The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In the end...Cyrus still fell down, he was lying on the sofa in humiliation, while Hermione was annoyed on the carpet changing positions, she just wanted to find a comfortable sitting position.

But it is very troublesome... If I knew it earlier, I should have observed the horsemen more.

"Don't pretend to be dead! This is what you asked for..."

"If you don't... do the experiment, just do the experiment!" Cyrus blinked, his dull eyes came back to life, and he lazily rolled over on the sofa, turning inward.

Although Cyrus showed reluctance, the tail protruding from the spine of the tail was as active as Hermione's. It wrapped around the girl's fingertips and wrapped around her arms intimately, like a little snake.

Just like Hermione's last time...it can always represent the hearts of the two.

"I have a feeling... Where do you think it came from?"

Hermione finally found a comfortable but awkward position. She half-kneeled on the sofa with her front legs and kneeled on the carpet with her hind legs. The spare robe was draped over the horse, and her upper body gradually leaned towards Cyrus.

She walked lightly over Cyrus' head with her left hand, as if feeling something different.

Perhaps because the centaur samples were taken from Emia, Hermione's hills seemed to be mountains?Whenever she lowers her head, she always has a weird expression...sometimes happy, sometimes depressed, and sometimes envious.

"Didn't you change last time?" It's not that Cyrus couldn't feel it, but it was hard to say it.

"I forgot last time..." Her eyes drifted away, as if she was avoiding...or remembering, but Cyrus thought it was the former.

"Impossible! I've touched it many times... ah!"

Hermione's eyes became sharper, she pulled her mouth up, her snow-white teeth rubbed against the scales, it felt like the sprouts had broken through the ground after the spring rain.

At this moment, Cyrus only felt a numbness.

"Hermione!!" Lying down, Cyrus raised his hand with difficulty and hugged Hermione's waist.

"Honey, this is for research~" Hermione's eyes were a little floating, and her face puffed up to argue...ah no, it was a righteous explanation, "We need to record the samples of the forbidden potion of compound decoction. ..”

For example... the extra part, which area of ​​the human body is the nerve connected to?

But Hermione only knows one thing, because of the reckless transformation of the human body last year, Hermione only knows that the nerves of the tail are very sensitive, so... this time, she can be said to have come prepared.

That's right!She just wanted Cyrus to choose the Dragon Transformation Potion... Even if he chose the centaur that day, she would change it today!

"Hmm... hold on a little longer... I'm recording the experiment~" Hermione pressed Cyrus tightly with her right hand, summoned her wand with her left hand, and directed the magic quill to record on the table.

From the look on Hermione's face, she seems to have eaten a delicious chocolate chip cookie made by Mrs. Granger in winter... Cyrus turned sideways, with his hands behind his back, he did not expect the weakness of the tail to be so significantly.

"Nerve sensitivity... Judging from Cyrus' performance, it is infinitely close to the tail spine... Do you feel anything?" Hermione let go of her mouth, and gently soothed his frowning brow with her wand .

"Itch!!!" Cyrus almost growled.

"Roar at me?" Hermione pulled his tail aggrievedly, looked at the other person's face as flushed as her own, and threatened, "But I think it's more than just an 'itch'...Dear Cyrus~"

As he spoke, he blew on his tail.

The innocent villager Cyrus... silently endured the disaster brought by Hermione the Demon King. He was quietly waiting for the opportunity, curled up and ready to go, just waiting for the moment when Hermione let down his vigilance...

'It's okay...it's all worth it'

Cyrus' silence not only didn't make Hermione feel bored, but made her even more curious...Of course...everything is for Potions, she reminded herself repeatedly:

This is a necessary price.

"LocomotorMortis (legs standing still)"

Vigilantly, she bound Cyrus' arms with the powerful dark force, and immobilized his legs with a spell. Even so, Cyrus just buried his head in the pillow.

But it is worth mentioning that Cyrus' eyes are not like hers, which produce obvious dragon pupils, but the scales are unusually tough, not ordinary firm.

Rather than saying that the experiment made Hermione happy, it was better to say that she was excited and happy because she satisfied her long-standing bad taste... like a bad taste experiment with a game nature.

Hermione was like Crookshanks teasing before preying on rats, it got her heart pumping... Even her heart was bouncing like a rabbit, but she just couldn't stop.

How many records have you recorded?Hermione couldn't count, and she didn't even know what was recorded, because she was already immersed in the excitement of bullying Cyrus...

Cyrus was very uncomfortable, he felt the itch in the deepest part of the spine, like the itch of repeatedly scratching the skin with a feather, this itch made him hold on to the pillow tightly.

It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words, it just made Cyrus feel his brain trembling...

His lungs were as hot as the flames spit out by a fire dragon, and the high heat even permeated his heart. Cyrus, who was in a trance, seemed to see a flaming elf singing in the fire.

There seemed to be two elf-like whispers in his ears.

'That's it...' What a joke!Cyrus vehemently denied the voice.

'Revenge back!Revenge back! ' shouted another voice, but not angry, but full of pleasure and excitement, as if expecting something.

After an unknown amount of time, Cyrus, who was lying on his side on the sofa, finally moved... Maybe Hermione knew that she had gone too far, so she slowed down her movements, nodded in satisfaction, and stroked her s face.

Heartless...really heartless..

"I'll treat you to chocolate..." Hermione blushed and breathed contentment, she kneaded Cyrus' cheek, but there was not much apology on her face.

Lady Luck... finally smiled~

Cyrus struggled with his body, and when Hermione turned and moved to the table to check the records, Cyrus knew that the opportunity had come... After all, the devil still let go!

Enduring the numbness and itching, he stretched out his hand towards the other end of the sofa...

Just get to that place!

Cyrus' wand was left in the corner, and he slowly moved his body on the sofa like a worm without making any sound. When he held the wand, Cyrus expressed his gratitude to Lady Luck in his heart .

Then he successfully unlocked the Leg Locking Curse, and the Force became one with him, driving his body towards Hermione.

Holding the spirit of seeing death as home...he is the brave man who took the opportunity to launch the final offensive. His persistence like the Holy Grail knight touched 'Lucky', and then he seized the opportunity.

"Nervous sensitivity... I don't know if the tail area is the same...!!"

Hermione was revising, planning to continue the experiment later, the head of the quill lightly brushed the lingering smile at the corner of her mouth, and the weight on her back caused her to stagger and fall to the ground, she turned pale with shock.

"Lord Hermione...it's your turn for the experiment..." Cyrus' sad voice sounded on her body.

Cyrus swooped forward, straddled Hermione's horse with his legs apart, slightly leaning on the back end, his whole body was pressed on it, and his hands hugged her waist tightly, which made Hermione helpless .

Due to her anatomy, Hermione couldn't touch her own back, so...she could only hold Cyrus' arms circled.

"Don't make trouble...you haven't finished your experiment yet, okay~ I will definitely make it up to you"

Hermione comforted him, and in a panic tried to grab the vine wand on the table, but alas... Cyrus threw her own wand away after disarming her weapon with the disarming spell.

Obviously, he was in the mood to die together...

No matter how Hermione coaxed, Cyrus just hugged her, wagging his tail happily.

Just when Hermione thought that Cyrus was just trying to play a simple prank or come back for revenge, a voice made her dismiss the idea.

"Hermione~" This is her name.

But the important thing is the tone... His voice is so lingering and long... When his warm breath passed through the shirt to her skin, Hermione finally had a trace of regret:

It's over... She seemed to have overdone it just now!