The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Today is August 31, more than two months have passed since the last trip to Diagon Alley, Cyrus has been living at Hermione's house during this period of time, Mr. Wendell talked with his father, Probably because Mr. Wendell is a middle-class person, he agreed.

In more than two months, Cyrus has regained mastery of an interesting spell: out-of-body spells.

During the day, Hermione would pull her to read magic books and memorize some knowledge about potions; at night, Cyrus would lie on the bed, and his soul would come from his body to the small garden of Hermione’s house, where he would sit quietly The swing chair recalls something.

"Magic, magic, I never thought that there would be magic in such a world, should I pick it up again?" Cyrus thought for a while, "I'll forget it, I'd better pick some simple and practical ones to teach Hermione , if she asks how I know this and what excuses she has to make, I have to think about it."

Cyrus also did some experiments with the magic power in his body, and found something different from other multiverses.

"Interesting, different from Middle-earth, the magic of Middle-earth can better reflect more abstract elements such as personal spirit, willpower, talent, etc., and it is better reflected in poetry, such as the singing of Finrod and Sauron Dueling, but the magic here seems to be more rigorous, even the production of potions has clockwise and counterclockwise stirring regulations; different from Kata Maji in terms of magic power, here is more free, from a person After birth, gifted people will naturally accept the integration of surrounding magic, it seems that the source of magic is free and unowned, no wonder they can only use some spells such as out of body and portals."

But even so, Cyrus would not use those spells that had to be cast with the magic power of the spell master, as if using too much would attract the attention of those bugs.

The night of the 29th seemed to be a sleepless night, exciting, uneasy, and a little eager to try, oh~ Of course, it is Hermione who is leaning aside now, but she is excited Cyrus couldn't sleep either.

"Cyrus, Cyrus, tell me, which college will I go to? After we go to that school for the first time, will we be able to open the portal anytime and anywhere in the future, hehe?"

"I think you are more suitable for Ravenclaw. Of course, if you have any ambitions, you can also enter Slytherin."

Cyrus reclined lazily on the sofa, leaning against her arm, while Hermione pinched his face feebly,

"What about you?" "I think I'm suitable for Hufflepuff"

"...No, you're going to Ravenclaw too"

"? Why? What if I can't go?"

Hermione squeezed her face with her fingers suddenly, "Hiss, hiss, go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go" Hermione pinched her face, "It's more or less the same." She tore open a candy and gently stuffed it into the mouth of the person next to her .

"Can you stop being like training a dog?" Cyrus protested her current behavior,

"Then eat it or not, spit it to me if you don't eat it" "...Eat...."

"Humph"

He looked at the watch on the wall, it was already 10:30, "I think, should we go to bed early?"

"Can't sleep, why don't we memorize the book again, what if the entrance exam is difficult, will we be kicked out if we fail?"

"...I'm sleepy~"

"Huo ~ go to sleep if you are sleepy." The further he said, the tone became more serious.

"Okay, then take your hands away, what are you doing pressing me?" Cyrus looked down at her hands pressed on the sofa,

"No, I'm holding you down." He started to talk nonsense with his eyes open, and when he was about to withdraw his hand with all his strength, Hermione grabbed it firmly with his backhand, and looked at him when it was over, "Why don't you go to sleep~ "

"...I suddenly found that I am not sleepy anymore" "Not sleepy anymore? Then read a book with me"

Cyrus finally discovered one thing, if before when Hermione was incapable, she would hesitate because of the opinions of the people around her, then now she will insist on her own ideas more, which is a good thing; It will bully him, which is a bad thing.

Hermione wore a hanging ring pulled from Cyrus's hand on her left hand. The index finger and middle finger of her right hand were close together, and the thumb was slightly opened to draw a circle. After a while, a small portal appeared, and the screen of the door showed At the other end was the bookshelf, from which she picked a Potions Compendium and took it out.

Cyrus looked at the "genius" in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder why everyone he met was more talented than him, Darth Vader?Strange?Mordo?Now it's Hermione again. It was two months ago when I taught her, and I learned the portal in just one month, and I can be said to be completely proficient now. How long did he use it when he first learned it? ?One year or two years?

"It seems that I need to find a chance to help her make a new one. It's not a good idea to keep stealing my use. I just want to see if there is any material in the magic world here that is more suitable for the transmission of mana." Cyrus I thought to myself, holding the book while reading and thinking, slowly getting sleepy, I glanced at Hermione who was seriously reading and taking notes, and slowly slid down the head leaning on her shoulder.

Hermione looked at the book and suddenly felt a little more weight on her thighs. Looking down, Cyrus had already fallen asleep leaning on her thighs, the half-opened book was hanging on his chest, and the girl was pinching his ears Pulled a few times to express anger, and then ignored him.

