The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This morning, Cyrus got up very early, there was no other way, just because today was Hermione's birthday, and as the friendship between the two gradually deepened, she hoped that this time her birthday, Cyrus could come together Celebration, making presents all night yesterday has caused him to be in a trance now, and there are always golden threads floating around in front of his eyes.

"Is it floaters? It doesn't look like it." He carefully put the wrapped gift box into his pocket, and then looked at the watch on the wall. "Leave early, maybe you can squint for a while while waiting for her." So he briefly greeted his father, who was drinking whiskey for breakfast, and went out.

At the beginning, my father was quite disgusted with him every time he came home late, especially he was very dissatisfied with the fact that he always went to other people's houses for dinner.

It's just that Cyrus' father thinks that his children always go to other children's homes for dinner, and are sent back when they are tired from playing. The Grangers will drive Cyrus back every time, because sometimes they are tired from studying or playing. , Cyrus would fall asleep in the car, and when he was under the apartment, Mr. Wendell would gently pick him up and send him back to the door. Seeing his son being carried back by other parents, he felt an indescribable feeling Taste; Mr. Wendell embraced and supported Cyrus with his strong arms. When he fell asleep, he would be slightly stiff, and his hands would be slightly put on Mr. Wendell's neck, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Coincidentally, Mrs. Hadley happened to be the landlord of this apartment, and later learned about it through some channels, so my father was taught several times, and in the end, some rent was reduced for the sake of lovely Cyrus. Only then did he realize that this was the landlord he couldn't afford to offend, so he later gave up his last bit of pathetic self-esteem.

As long as the grades are good, it doesn't matter.

It was autumn now, but Cyrus simply put on a scarf, put his hands in his pockets, and with his head drooped, he sat on a chair and took a nap. It took a while for Hermione to wake him up.

"What did you do last night? You're in a bad mood." She took Cyrus' thin arms and walked out, "How is it? Do you like this scarf very much?"

Cyrus was dragged out by her in a daze, and rubbed his eyes with the other hand, "Scarf? I like it very much. I like everything you gave me."

Hermione glanced at him

"So you don't want to express something?" "Huh?" "...you better think about if you forgot something today"

Cyrus knew what she wanted to say, but in order to ensure that the gift had to be opened at the right time, he just shook his head blankly

"Hermione~ what did I forget, ah! I seem to have forgotten to eat breakfast"

She stopped in her tracks, and suddenly turned her head and squinted her eyes to stare at him, Cyrus was a little hairy, "What...what's wrong"

A hand grabbed a small gift box from his pocket and dangled it in front of his eyes, "Your acting is too fake" "I just want it to open at a more perfect time"

Hermione smiled, "Now it is"

Untie the small bow with dexterous hands, open the box, and there is a leaf-shaped transparent label, which is the leaf of Quercus robur, and the veins in it are neatly arranged. When the little hand touches it gently, it feels like a leaf. There is a trace of coolness and smoothness, and you can slightly feel the indentations of the veins of the leaves on the surface.Under the reflection of the sun, it reveals its crystal clear ice crystal appearance.

"I don't know if you like it or not, because it can be used as a bookmark, but if you don't pay attention, it will break"

Hermione carefully covered the box again and put it in her pocket. She didn't answer whether she liked it or not, but said, "I saw a pair of gloves a few days ago. It's going to be winter anyway. Maybe you can go and see it with me" and pulled him She continued to walk, but felt her little hands soften a little.

Since she had just come out of the boxing gym not long ago, her hands were still a little sweaty, which caused her hands to gradually loosen due to the constant pulling. Cyrus could only make his hands stronger when he saw the excited figure in front of him.

Today is September 9th, and Mrs. Monica is working hard to prepare a large table of dishes to celebrate her daughter's birthday. Cyrus has to admire Mr. Wendell's good fortune.The birthday cake was also Hermione's favorite avalanche strawberry cake, with white frosting drenched on it like snowflakes.

Hermione thinks that this is the happiest time in her life so far. This time, there are not only her parents who love her, but also a best friend. She makes a wish in her heart, hoping that this scene will last forever go down.

The girl was as excited as if she was secretly eating ice cream in winter. However, when she was making a wish, she found that she suddenly floated up, taking the two people in the living room and the doll on the sofa with her.

Mr. Wendell stared at his daughter in shock. Cyrus was taken aback by the sudden 'attack', but quickly calmed down because he could observe those golden threads more clearly. Undulate slowly and steadily like a wave.

Hermione stared at the two in bewilderment.

Cyrus also stared blankly at the girl in front of him, because he finally realized that something was wrong,

'superpower?force?Will she be a superhero?Or some archmage?Do I have to pick up the old stuff again?Which infinite universe is this? '

Cyrus didn't know, but what Cyrus could be sure of was that life might not be peaceful in the future.