The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(TwT why group friends are either winners in life or bosses?)

Only then did Hermione realize that something was wrong, but it was too late... Although the centaur's body gave her very flexible and beautiful muscle lines, she seemed to have just learned about the potion that Cyrus drank.

The dragon potion...the scales are of course derived from the Norwich Ridgeback in Smaug.

She also drank it last year, and the long sound of joy in her ears was telling 'Hermione' again and again, so Hermione hurriedly compared Cyrus with herself last year...

'Damn it!I forgot the effect of how much contraindication potion would have! "The horse half-kneeled on the ground, no matter how hard Hermione tried, she couldn't push away Cyrus who drank the dragon potion. Of course, it might not be good if Hermione insisted on pulling away.

Because brute force might cause some damage to both of them.

The contraindicated potion is compound decoction + animal elements, which is why Professor Snape mentioned "St. Wolf's Poison" as the research direction of side effects, because the biggest effect of "St. Wolf's Poison" is to inhibit "animal habits".

In fact, the suppressing effect of Cyrus is much better than that of Hermione, the reason for this... Hermione is almost entirely responsible!It's because of her constant teasing! !

"Don't move ~ Hermione..." Cyrus lay prone on the horse's back, his forehead kept arching the back of Hermione's upper body.

In Hermione's private Potions classroom, the blue of the sky and the yellow of citrus were burning like firewood in the fire, until the smoke from the ashes melted in the air.

The girl's trembling and powerful limbs supported her up, but even so, her arms could not pull Cyrus off, because the opponent's legs were firmly clamped on both sides of the horse's body...

ashamed?anger?If Hermione hadn't been conscious enough, she would have even exclaimed.

"Okay... I think you need to drink the anti-shape potion." Hermione put her hands on his arms wrapped around his waist, coaxing him softly, "But it's better to experiment by myself... .”

"No, let me help you, Mien~"

His body was clinging to the back of the horse, and he moved forward slowly. The smooth, soft, dark chocolate-like hair made Cyrus linger, and even through the wizard robe, Hermione could feel the heat behind him.

The black crystal-like scales on the surface of Cyrus' arm made Hermione feel like something pliable and smooth was gliding across the skin.

The dragon potion itself will amplify the inner emotions of the user. What Hermione is amplified is her personality, while what Cyrus is amplified is emotion.

Although there was a certain degree of randomness, Hermione's teasing for hours before was like dry aspen leaves thrown into a spark, and while it was burning with all its strength, it emitted a charming fragrance.

Even Hermione was taken aback by Cyrus' sudden enthusiasm.

"Where do you think... this feeling is conveyed?" Cyrus straightened his body, and the close distance could almost be described as 'sticky'.

"Be obedient ~ quickly drink the antidote!"

"No!"

Now he has taken the high ground!

Cyrus sat straddling the horse, biting his ears sticky and talking, the dry earth slowly stroked along the ears to his neck, breath like dragon flames slapped on it, Hermione's legs that had just been lifted suddenly went limp .

Golden stars appeared in front of her eyes, and the sound in her ears was like a tongue rolling cream. Hermione wanted to use the Force to take the wand, but Cyrus stopped it with a quick reaction.

Strange!That's weird...even weirder than drinking brandy~

Hermione raised her head subconsciously and proudly, turned her hands powerlessly, hugging his face, Cyrus's nose pierced through the curly chestnut hair, and gently stroked it, and his little tail matched it.

"Obviously...Obviously, the centaur's body part is connected to the lower abdomen and the middle of the back..." Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, silently reading the conclusion of the experiment and the composition of the wolfsbane potion.

'Damn Sith...I should have tied him up if I had known,' Hermione regretted.

The decanter on the wooden table was still steaming, and the purified liquid in the thin glass tube fell little by little into the square bottle with a wide bottom and a narrow top. It was the most primitive compound soup.

The firewood had been burned into carbon, and the flames made a brisk "whoosh" sound, casting the shadows of Cyrus and Hermione on the ground, and the shadows were lingering and surrounding.

