The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(No one has seen the highland terrier, hoot, God, please give me the popularity that Star Wars deserves in China!

ps: I can post the illustrations now, I’m going to draw the characters, babies~)

At the end of the game, Cyrus changed his jersey and went to the auditorium to eat something casually. At this time, he ran into Harry Potter who was also planning to go to the auditorium.

"It's dangerous, I almost lost." The two greeted each other. Although they were opponents in the Quidditch match, Harry didn't have those twists and turns. He thought Cyrus was very nice.

"Yeah, it's a pity, we missed the victory by two goals." Cyrus felt a little regretful, "It would be great if I could enter the state faster."

"Hahaha, I also narrowly won"

Ron Weasley on the side, as a loyal Quidditch fan, seemed more excited, "In terms of speed, you should be the fastest in the Hogwarts Quidditch competition."

Cyrus said hello, with a piece of toast in his mouth, and was about to go to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor to wait for Hermione, but he saw Professor Quirrell on the stairs in the hall,

He tightened his body, put his hands together, and wrapped the wizard robe tightly around his body from time to time, when he saw Cyrus walking out of the auditorium,

"Oh, hey! Cyrus" Professor Quirrell first looked around and found no one paying attention to him, so he greeted Cyrus,

"Professor?" Cyrus felt a little surprised, and hurried over, "Professor, what do you want?"

Quirrell took the bread he handed over with some embarrassment, "Just... that is, see if you have... have time,"

"Yes, we still go to the eighth floor..."

"No no no, don't go there" It's lunch time after the game, people gather in the lounge or auditorium, even in the lobby, there are not many people now, "I...I found a more interesting.. Room"

Cyrus was a little curious, Professor Quirrell didn't look like a student of Ravenclaw College at all,

Looking for secrets in the castle on the grounds of inspection, Gryffindor called the expert directly.

Professor Quirrell probably saw his eyes, scratched his nose in embarrassment, and walked towards the marble stairs. Cyrus behind him followed his footsteps,

"You...you know, I was a student of Ravenclaw, when I was a student..." He walked ahead and said to himself, "So, you can see...as me now. ...is...to complete the regret that I left behind because of...cowardice."

"After all, professor... night... night tour is reasonable" and made a little joke by the way,

He followed the professor like a headless chicken and opened several secret doors, and came to the fifth floor. Professor Quirrell opened a door. Behind the door looked like an abandoned classroom—desks and chairs were piled up in a mess. In the corner, there is no light, only the sunlight coming in from a few uncurtained windows.

But right in front of the classroom door, there is a tall floor-to-ceiling mirror with a particularly gorgeous appearance, glowing with golden light, and it is also engraved with unknown runes and decorations.

On the top of the mirror is engraved a line: "erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi",

"erisss....what does this... mean?" Cyrus didn't understand

Professor Quirrell stared at it blankly for two seconds, then waved his wand and rearranged the words on it, "This is its original meaning, the most urgent and strongest desire in my heart",

"This is the...Mirror of Erised, rumor has it...it...was made before the 19th century," Quirrell introduced the boy, "but...but no one knows who it is ... who made it," the professor held his shoulders and pushed him to the mirror,

"Go... have a look, it can see... see the... desire in a person's heart" Professor Quirrell reminded him, "but...but don't be... addicted"

Cyrus stood in front of the mirror, he was also a little curious, listening to the professor's introduction, just like the mirrors and illusions in fairy tales, when he stepped forward, the mirror did not reflect his own figure,

The mirror surface fluctuated and rippled,

The picture emerged - Cyrus was sitting in a medieval European-style room, with matches burning in the fireplace, a silver and white sword and several cylindrical handles were hanging on the wall, and a white wizard was hanging on a hanger robes and yellow monk's robes;

There were several familiar figures sitting around the fireplace, Mr. Gu Yi and Gandalf drinking tea, chatting and laughing, and Anakin in black armor reclining on a single chair;

The tea set is automatically adding tea and boiling water, and there are several photo frames on the table. The photo inside is a group photo of everyone, and the other is a two-person photo of Hermione and him; Cyrus, who is warming up, looks at him outside the mirror. Smiling and waving, everyone nodded towards him,

And the picture stopped with Anakin pressing his palms together.

