The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

With the sound of the wind vibrating in front of my ears, the figure and scene in front of me were quickly stretched backwards until they were deformed. In the next moment, Hermione who was originally on the sofa sat empty and fell to the ground.

Hermione flipped back with her chair and fell to the ground on her back. She saw the vaulted dome of the office.

Apparently, she's back.

"Welcome back..." Cyrus helped her up, "You don't seem to have missed something"

Cyrus is referring to the elective class fun, while Dumbledore and Crocker are discussing the regulations regarding the Time-Turner's need to be updated, and it's safe to say that there won't be time to lend time for a while after that converter too.

After Crocker packed his things and said goodbye to the two little wizards and the professor, he had to rush to work.

"I think...Miss Granger and Cyrus should be given a rest first," Professor McGonagall said before the principal could speak, "At least let's talk about it tomorrow weekend."

Principal Dumbledore just nodded, watching Cyrus carry Hermione back with a mocking look.

Hufflepuff's lounge was inaccessible to outsiders, so Cyrus had to carry her back to the Ravenclaw tower. The lounge was empty because it was Friday morning.

Kitty: What are you thinking?Do you really not need to go to class? ?

"Did I miss something?" Hermione took off her wizard robe, rested on Cyrus' shoulder with her eyes closed, "Don't tell me, there are still a lot of things left..."

"How come~"

A relaxing fire burned in the fireplace, Hermione was relieved by the sound of drizzle outside on the arched windows, and a scarf was tied around their necks by Cyrus.

Hermione is like a hobbit who has just returned from an adventure and finally returned to the Shire.

"Don't worry, I've done everything for you...At least no one will notice something is wrong." Cyrus' head shifted to the side, "But you missed some interesting things."

"Forget it, whatever...but you didn't mistake me, which is commendable." The exhausted Hermione didn't even have the strength to kiss his cheek.

"I said I would not admit my mistake"

But Hermione just leaned against him a little, then got up and went back to the bathroom in the dormitory to take a shower. There was still some smell of blood and sweat on her body, which made her very disgusted.

She supported the wall with her arms, letting the water wash over her naked body, washing away the blood stains and black dust.

If Cyrus was definitely going to have a nosebleed standing here, just looking at the curtain used to block the view would be tempting enough, the water vapor made Hermione even more hazy, like a fairy in the lake.

But when she came out again, it was enough to make Cyrus' throat.

She was wearing a dark blue robe pajamas, except for a short shirt. There were even some drops of water on her white and slender legs, and she wore plush slippers with cat heads on her feet.

The chestnut-blond curly hair was not deliberately dried, but was in a semi-wet state.

Hermione took a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" from the bookshelf and jumped back on the sofa, leaning against Cyrus as a pillow, looking at the heroism, hardships and dangers and dangerous hobbies in the book.

Mmm... heady apricot flavor with a hint of strawberry mixed in?

"What do you say...what will happen to them?" Hermione was talking intermittently before lunch.

"Who?"

"Girls and women like me" she curled her lips.

"It's going to be alright...everything is going to be alright"

Cyrus turned his head to look at the alcove at their angle, and Rowena Ravenclaw seemed to be watching the two of them smiling, as if agreeing with what Cyrus had said.

"Why am I not the only one..." Hermione rubbed her half-damp hair against his chin and neck.

"Of course you are the only one, at least in my heart..." Cyrus said intermittently, although he kept emphasizing in his heart that this was just about Gu's view of the world.

Hermione, however, wondered if, without Cyrus, she would have been one of the Grangers in a life with the end in sight.

"Thank you~"

"what?"

Hermione's sudden thank you made Cyrus puzzled for a moment, but Hermione ignored his rhetorical question, the girl just turned over, put her hands around his neck, and touched her lips lightly.

Crookshanks, who was carried out by Hermione to breathe, turned his face and looked at the raindrops on the window.

But when Cyrus said that the little Granger in that world was named 'Miss Know-It-All' by Snape, Hermione couldn't help laughing.

'So... that's sort of a sure thing? Hermione snickered, it would be enough to get Professor Snape to call him a 'know-it-all' instead of a bezoar head or a troll brain.

"Say, do you want to give Professor Snape a more sophisticated chemical instrument for Christmas?" Hermione said with a smile.

"Although I think he's going to write to taunt me again, if you wish...but I'm going to send Dean Sprout some common herbarium this year..."

Last year, I sent an illustrated book of plants from the outside world, and Professor Flitwick gave the illustrated book of Middle-earth dwarves, which included the horned cavalry that Cyrus saw. Professor McGonagall is a collection of settings in various magical and science fiction works.

This made the three deans more and more satisfied with Cyrus.

Professor Snape?Well...although he often taunted Cyrus, something had been delivered through Hermione's hand, even though the professor was always insinuating that Hermione wasted her talent in potions.

[-]nd Grade Making Polyjuice Potion?This is not just practice, the materials and cooking time of potion science are enough to dissuade 'day after day practice'.

The two of them grinded until they heard footsteps outside the lounge, and Hermione immediately fled back to the dormitory to change back into her school uniform.

But it doesn't matter, because neither of them have to go to class this Friday afternoon, and they will not resume their usual class time until next Monday, so Hermione has to go to see her own dog and dragon in the afternoon.

"Yo? Isn't this our couple who just came back from another school?" In the auditorium at noon, Lisa and Senior Penello looked at the two people who were tired of being together and laughed.

Mandy: What, you came back to feed us just after dropping food from another school? ?

But Hermione ran over and hugged Mandy and Hannah who was eating melons, especially Hannah Abbott. Why did this melon fall on her? ?

"It's nothing, I just missed you when I came back." Hermione pressed her cheek to Hannah.

Even though Hermione returned safely to Cyrus, she still couldn't forget the woman who spoke harshly and acted softly. Hannah stood there at a loss, looking at Cyrus for help.

Hannah seemed to sense Hermione's feelings for her, but she couldn't figure out why.

"Cyrus!! You are finally back" Harry stood up from the Gryffindor table as if he had been pardoned, "Malfoy! You bastard is dead... Ha ha!!"

He is like a fox (lion) under the guise of a tiger.

"What's wrong?" Both Hermione and Cyrus looked at Harry gently, "What happened to Malfoy?"

"You don't know that when you were not around, Malfoy gave us a majestic...tortured us crazily in Potions class" Harry said eagerly, "and said he would fire Hagrid!"

But when Cyrus looked at the Slytherin table, he didn't see the other party, but saw a figure running away in a hurry at the gate of the auditorium.

Obviously, Malfoy knew that if he stayed here, he might actually get hurt.

"Expulsion? Don't be ridiculous... The British Magic Society can't beat Newt." Cyrus snorted twice, signaling them not to worry, "It seems that you are not familiar with Mr. Newt at all..."

Newt Scamander, let alone his status in the Magical Congress of the United States, the academic status alone is enough for the Ministry of Magic to weigh, let alone the Goldstein sisters.

In Cyrus' view, the Ministry of Magic can at most make a show and let Mr. Newt and Hagrid switch positions. This is the easiest way. If Newt is not willing to be a professor, the Ministry of Magic has nothing to do.

Cyrus hugged Stitch, Hermione hugged Crookshanks, and the two sat in the middle of the long table.

'It's nice to see them,' said Hermione to herself.

'Of course...it will always be' Cyrus answered him mentally, assuring Hermione.