The tip of the tail naughtily draws and pulls on the horse's back, elegant, brisk and gentle.

Hermione seemed to be holding her head up high, looking directly at the angel floating in the sun, even though she was about to melt, even though her whole body was soaked in red, she was still facing the high temperature... She didn't hesitate to dodge it.

After reciting the potion sequence, it was the spell sequence... Although she was suppressing her heartbeat, the original force was still surging like a tide with her mood.

The centaur was infected by the scorching breath and flames of the fire dragon. This classroom... no, it should be said that this is the 'Forbidden Forest' which is very similar to the potion classroom.

Hermione trembled, and her fingertips ran through Cyrus' golden hair and across his scalp.

Maybe she should choose the fire dragon potion... The changes produced by the centaur potion really take time to get used to various walking and standing postures. Cyrus is biting the neck of his prey like a fire dragon, but the only thing he lacks is:

teeth!Yep...he doesn't have the fangs of a smaug, but he's trying too hard.

"You...you're really... not good at all..." Hermione spoke with her throat pressed, while Cyrus was still immersed in the smell of citrus and flames, she reached out to take the anti-transformation potion, and He took a big sip for himself first.

"Aren't we doing an experiment?" Cyrus imitated her.

She turned her head, squeezed Cyrus' face with her hands, and made her mouth pout... It's been more than an hour, if she doesn't escape from the lingering voice of the fire dragon, then don't even think about doing anything else today it's over...

Cyrus only felt that his dry lips were suddenly wet with rain and dew, but it was a pity that it had a bit of bitter taste. He was like a traveler who found an oasis in the desert, greedily sucking the water from the pool...even if it was terrible.

The antidote flowed down their throats, and the cold potion made Cyrus and Hermione slightly calm down.

Although the scorching lungs of the fire dragon were extinguished, the posture remained unchanged.

"Cough...then what...the experiment is going well?" Cyrus was like a cat that has done something wrong, his chin rested on Hermione's shoulder from behind, and the medicine remained at the corners of their mouths.

"...Why don't you take revenge?" Hermione's tone was trembling, she pulled Cyrus' pendant vigorously, and said viciously, "I tell you, Cyrus. ..you're screwed! I'm going to add five times...oh no, ten times!"

"Oh~ dear Mien, I'm helping you, after all...you can't touch the back of the horse..."

"Shut up!!" Hermione blushed and slumped on the carpet, "You know where the deformation is! Where do you think the rest of my body is?!"

That's right... Cyrus froze for a moment, he seemed to know where the touch of Hermione's horse body was connected... No wonder centaurs don't like others sitting on them, it would be considered an insult ...

"Not coming down yet!!" She pulled the necklace twice again, and Cyrus flipped it down belatedly.

"I have another question..." Cyrus looked at the lightly draped wizard robe on the horse's back, and said doubtfully, "What about your original clothes? Did it become fur or... oh ,never mind..."

He saw a pile of debris under the table, obviously Hermione's original clothes, Cyrus covered his hot face, he thought of a truth in a daze:

He was riding on horseback just now, was he riding on...

But Cyrus was still dawdling with his legs and tail!Thinking of this, his heart couldn't keep calm... A sense of guilt intertwined with depraved joy.

"I'll help you get your things!" Cyrus saw Hermione clutching some messy clothes with one hand and propping her body on the floor with the other, moving her weak body with difficulty, he immediately flattered to do it for her.

There was a stack of parchment on the table, covered with dense symbols and handwriting by the magic quill, which made it hard for Cyrus to imagine that Hermione wrote the transcript...

When he picked it up first, and glanced at it casually while walking, he stopped in place.

"Bring it here?!" Hermione hooked her fingers impatiently.

"I don't suggest..." Cyrus laughed twice, the hand holding the paper was trembling, "Would you like me to revise it again?"

"Stop talking..." After Hermione waved her hand and snatched the recording form in his hand, Cyrus tiptoed to leave here, but was quickly caught by Hermione, who quickly recalled her wand.

