The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"I should have thought of that..."

“Let's go to the Pig's Head”

Cyrus and Hermione ran out of the teahouse in a panic, firstly because most of the food inside was desserts, and secondly because... almost all the guests inside were couples.

Through the diffuse mist, you can still see vague figures who seem to be making out.

Everything inside is fringed with tacky lace, and the mist insulates every table.

Strictly speaking, there was no serious rest there, and both of them even saw Percy and Penello dating there.

So Cyrus and Hermione ran out as soon as they went in before they could sit still. The two followed the map and walked along the central road in Hogsmeade Village to the alley around the corner of the post office.

For Hermione, the only interesting thing about Hogsmeade Village is the snow from beginning to end every year and the Pig's Head Bar, which is the headquarter of the goblin rebel rebellion... Ah~ Honey Duke is also half of it.

"Cyrus! If my clothes get dirty, you can wash them for me!" Hermione angrily rolled up a snowball and threw it back.

"Huh? It's just a snowball." Cyrus deftly avoided her attack.

When the two were walking on the main road, Cyrus quietly grabbed a snowball from the railing, used the Force to make a half circle around the snowball, and hit Hermione on the back.

"Don't run!"

Hermione pushed the unsuspecting Cyrus forward with tyrannical force. After eating three snowballs, she had already forgotten all her manners, and she was on top of him.

"Dear Hermione~Actually...I'm here to train your reflexes." Cyrus tried to pass the test with cuteness.

"Really? Then I'll - well - well reward you." Hermione lifted the bracelet to keep warm, and inserted it into the soft snow on the ground, "Don't worry~ I'm here to help you exercise your cold resistance."

If Hermione hadn't protected her with her arm in time, two of the three snowballs would have hit her face.

"Ha~ Just kidding... let's go in quickly." Cyrus breathed a few breaths towards Hermione's claws that were slowly stretching over, but shrunk his head again and hid in the scarf.

They fought all the way, and they had reached a snowdrift at the entrance of the alley.

Hermione stared at him intently, and ruthlessly pulled off the wine red scarf of the same style as hers, which was given to him back then. Seeing the sneer on Cyrus' face, she seemed to understand why his patron saint was Sans.

That smile is exactly the same as Sans, like a brother from another world.

"Let's go!"

However, Hermione's hands were not very cold, rather, they were just a little cold. Coupled with the unique fragrance and dry skin of girls' hands, it seemed that Cyrus had a different feeling.

She just touched his face slightly, then got up and ran inside.

There is a bar in the alley. The signboard is a tattered wooden board, the words on it are mostly blocked by white snow, and it hangs crookedly on the rusty iron bracket.

Cyrus stroked the white snow with his hands, revealing the painted pig's head wrapped in white cloth underneath.

The inside of the Pig's Head Bar was a bit dark, exuding a strong smell of lamb. Hermione chose a fairly clean seat next to the bay window, and the environment looked a little better than the broken Leaky Cauldron.

The light outside was barely filtering through, and there were a few candle stubs on the rough wooden table.

As soon as the two of them sat down and put down their things, a tall and thin old man with a long beard and gray hair at the bar found them, and he just looked up lazily.

"Drink? Or something to eat..."

There was no way, Cyrus and Hermione really didn't fit in with the other people in this bar. Hermione sat there peacefully, took off her scarf and wrapped it like a shawl, and looked at the snow scene in the alley outside the window slightly.

It's like a noble lady who occasionally comes to the lower floors to experience life.

And Cyrus' sunny and friendly smile was also different from those customers in the bar who covered their faces tightly.

"What's there? Let's have something to fill your stomach."

"Hmm... lamb chops and mutton soup, drinks? I only have flame whiskey and butter beer here." The old bartender wrote 'butter beer' on the list.

"Oh yes, we have our own cups"

Cyrus took two beer glasses, which was repeatedly suggested by Professor Flitwick. When going to the Pig's Head Bar, you must bring your own glasses. It's not because of anything else, it's just dirty.

"Okay, let's go, students visiting Hogsmeade... is there anything else?" He found the boy staring at him.

"Huh? Okay...sorry, I just misread you"

When the bartender raised his head, Cyrus happened to see his eyes, which were a pair of blue eyes that seemed to penetrate everything, but the eyelids were still drooping weakly.

He glanced at Cyrus, shook his head, took Cyrus' clean beer glass and left.

"That's the goblin's blood?!" Hermione pointed to a dark red mark on the bar and said after he came back with a drink, "It looks the same as before... but the advantage is that it's quieter here"

Of course it's quiet, because there are very few guests here.

Perhaps it was also because they were young wizards that they were watched by many wizards hiding in the dark.

"Here's what you want! Boys... dementors are still walking around in the sky"

After a while, the bell, his action of placing the plates and cups was a bit vulgar, and the sound was very obvious in the small and dark room. He squinted his eyes and looked around with warning eyes.

Then he said to the two of them: "There are no guests recently, so leave as soon as you finish eating..."

"Dementors? They also blocked this place?" Hermione tasted the lamb chops. Apart from the environment, the food was one of the few bright spots. "I thought it was just to defend the school."

"Yes yes, those disgusting things... have dementors for protection? Fudge's brains were probably sucked by dementors too"

He cursed annoyedly, with vulgarity between his actions and words.

The dementors needed supplies, and the Azkaban group of prisoners had been squeezed down to the point of tasteless chewing gum, and they were wandering around Hogsmeade village using the idle job club.

"Fudge doesn't understand dementors at all..." Hermione took a sip of butter beer, the beer in this shop is not as sweet and greasy as others, "How could he put this kind of creature without much rational thinking? from"

"Is there a possibility that he actually knows, but is afraid of the dementors' rebellion?" Cyrus scooped a spoonful of hot soup from his girlfriend's bowl.

Although dementors have simple thinking and are easy to execute orders, but...they have some lessons learned from the past.

For Hermione, who has briefly experienced the dark ages, dementors, non-existent creatures driven by desire, are precisely the most dangerous. They cannot be killed, do not hurt, and feel hungry every once in a while.

How... no one actually talks about the human rights of Death Eaters? ?

Fudge is a politician who has been put on fire by various nobles and factions. He urgently needs proof, and also urgently needs a means of self-protection and troops. The departments with a clear division of labor in the Ministry of Magic are all of one mind.

Therefore, the dementors quickly became the meat and potatoes that they wanted to win over.

"You take from your own bowl!" Hermione knocked on the fork in his hand, "Bah bah!"

"I don't know why, the lamb chops in your bowl are more delicious than mine... Hiss~ Is this a theorem?" But Cyrus didn't have any dislike, "Hermione~ I've eaten all your candies. ..”

He seemed to be mocking Hermione for spitting like a child to protect her snack.

"I won't eat it for you from now on!" Hermione stepped on him lightly.

"Don't! Just let you eat mine."

Cyrus looked at her with a silly smile.

If the environment in the Hog's Head was a little better, this might be... more or less a candlelight dinner, right?

"That's not counting," Hermione said suddenly in his mind, using the Force.

'Why doesn't this count?Quiet, candlelight, date...'

'Let's talk about it when I change it! ' Hermione shook the fire ring on her hand.