The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Sure enough, Snape came, and he was called by other Slytherins. Cyrus waited at the door and found that Harry was just staring at Draco who was hanged upside down.

"Who taught you..." Snape didn't even pay attention to Cyrus, and rushed over in a hurry and silently.

"No one, I learned it myself!"

"Do you think it's possible? Lupine... no, I think I know who it is." Snape put Draco down with a silent spell, and said, "Twenty points from Gryffindor, the reason is Attack the students!"

"That's what he did first!" Harry stared at him exasperatedly with emerald green eyes.

Snape looked at Harry, his eyes scanned the other's whole body, and then slowly said: "But I didn't see any trace of Draco's action... Potter, because of your lying, Greg Five points from Lanffindor"

Draco looked around, trying to find the 'murderer' who had just cast the Disarming Curse on him, but Cyrus had already fled.When Harry was still pitifully being scolded...

Back in the Ravenclaw lounge, Cyrus was pacing back and forth. He seemed to be making a difficult decision, but for him, helping Hermione with her clothes was considered 'very difficult'.

'Why couldn't she get ready first? ' Cyrus held his head, and huddled helplessly under the alcove in the lounge, at the feet of the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Cyrus felt a little regretful... because he suddenly discovered the benefits of the Animagus.

He raised his head and glanced at Rowena Ravenclaw with a guilty conscience. Although her eyes were looking at the book in her hand, Cyrus always felt that her eyes were aimed at him, and Cyrus' hearts were intertwined. .

"Has her roommate not come back yet?" Cyrus waited for about ten minutes, but Mandy and the others were nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, he seemed to be inspired by poetry and favored by the Force. Cyrus moved slowly against the wall, nonchalantly groping towards the bedroom that Hermione had mentioned before.

Cyrus, who was favored by the goddess of luck, successfully came to the door. He knocked on the door lightly and tentatively. After hearing nothing, he opened a crack and leaned in bit by bit against the door frame. .

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the windows very well. Unlike Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw's dormitory is also very deserted and very simple. In addition to the bookshelves and desks, there is also a telescope in the corner.

That's probably what Hermione used to study astronomy.

Hermione's schoolbag was hung on the wall next to the bed, which made it easy for Cyrus to find. He closed the door furtively, and slowly approached her bed with trepidation.

The blue quilt was spread out neatly, and there was a small wooden basket under the bed. Even though the bottom of the bed was a corner where the sun couldn't reach, Cyrus still saw a black shadow hanging beside the basket.

The young man clutched his chest and stood there in a daze. He shook his head, and then he recovered his senses and grabbed the gradually raised left hand with his right hand.

The suitcase was also on the side, obviously, her clean clothes were there, and Cyrus sincerely hoped that no one would come by, and no house-elf would happen to come and tidy up.

'Damn...why is this box so heavy? '

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Cyrus struggled to drag a small pulley box, and he sat gently beside Hermione's bed, as if he didn't want to break the neat bed surface.

But...should he take the dress?

When he picked up the spare wizard robe covering the outermost layer, an extremely light smell of citrus mixed with lemon permeated his nose, Cyrus was very familiar with this smell...

Under the wizard robes were a set of white shirts and several sets of blue striped Ravenclaw bow ties... More than that, of course, but Cyrus' eyes flickered, and he picked up the one he missed the most:

It's a yellow and black Hufflepuff tie!

Cyrus remembered that it was worn by Hermione secretly during her Quidditch match every year... Forget it, let's save it for next year's Quidditch match.

If surprises become a daily routine, maybe there will be no surprises...

"By the way, do you want to get a close-fitting one? She didn't say anything!" Cyrus recalled the last Hermione Dragon Lady restriction, and his consciousness began to trance.

However, whether Hermione used the Smaug Compound Potion or the Centaur Emiya Compound Potion, it seemed that her underwear would be damaged?

It seemed that the scene was repeated, and the boy's face was slightly red.

Cyrus couldn't help but grabbed the clothes in his hand, the silky and thin touch touched the nerves from his palm to the atrium, the smell of citrus and sunshine made his breathing a little heavier.

Wait... Now that the exam week is approaching in the afternoon, Ravenclaws are almost all studying in clubs or classrooms... His pen tip moved slightly, but he still suppressed his restless and curious heart like a cat's paw scratching.

He quickly draped the wizard's robe over his shoulders, stuffed the shirt and tie into his arms, poked his head out to look in the corridor, and ran back to the lounge immediately after making sure that he would not meet anyone.

This is the first time he has applied 'force acceleration' to this kind of behavior! !

The Force was with him...God only knows how he survived the way he met his friends on the way back to the Room of Requirement, and every time Cyrus scratched the bridge of his nose with his crooked index finger.

Looking extremely uncomfortable, Cyrus' right hand tightly grasped the collar, and prayed in his heart: don't fall out...don't fall out.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the white wall opposite the troll's portrait that Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Hermione's Potions Room"

Cyrus walked back and forth in front of the wall three times, and as soon as he finished speaking, a simple wooden door appeared in front of him, the speed was as if it had been prepared here, as long as Cyrus came over, it would open Appear.