"Cyrus... Cyrus?"

Quirrell, who was standing beside him, shook him as he noticed Cyrus burst into tears, two streams of continuous tears,

At the end of the picture, he could hear Professor Quirrell calling him,

"You...what did you see?" the professor frowned and asked him, "I yelled for a minute, but you didn't...no response"

"I..." Cyrus wiped his tears with his sleeves, lowered his head, "I saw everyone, and they were very happy, what about you, Professor?"

Quirrell was a little silent, he looked at the mirror, with his hands behind his back, "I... I saw that I have learned a lot of... magic, whether it is... black magic or... or white magic... .”

Suddenly he closed his eyes,

"Cyrus, what do you think... of the Dark Arts"

Turning his head to look at his students,

"Except for the black magic that pollutes me, I think everything has to do with my own behavior." Cyrus gave him a relieved answer, "I can use black magic to kill an unforgivable criminal, or I can use black magic to kill an unpardonable criminal. Bring happiness to people with white magic”

"You...do you know...when did I come into contact with black magic?" Professor Quirrell said quietly,

The boy's words made him think of some old things, "When... when I was a student... I was not... unpopular, after... I was bullied, so I. ..to teach myself black magic to protect myself”

"I can teach you..." The boy was a little unimaginable, the professor's experience can be described as twists and turns,

"Yes...yes, professors...but...don't care about this." Quirrell clenched his fists a little thinking of these things,

Cyrus held the professor's white fist due to too much force, and he didn't feel any disgust, just like Hermione did when she was a child, only pain can better stop the violence against him.

"Cy... Cyrus, thank you" but the reason for the thanks is only known to Quirrell,

"Oh, by the way, professor, my book..." He remembered that his notebook was still in the hands of the professor,

Quirrell let go of his fist, pulled out his hand and patted Cyrus, "First...let me...then keep it",

At this time, he frowned and asked, "Is there anything in your pocket?"

"Well..." Cyrus touched and shook his head, "Nothing"

So he took Cyrus out of the classroom, closed the door again, and before leaving, he looked back again.

.....

"Hermione~~" Cyrus came to the Room of Requirement, and threw himself on the plush carpet, feeling the warmth,

"Huh? Our hero is back~" Hermione had just finished writing the letter, and was drawing out a copy of "Defense Against the Dark Arts" to memorize the spell.

The room is not as cold as outside, and there is a warm fireplace inside, so she took off her warm snow boots; the loose plush trousers can lie on the sofa casually, with elegant Erlang legs,

When Cyrus was lying on the rug beside the sofa, Hermione put down her raised legs and stepped on his back. Because of her boots, Hermione's wool socks were a little wet.

The air is filled with the aroma of ink and purple lavender in the pages of the book, and there is a slight smell of sweat.

He had been playing games all morning, and he was a little lazy after having lunch, and he didn't care about Hermione's gentle stamping on him, just curled up on the carpet with a scarf on like a cat,

Why don't you lie on the sofa?A leather sofa is as comfortable as a plush rug!

Hermione thought she had an extra soft foot warmer, and waved her hand to make the gramophone on the side play. They had plenty of time to talk on weekends,

Cyrus took a nap listening to the sound of music and the crackling sound of burning matches. Hermione saw that he was asleep, so she stuffed her little feet in short socks under his body,

Feeling the warmth, she nodded in satisfaction and continued to read the book.

When Cyrus woke up, he felt that there was a furry thing under his head. He took a closer look and found that when he was asleep, he was unconsciously holding Hermione's ankle with his left hand, and his right hand was on her left foot. Raising his head in a panic, he found that there was still a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Enough sleep?" Hermione closed the book with a smile at this moment, looked at him with her chin in her hands, then raised her calf in a little disgust,

Glancing at the wet trace, Cyrus panicked,

Hermione kicked him twice, pulled out her wand, "scourgify"

Cyrus was the first to speak: "I know a very magical mirror!" He needed to find a topic, otherwise he would inexplicably owe another request because of this 'spit incident'.

