granger performed, Cyrus did not have the slightest disturbance... could not raise the slightest disgust.

Well... In fact, he seemed a little excited about Hermione like this? ?

(Hermione: ??w??? a little weird, but acceptable)

"Professor Granger, didn't I bring you breakfast this morning?"

Cyrus approached him with a playful smile, but it seemed that it was just a trap for Hermione. Her lovely face showed an indistinguishable disgust, but she didn't immediately push him away.

He just pushed and shoved lightly, then bit his ear and said, "Then I'll punish you to study potion knowledge after class."

"Excuse me, are you going to the office for tutoring?" He blinked cleverly.

"Otherwise? Who else do you think is the best at making potions?" She stood up and put on her school uniform. The white short cotton socks were just pulled up to her ankles, half-covered. When she walked, the streamlined calf muscles were even more beautiful .

When the two of them had just walked out of the lounge and were about to go to the potions classroom in the basement, the eagle head knocker greeted Hermione loudly, and it was hard not to make Cyrus wonder if it was intentional.

"Hey! Chips!"

"What?" Hermione thought she had misheard.

"Oh~ last time I asked him what the meaning of life was, he said it was 'go to the pier to order French fries', but he mentioned you again" Yinghuan said to himself, and drew Hermione and French fries equal sign.

"Don't listen to its nonsense, I fell asleep at the door that day..." Cyrus pulled the proud girl.

"So the meaning of your life is French fries or me?" Hermione blushed like the sunset on the sea, "Well... at least for me, the answer is correct..."

Cyrus was ashamed to stay here any longer, and he swore that he would never doze off in front of any intelligent object again.

... (Whining Time)

(PS: Thank you angel readers for your rewards and support, I am really grateful, this book can be completed, you have half of the credit)

Why!Why do I have to live in a pressure cooker!Fox used to watch Mao Xuan, and his family members would taunt him and say, "That's it? I used to be able to recite it~"

please!You could recite Mao Xuan back then, and now I live in Peiping! !Graduated directly into the unit.

To be honest, in the eyes of some people, there are only two types of people: one is the system or establishment personnel, and the other is the disgrace in the family.

Let me tell you a joke, almost no one can find a job after graduation from the same school as me. Six out of ten of my friends can’t find a job, and the remaining two are related households; the other two have become social animals, exhausted. , earned about the same as me.

Fox is here to say something from his heart, I never want book friends to tip too much, for things like money, it is enough for me to guarantee a stable income every month, and I am really not greedy for too much.

Fox has been hit for everything since he was a child, and then he has no confidence to continue. It is the confidence given by the readers. Fox knows every reader who leaves a message and rewards.