The light in the house was a little dim, and there was still some smoke. On the fire was an iron shelf with boiling water on it. Directly opposite was a round carved wooden table, and the purifier on it was gurgling. bubble.

There was only one bottomed potion, a shade paler than Smaug's molten gold color...but also grassy emerald green.

"Hermione?" he called out loudly.

"Where are the clothes?!" A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Here it is...I brought it all"

Cyrus hastily unbuttoned the school robe, and took out a shirt with not many wrinkles inside. He saw a pair of arms rubbed against his fingers when they took the clothes.

smooth!This was the first word in Cyrus' mind. When his eyes slid up Hermione's fingertips, he realized that the girl's bare forearm muscles were very obvious...

Not strong, but purely powerful.

It's not strong, the arms still look slender, but more beautiful.

"That's all?" Hermione grabbed the clothes and put on the robe in an instant.

"How many suits do you want?"

Then Hermione was silent, just gave a soft chuckle, she came out from the darkness, and the light from the fire made Cyrus see Hermione clearly now:

Tall... Cyrus was a head taller, and the horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the floor. In front of Hermione, who was completely upright, Cyrus could only reach her chest;

The color of the hair is a little darker than the chestnut hair of a girl, but the purity is a bit higher than that of traditional German dark chocolate. The color of the horse's fur is healthy, and even reflects the color of the fire;

Cyrus guessed it must feel good.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the shape-shifting horse, Hermione's arms became more powerful, and every bending and stretching of her affected the streamlined muscles above.

The whole body looks softer than that of a half-dragon. Hermione's hands are crossed in front of her abdomen, and the skin on her neck is like soft and transparent curd, showing the thin and green veins under the skin.

Merlin~ She is as charming as a sculpture born under the Renaissance, her height and body shape are perfectly matched together, she is graceful but not lacking in strength.

"Can I ride?" Cyrus asked her excitedly, eager to try.

"No!!" Queen Ravenclaw turned around as if she had heard some outrageous words, "Drink some water first... I will record it later, by the way, I will also prepare the anti-transformation potion up"

Cyrus just nodded dumbly, never taking his eyes off Hermione.

Hermione, who was pouring water for him, suddenly trembled, and there was a brief "Ah!" in her throat, but she was quickly suppressed by herself... Her face was as hot as a fire That boiling kettle.

She suddenly wanted to kick back...but held back...

"Don't touch it!" Hermione stuffed a sky-blue thermos cup into his arms, gritted her teeth, her face was full of embarrassment.

"I'm just curious about the feel of the hand." Cyrus withdrew his hand reluctantly.

The horse's fur is very smooth and soft. When Cyrus' palm covered it, a kind of warmth was transmitted to his palm. He stroked the fur from the back along the back...

"I said... no matter how the human body deforms... the sense of body is--connected--together!!" she growled.

The horse's hoof behind Hermione's rear was rubbing restlessly on the stone floor, it seemed that if Cyrus couldn't help it, he would bite the horse's hoof hard.

Shame and anger made the top of her neck blush, shining like oil paint in the firelight... Hermione was as bright and lively as emerald green potion.

"Well... I'm just curious..." After hearing this, Cyrus hesitated to explain, he just forgot about it because he was too excited, after all, Hermione is so beautiful to him now... .

Hermione under Novi Ridgeback was proud, but now Hermione looks more... shy and lively?

Although Cyrus knew that the word 'shy' didn't match Hermione Granger, this was his first impression of Hermione Centaur Granger.

He suppressed his throbbing heartbeat, and just took a big sip of water to relieve his dry tongue, but after he swallowed the warm 'water' with a hint of sweetness, he realized that something was wrong.

Cyrus turned around, stood in front of the fireplace and looked at the bottom of the cup, only to find the golden potion inside.

"You plot against me!"

His heart was half cold, and when he went to look at Hermione again, he found that the girl's chocolate-colored eyes showed a sly look, there was a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, and the small dimples were faintly visible on her cheeks.

Yeah... no wonder Hermione didn't light the lamp, only the fireplace was burning in the empty room; no wonder she handed herself water...

"Assassination? Cyrus... I order you in the name of the 'remaining 24 unconditional demands' in the living room treaty! Quickly drink up the remaining potion! Humph, this is beyond your control"

Hermione pressed his shoulder firmly with her left hand, and grabbed his hand holding the cup with her right.

"Wait a minute! I'm not ready...I don't have spare clothes!"

"Didn't I tell you? Let your spare clothes..." Hermione repeated the original words on the paper, "It says 'get spare clothes before you come here', I didn't say it was only me "

"Help!!" Cyrus protested rationally, although he had already drunk half of it...

"Honey~ No one will come if you shout out your throat...Hahahahahahahahaha!" Hermione let out a sinister three-part laugh, imitating the villain in the movie.

((??w??)?Congratulations to book friend "Xiao Hua" on her birthday)