The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

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"Sister, they are also wizards..." Astoria frowned, and followed closely behind Daphne.

"But it is undeniable that our status is also a bit higher than theirs." Daphne grabbed her hand to prevent her sister from running around, as if to vent her dissatisfaction.

"Then you have no right to let me be friends with anyone!"

"If you're talking about that crazy girl in Ravenclaw...I just don't want you to be like her every day, crazy, and then get a bunch of Muggle wizards!"

"Why?! What's the difference..." Astoria's eyes were a little red, she hated her sister scolding herself like her father.

Malfoy was silent, so that Daphne behind him couldn't see the expression on his face.

It wasn't until they walked out of the petrified corridor on the second floor that he said dully: "There's no need to bother, let them get some Muggle tricks. If you want me to say, they are exposing the magic world. ..”

"Should have been arrested and sent to Azkaban!" Pansy held his hand and responded indignantly.

But only Malfoy knew that they failed to stop Cyrus and Hermione from attacking, and even the long heritage of wizard chess failed to defeat their star destroyers and dwarves' cavalry.

The wizard chess of the Greengris family faced Cyrus's various and complex wizard chess, just like Leia's home planet Alderaan was as vulnerable as facing the Death Star.

His father Lucius said: Cyrus and Hermione's innovations in chess pieces were based on their novels published in the Muggle world.

This huge brand-new system cannot be imitated by all wizards with solidified thinking.

"Crazy tricks? But I heard...Professor Snape is very happy~" Mandy passing by covered her mouth and said in surprise, "Oh my god~ when your dean is teaching you, Shouldn't it be an old and worn out cauldron?"

Well, she was right, Snape used the traditional cauldron when teaching Gryffindors and Slytherins.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to hurt your self-esteem," Malfoy said viciously, "Better than that, you better manage yourselves! I heard that someone almost exposed the wizarding world last summer vacation."

"My boy... Did you hear it from your father again?"

Mandy is a typical Ravenclaw. When facing annoying people, she shows her sharp eagle beak without hesitation. Her sharp irony is the best claw to grab the poisonous snake.

She hated the 'aristocratic' manner of Slytherin, even if Malfoy was the only ancient nobleman, she hated it.

"How long can you be proud? I just hope you can survive graduation safely"

"Ha~ Lionhead...you and Malfoy are a perfect match!" Katie from Gryffindor rants directly, "Why don't you ask your - dear - Dean, see Does he not want to hurt someone's heart?"

The relationship between Pansy and Malfoy is not hidden. Many people have seen them holding hands on the lawn outside the castle, not to mention other intimate actions...

So Pansy got angry and reached for his pocket.

"Why bother? I said...don't bother with them" Draco pulled her back, he took a few deep breaths, and calmed down, "Let them be proud, just like Weasley's prank fireworks, but It's hilarious"

He seemed to have learned some of the calmness of his father, or maybe it was a lesson from this failure.

Draco was aloof, looking at Gryffindor as if watching a beggar. The other party was trying his best to win attention, just for that little money.

Just a tiny bit of money... not even a hair in the Malfoy family.

"Tsk tsk...how long can you guys survive?"

Katie Bell's brain full of motor nerves also understood what Professor Binns called the "spiritual victory method", so she suddenly burst out laughing.

It wasn't until Malfoy gritted his teeth and entered the auditorium, and sat back at the Slytherin table, that he realized... Excluding the seniors, at least half of the half-blood wizards from the first to fourth grades were not there,

It's not that they didn't come, but they didn't eat at their table at all. This kind of behavior is tantamount to betrayal.

"Damn..."

He seems to be complaining, and he seems to be scolding the group of Slytherins who don't understand, but sometimes it's like this, when people are blinded, they may be willing, but once they see the truth, they will make the right choice .

Daphne pointed to the blond Hufflepuff who was drinking butterbeer with Cedric.

"Sister, the burden of the Greengris family is on you and me... Do you want to play with the group of enemies who are trying to crush us? Do you really think so?"

"I don't see anything except that he looks a little handsome," Astoria said angrily, "and I have nothing to do!"

"No...you go in, how about going to find out some news for us?" Daphne thought of an idea, "At least let us know what his next plan is, so that we can have a corresponding solution."

"Do you know who the last time someone betrayed a friend? It was Peter Pettigrew...he's in Azkaban now"

Astoria took the newspaper dropped by the owl and pointed to the dejected bald man on it, disgusted by her sister's suggestion.

"No~ Astoria, you didn't betray that...um...crazy Ravenclaw" Draco couldn't think of a better adjective to describe Luna.

In fact, he wasn't even interested in that Quibbler, man!What kind of lunatic would seriously read that kind of newspaper?It is full of all kinds of nonsense news.

"Well, I won't stop you from playing with anyone, but at least...you have to make some contributions to the family, look at your clothes, the blood on your bones! My sister...you have to give something back What"

After hearing this, Astoria fell silent, lowered his head, and almost buried his face in the plate.

After dinner, the students in the auditorium left one after another. Hermione simply said "the library, the old place" and went ahead, so only Cyrus was left to deal with the dessert slowly.

After Hermione left, Cyrus sat in the corner, with hundreds of candles floating above his head, he rested his chin on the back of his hand, as if observing something.

Every member's face is full of joy, full of longing for the future, and excited because of ideals...

Three years finally brought wizards from the four colleges together. Hermione gave them a platform to communicate with each other, and now he and Hermione gave them an ideal to pursue together.

He had seen this scene many times in his dreams, but this time was different.

The difference is the group he's addressing, they're not the ones Cyrus has to deal with because of his duties.

Instead, they make their own choices. Those who voluntarily work with Cyrus and Hermione, every member who enters the study club has already made a choice. From the initial "knowledge needs" to the current "spiritual needs" .