"Mirror?" Hermione pulled up the shawl on her body again, shook her curly hair, leaned against the arm of the sofa, put her legs together, and lay on her side, looking at Cyrus who was still sitting on the ground,

"Yes... yes... the Mirror of Erised! Yes, this is it." Cyrus found himself successful, "Today Professor Quirrell took me to an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor"

The two words 'magic mirror' aroused her interest, "Is it the one in Grimm's fairy tales?"

"It's much more interesting than that!!"

"Okay..." But she tapped his head with a book, "Then let's barely count it as a request this time~"

"..."

In this confrontation, Cyrus lost again.

Hermione waved her hand and put the book back to its original place, and held out her hand, Cyrus immediately got up and took it, the girl agreed with a "hmm",

There was no one on the fifth floor in the afternoon. The two bypassed the crowd, followed Cyrus to the abandoned classroom at noon, opened the door, and the golden mirror was still standing in the middle.

"What I show is not your face but your desire" the boy introduced her,

Hermione walked to the mirror curiously, as Cyrus said, her face was not shown,

It was another scene - she was sitting on a tall chair, her parents were standing on her left side, holding hands, looking at her with proud eyes; Cyrus was standing behind her chair with her hands behind her back ;there was a cheering crowd below, some wizards and ordinary people; at this time, Cyrus took out a crown from behind and put it on her head, and at the same time, leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"Ah!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly as if frightened, and even Cyrus beside him trembled.

"What's wrong? What you desire is scary?" Cyrus took two deep breaths to calm down,

"No...no..." Hermione blushed a little, she quickly covered it,

"Hermione, Cyrus, I didn't expect to see you here." At this moment, an old voice came from behind, and the two of them looked like cats with fur. Looking back, it was Principal Albus Dumbledore, He waved a little hello to the two of them.

"Teach...profess...we.."

Headmaster Dumbledore walked up to the two, patted them, and signaled to relax, "It doesn't matter, you just discovered one of the secrets of this school"

Cyrus looked at the old man in front of him. This was the first time he had observed the headmaster at close range. His long gray beard was pulled to his chest, and there was a small old round glasses on his nose; The half-moon-shaped blue eyes are like ice crystals in a snowy sky, always smiling at the students; there is also a wizard's pointed hat on his head.

"Gandalf..." Cyrus couldn't help but speak out, he was so much like his teacher,

Dumbledore tilted his ears, thinking he had heard wrong, "What? Gandalf?"

"No...it's nothing, I accidentally mistook it for an old man I knew before"

The cheerful Dumbledore was a little curious, "Looks like me?"

"Yes, he often said 'We cannot decide our own destiny, what we have to decide is how to choose in the midst of suffering'"

"Then he must be a great wise man...haha" the principal applauded lightly, "I really hope to know him"

Hermione turned her head and glanced at the Mirror of Erised, "Does it really show the desire of the heart?"

Dumbledore nodded, and said softly: "It shows the most urgent and strong desire in people's hearts, but people waste their time in front of it, obsessed with what they see"

"So, what did you see in the magic mirror?" Dumbledore asked the two,

"I saw myself standing on the stage, and many people cheered for me." Hermione left some details; "I saw many people talking around the fireplace, what about you?" Professor Cyrus was a little curious

Dumbledore blinked, "I-I saw I got a lot of woolen socks, you know, I can't even get a new pair of socks for Christmas"

"Okay, children, don't indulge in vain excessively, go back~" Dumbledore waved his hands towards the two, "Oh, by the way, I heard from Professor Flitwick that you seem to have encountered a research bottleneck. This book may be of help to you..."

Dumbledore took out a book from his sleeve, the cover looked very worn, and the corner of the book had engraved metal patterns; he threw it casually, and the book that seemed to be falling apart fell into the hands of the two of them,

Hermione turned to the first page, and there were a few runes on it, with many notes in English next to it.

"Wow, thank you professor!" The two left the classroom,

Hermione was a little surprised, she didn't expect to get some unexpected rewards from a trip with Cyrus, magic mirror... magic mirror?Mirror!

"Cyrus, Cyrus, who's the prettiest girl in this school?"

The coldness climbed up his back, the warning of the original force was pricking his scalp like a needle,

"Hermione! Hermione Granger is the prettiest girl in this school"