The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

448. An Examination That Doesn't Look Very Important

Cyrus sincerely wants to thank Malcolm, but he seems to be back to his old self... NO!Worse than that!

"This is just the beginning...Who told you to hoard so many things?" Hermione put her hands behind her back, wearing a Scottish plaid skirt in the warm principal's office, leisurely looking at the principal's office.

But Cyrus was sitting on the headmaster's seat, burying his head in dealing with a large pile of documents...

He'd recently reinstated Hagrid and Trelawney as professors, though without official Ministry recognition, but what the hell?As long as the headmaster of Hogwarts admits it will be fine?

Now Vice-Principal McGonagall is still resting in St. Mungo’s Hospital, and Cyrus can’t help but want to shirk his duties. When he wants Principal Dai Lisi to visit and urge Professor McGonagall, the reply he gets is always:

not the right time yet.

"Principal~This is our association application form~" Hermione bypassed the old-fashioned Sorting Hat and sat sideways on his lap. Cyrus' head slowly approached, but was blocked by a stack of papers.

"Don't be funny...Didn't I sign it a long time ago?" Cyrus lowered his head, took a deep breath, and the familiar smell in his nostrils made every cell in his body jump and cheer .

"No no, I'm talking about The Jedi Order Project and Rainbow Squad"

The girl's ears turned red when she heard the titters of the principals behind her, but she still held the back of his head with her palms, rubbing her fluffy blond hair from time to time.

What surprised her was how the news got to Detective Jin even though the entire school's emails were being monitored and censored at that time.

"Oh! That's right... I almost forgot." Cyrus rummaged through the table covered with various forms and papers, and finally pulled out from a stack of documents, "This is about" Rainbow Squad' idea..."

Now that the Hogwarts owl has been reactivated, everyone can contact the outside world at any time.

Hermione looked at the plans he was going to send to the Weasley twins, and most of them were a combination of spells and Muggle weapons: such as magic jamming grenades, micro-blasting spells, shotgun explosives...

Very well, she could even see George and Fred happily holding the special equipment.

Even luckier than their father, they can get close contact with Muggles and all kinds of weapons, and even make various modifications according to their ideas at will.

'No... have to find a way to have George and Fred make the Death Star in the future'

Since Hermione is a new Sith, how could there not be a Death Star battleship of her own?

"How's your preparation for the OWLS exam?" She helped tidy up the table, making the table look less messy, and there was a spare low stool next to it, but she just wanted to sit on Cyrus' lap.

"If Professor McGonagall comes back, maybe I can review it..."

"Hey! This is the principal's office, not the tea room!" Principal Black cursed with his eyes sideways, but was pulled by Dai Lisi Devonte's goatee by the side.

And Armando Dippet, who has always been rigid, can only pretend that he didn't see anything.

Cyrus supported the girl, and hurriedly lowered the curtain to block the portrait on the wall. Now, they couldn't hear those voices, and the Sorting Hat on the side closed its eyes and snored.

Are you really sleeping?

Cyrus was thinking about whether to put it in the cabinet temporarily, after all, it always likes to eavesdrop on the secrets of the principals by pretending to be asleep...

But soon he forgot about it, because Hermione held his face with some rough palms, rubbing the tip of her nose slightly, and staring at him with those clear eyes that were as clear as ever.

This kind of look usually only appears in the eyes of a pair of people who are extremely pure: a heart can only hold one person.

But whoever returns home after a long and tiring journey, can have a hug and a kiss, and someone who is overjoyed at the return of a loved one will fill his heart more or less...

Hermione is here.... Cyrus seemed to feel that his soul had been sublimated, and his breathing became rapid due to the other party's sucking.

Two pink water snakes twisted and wrestled together.

"You don't seem to have slept well~" The girl panted slightly, her arms were hooked around his neck, her right leg slowly moved to the other side, and she sat on top of Cyrus.

"Your hands are rough too..." Cyrus held her hand, not letting her take it out, leaning on the back of the chair and said, "But it's fine, as long as it's you, it's enough."

Hermione is usually not like other girls, she doesn't pay attention to skin care and so on. In addition to Dean Flitwick's duel training, it is inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps, as well as the friction between the palm and the wand when practicing the sword pose.

But even if she didn't care, when Cyrus held her palm and clasped her palm, she was still a little reluctant...

"Yeah, that's how I am, hmph~" Hermione held her mouth, licked her lips with her tongue, she sat up straight, no matter how unnaturally Cyrus twisted, she firmly clamped her hands Legs anchor the figure.

"No, it's better to be rough... After all, the texture is unique, isn't it?" His voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Aha~ what are you talking about?" Hermione clasped his palms, opened them to both sides, pressed them against his chest, and whispered, "Should we hold hands... or..."

The long skirt was lifted up, and the smooth calves on the short boots were hooked back. The two of them were like Lian Lizhi sitting here.

"Still...you're talking about the engagement, right?" Cyrus moved his butt backwards and became dazed. If Rita Skeeter could enter the principal's office, he might see the headlines the next day up.

'The secret entanglement between the acting headmaster of Hogwarts and the woman'?

"Actually, it's just an explanation to my parents...that's your business!" Hermione stuck out her tongue lightly, and gave Cyrus a piece of apricot-flavored chewing gum. get ready"

wedding?Most luxurious diamond ring?

She doesn't care...as long as she can be with the one she loves.

If it is possible, even in the Leaky Cauldron Bar on the day of their wedding in the future, it will be enough to only have relatives and friends on the spot, drinking, playing and chatting together.

'He's done enough,' Hermione thought affirmatively, feeling the warmth of her palm.

After resting for a few days, Mercury flapped his wings and flew out the window with the new mail, and there were dozens of liberated owls.

When Cyrus and Hermione were in the principal's office, both were telling each other their missing for nearly five months, Professor McGonagall woke up early from a coma, and she lay leisurely on the white hospital bed and read the newspaper .

Behind the reading glasses is Qiang with sleepy eyes, yawning while reading the school letter.

"You don't plan to go back to school yet? Cyrus is back..." There was a framed photo on the wall of St. Mungo's Hospital, in which was Dai Lisi who came running from the principal's office. "He's a busy man now~"

"Dear Principal Dai Lisi~ I am a patient now." Professor McGonagall took a sip of coffee slowly and pushed his glasses. "Besides, he is now the acting principal in name. Isn't it reasonable to be tired?"

"He still misses you"

"Miss me? Do you want me to go back and share the duties?" The professor pursed his lips, "Don't even think about it! Just like that old man Albus!"

She is an old man with four or five stun spells in her body, so of course she has to rest for a month or two.

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