It was already twelve o'clock when Hermione saw her parents came back from overtime work. She opened a portal, picked him up and threw him into his own bed, and then went to sleep.

............

The next day was September 4st, the day when the two little ones started school. They were sent to the station by the Grangers with their luggage. The four of them came to the platform to find the so-called platform nine and three-quarters in the letter. ,

"Nine and three quarters? Is there such a platform?" Mr. Wendell expressed doubts. If he hadn't seen the visiting wizards in the wizarding world and the elves in Diagon Alley, he might have thought it was a prank.

"Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Nine and Three Quarters, it's obviously literally between Platforms Nine and Platform Ten" Hermione analyzed clearly, so she pulled the luggage with her left hand and the luggage with her right hand. Cyrus ran to search between No. [-] and No. [-], and then they turned around and found a pillar between No. [-] and No. [-] platforms, surrounded by some people.

"...of course it was full of Muggles—" It was a stocky woman talking to four fiery red-haired boys.Each of them was pushing a suitcase like Harry's - and some of them were carrying an owl.

They came up and asked, "What, dear," she said, "First time at Hogwarts, huh? Ron is a freshman, too," she said, pointing to her last and youngest son.The boy was tall and thin, clumsy and freckled, with big hands and feet and a long nose. "Yes," said Hermione, "the problem is I don't know how to get to—" "How to get to the platform?" she said understandingly, and the little ones nodded.

"Don't worry," she said, "you just go straight to the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, go straight in, it's important. If you're nervous, you Just trot. Let's go. You go first and Ron follows you."

Hermione ran forward pushing her luggage, calling, "Cyrus! Mom and Dad! Come on!" Her eyes opened.A crimson steam locomotive was parked beside a platform packed with passengers.The sign on the train reads: Hogwarts Express. When I looked back, Cyrus had already run in with her parents.

It was only half an hour before the departure time. Hermione hugged her parents reluctantly, and Mr. Wendell was very sad, but he was a man, so he could only touch his daughter's hair silently with his lips pursed. Mrs. Monica secretly Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, he said, "Hurry up, the bus is about to start, you must come back after the holiday, remember to write to us at school and tell us——"

Cyrus couldn't get into their atmosphere. In order not to disturb their parting, he just helped Hermione carry their luggage and stood by the train door, watching the crowds coming and going. There was a round-faced boy having sex with his grandmother. Farewell; a blond-haired boy walked forward arrogantly, and two people behind him were carrying luggage for three people; a little boy wearing round glasses looked around and dragged the suitcase to the carriage.

"Hermione~ You have to study hard at school. If you don't have enough money or other things, you can write to us." Mr. Wendell knelt down to bid farewell to his daughter, and finally glanced at Sai standing in the distance behind Hermione. Les, like a lonely figure in a sea of ​​people who would go with the flow at any time, the scene when he first saw him flashed in his mind, and he added a few words.

"If possible, I still hope that you can help Cyrus more, just like me and your mother helped him."

Hermione was puzzled by the sudden words.

"He... is not like his family, so polite and sensible, you will know about other things later, since you have learned boxing and are his older sister, you must protect him, okay? Hermione ~"

"I will, Dad, I always have"

So, the Grangers sent the two on the train, and the two stood underneath watching their daughter and Cyrus walk away.

Hermione led her little brother to find an empty compartment and sat in it. Hermione waved her wand skillfully and shouted: "wingardium leviosa~ (Wingardium Leviosa floating spell)" let her books float Going forward to catch it, Cyrus just skillfully placed his head on Hermione's shoulder and began to rest.

"Because I slept late last night and you pulled me up at 5 o'clock this morning and told me to sleep in the car, so I will take a rest first."

"Hmm~" "Remember to call me when you arrive" "I won't call you." After six years of baptism, Cyrus has automatically filtered the last sentence.

The train started to leave, and the girl slowly selected the book she wanted to read, then drew the curtains of the window, and read the book in the sunshine, while Cyrus was sleeping soundly next to Hermione.

Hermione tilted her head and glanced at someone who was sleeping soundly. After thinking about it, she still put her hand on the boy's shoulder to make him lean more comfortably.

After a while, the sliding door of the cubicle was opened, and a child with fiery red hair came in. He found the person who was already sleeping and the person who was reading a book, and whispered, "Can I sit on the seat opposite to you? The seat seems to be full. Alright." Hermione shook her head at him, "Sorry~"

"Okay, then I can only go to see other compartments." The boy could only close the door.

Cyrus moved his body, just slipped and fell on the girl's lap again, and as if in a dream, he got his head into her arms.

Hermione had no choice but to raise her legs, support his head with one hand, and looked helplessly at the boy in her arms.

"Why don't you buy a pet? It's not because I don't want to keep one, but because I already have one~"