So this time it was Cyrus' turn to make a choice...

'How about a compromise? 'He is always like this, he doesn't want to disappoint those who believe in him, but he doesn't want to give up his own pursuit.

But he found, it seems... This doesn't conflict with lying in Hermione's arms and eating soft food, doesn't it? !

'I'll cook the meal first, and then serve it to Hermione after the meal is done, won't I be able to have a reasonable meal in this way? ' Cyrus simply thought he was nothing short of a genius.

A 'Hufflepuff Eagle' indeed!

"Wow~ I thought your club had disbanded..."

When Cyrus left the auditorium, he accidentally bumped into Draco Malfoy who was about to leave, and the other party deliberately scratched the black gemstone ring on his right hand with his fingertips.

"Hmph... Your victory is like a Muggle thing, fragile~" Draco puffed out his chest and straightened up.

Cyrus observed him carefully, Draco's hair was in the same line as his father's, both golden and white, but the other party's complacent and reserved look had not been completely restrained, it seemed very deliberate.

Those sky blue eyes like Dumbledore's made Draco swallow his throat, he felt a little scared, and Draco could feel Pansy grabbing his hand a little harder.

When the blue gaze crossed Draco's shoulders and looked at Daphne standing behind the shoulders of Crabbe and Goyle, the other party frowned as if seeing some enemy.

He knew Daphne's sister, and seemed to have a good relationship with Luna.

Daphne just snorted softly, and pulled Astoria straight away.

"It's fragile...Draco, how many people do you have to help you?" Cyrus seemed to be feeling emotional, because the other party couldn't hear any mocking tone.

"Muggles~ I can understand, they will always fight endlessly because of the petty profits in front of them, and the offspring will also be the same...after graduation, how much they can earn, you say...how much money they will start again choose?"

After Draco went back for Christmas, he knew Cyrus' reputation in the Muggle world through his father's teaching.

He admitted the other party, but only admitted, the opponent?maybe.

Cyrus put his hands behind his back and didn't pay attention to his threat, "You... really think I care how much money I make? I don't care, of course, I also know what Mr. Malfoy said"

He was curious about what Lucius thought of him.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Malfoy squeezed his fist and slowly approached him, his voice so low that Pansy behind him could only hear a grunt in his throat.

"Didn't your father tell you? Or...he couldn't guess either"

In fact, Lucius only let Draco pay more attention to his movements, and even his club seemed to be a secret organization to monitor Cyrus. Facing his son's reluctance, he just said briefly:

'He's having a relationship with the Muggle Prime Minister...'

What's the meaning?Something to do with Muggle leaders?Until he knew how popular Cyrus' novel was in the wizarding world, and what kind of waves it caused:

With his own strength, he provoked two literary fiction sections in the UK and even in the world.

Draco didn't understand what his father was afraid of, because he just instinctively felt that... Cyrus was just playing some entertainment tricks that made many people like him, but when he got in touch with war games and novels at a deeper level... .

Yes, he had delved into Cyrus' stuff at the club, and even though he hated it, Draco had to admit that the world of The Hobbit was so real.

When he combined Hermione's operation, Draco gradually realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of the source of that thought. The inspiration was like the stone stuck in the water pipe, which couldn't go up or down.

"Wizard traitors... Weasleys are not satisfied with being 'pure-blood traitors' anymore!"

"Draco, you can't stop it, I just moved the inevitable trend forward." Cyrus enjoyed the confusion and a touch of fear in the eyes of pure blood, but he didn't want to waste too much time on Draco .

Because... Cyrus enjoyed Lord Hermione's knee pillow more than these!

.........

There were very few people walking around in the library at night, perhaps because of the time, but the candlelight where Hermione sat by the window was much smaller, and it was so stable that even the evening wind could not shake the flames.

The light is neither strong nor weak, making it comfortable for girls to read...

Of course, Cyrus was more comfortable because he was lying flat on his back in the chair with his head thrown back in Hermione's lap, and Hermione was holding a chocolate bar to his mouth.

Every time he bit off a piece, Hermione's fingertip would slowly sink a part.

Maybe she was too absorbed in reading, and didn't even know that the chocolate hazelnut bars were all submerged. Cyrus closed her eyes, and suddenly a soft, somewhat cool thing was stuffed into her mouth.

With his eyes closed, he thought it was a biscuit, so he subconsciously licked the chocolate left on Hermione's fingertips.

"Sexy dog...is it delicious~"

Cyrus opened his eyes in horror, and found that Hermione's eyes were full of disgust, looking at him from a condescending perspective, but Cyrus couldn't spit it out, because she was deliberately stirring it up.

When she took it out, there was still a thread between the tip of her index finger and Cyrus' lips.

"I was just too obsessed with things and didn't pay attention." Cyrus quickly pinned the blame on himself.

"Thinking about what?"

"Well...I'm thinking about next year's new students" Cyrus pointed to the government-funded wizards sent in by John Mayley, "this may completely expose many contradictions in the British wizarding world."

"That's great...it saves me a lot of trouble, at least we don't have to hide anymore"

Hermione also wanted to make the war chess production process simpler, such as letting the Muggle factory make batches of models first, and then transport them to the wizarding world to engrave them with magic, but they are now in a state of flux...

Once caught, the Ministry of Magic will say something about "exposing the existence of wizards".

"This is just a family of the British Ministry of Magic... What will happen to the group of radical lunatics in the United States?" Cyrus and Hermione were a little helpless.

Hermione kneaded the golden hair balls in her arms wearily, in order to alleviate some troubles, she pushed a chocolate bar into her mouth, and the tip of her tongue slightly touched her wet index finger.

But Cyrus, who was blocked by the table, couldn't see her slightly rosy cheeks.