'Petrochemical quickly! 'It's a pity that Cyrus, who had been on guard for a long time, avoided it.

"I said it's not recommended..." His grievance made Hermione laugh angrily.

"Not recommended? If you didn't mess around!" Hermione's anger was more caused by 'shame'. She threw the parchment back into the fireplace with all her strength, and the flames turned the experiment records into ashes.

Records documenting Cyrus samples?There was...but it was out of sight, covered in gibberish because Hermione forgot to cut off the connection with the magic quill.

The quill automatically wrote down all of Hermione's murmurs... and most importantly, Cyrus saw it!

"I swear, I don't think I saw it," Cyrus said, leaning toward the door.

"Where do you want to go? Go out? Your clothes are all broken..." Hermione took a few deep breaths, looked at him calmly, and patted the cushion of the sofa. have half an hour"

"Why don't we come back tomorrow~"

"Tomorrow you promised to teach Harry and them how to learn spells." Although Hermione's face was still glowing red, she didn't have any expression, but her breathing was a little disordered, with mountains rolling up and down.

"But half an hour..."

"Come here~ I'll be serious this time." Hermione pressed her wand to her chin, blinked at him, and the Force stood up with limp limbs.

But no matter how Hermione persuaded, Cyrus just shook his head, so she tore off the disguise on her face, and stared at him fiercely, with a bit of temptation and toughness.

"If you come here... I will give you compensation~" Compensation?Of course, it refers to Hermione's bad taste with a game nature at the beginning.

Cyrus' eyes lit up, his body moved forward slowly and honestly, his slender dragon tail was also swaying lively, but he also called back his wand vigilantly as a precaution.

But this time Hermione really didn't seem to be playing any more pranks... Until Cyrus lay down on his back, Hermione's eyes were also full of anxiety, which was due to the urgency of time.

This time, Hermione re-recorded it within half an hour, and didn't deliberately tease him like a prank.

"It's still comfortable in human form...I'm not used to horse people~" Hermione stretched her long legs, and the wizard robe was transformed into a simple skirt and underwear by her, her bare feet were facing the fireplace to warm up.

"I'm going to make some tea..." Cyrus wanted to get up to leave, but Hermione grabbed the arm holding the wand.

"Where are you going? My dear boyfriend, don't you think that what happened just now is over?" Hermione pressed his arm tightly, and now Cyrus didn't have the power of the dragon potion.

The original force and the original force counteracted, and the Disarming Curse successfully hit Cyrus' immobile hand.

"Wait a minute! What about the compensation you agreed on?" Cyrus said in a panic. "I was wrong! But you started it first! Then I don't want to make up for it, cancel each other out!!"

"Offset? There is no such saying~ one is one, two is two" Hermione straddled it, as if he had just straddled a horse, leaned down with the tea cooling in her mouth.

This compensation is not too long, because Cyrus also choked twice.

"Then how about you add ten more requests?" His chest was sweet and painful, "This is 33 requests..."

"As I said, I was also at fault for making you like that... So, the request is exempted, but the death penalty is inevitable, but the living crime is inevitable~" Hermione closed her eyes, she just wanted to take away the humiliation just now. return.

"Don't...don't~ah!!"

But... no matter how Cyrus yelled, the voice of grief mixed with some shame could not pass through the wall, and could only echo in this spacious Room of Response.

Finally, it was not until before the curfew that Cyrus walked out, leaning on the wall and clutching his buttocks.

"Cyrus~ A gentleman needs to be responsible for his own actions." Hermione looked at the deserted corridor, then pressed her wand against his neck, and with a flash of blue light, the collar turned into a silver necklace again.

"I don't remember you being in so much pain..." He muttered, touching the necklace around his neck and turning up the collar to hide the bright red.

"If you don't like it, you can remove it at any time~" Hermione walked towards the lounge with the joy of victory, "After all...I didn't set any restrictions, I just thought you would like this kind of - small - -Gift"

She was referring to the thing on Cyrus' neck.

"He-mi-en!!" Cyrus chased after him angrily.