The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

At any rate, this Slughorn ball was a must.

Cyrus, wearing gloves, told Harry his conjecture while picking pods, but unfortunately, among the three of them, only Ron was not "qualified".

"I'm glad I'm not a slug..." Ron said sarcastically, only his mouth was stuck up.

But Neville should have complained more.

As soon as he heard Cyrus say "prom", he thought of the dance partner, but he squeezed his hand hard, causing the naked pods to fly out and hit Lavender in the face behind Ron .

"Hmph...I hope you have fun!" Neville shrieked, imitating Malfoy's mocking tone, "Look at those two Muggle wizards, Slughorn's Slug King and queen..."

"Traitor!" Cyrus' expression changed, and he slapped Neville on the back of the head.

Needless to say, Harry's partner is Ron's sister, of course; Cyrus and Hermione, both of them are each other's partners, even if it doesn't conform to the rules of the dance, Slughorn will not say anything.

But Neville...

The whole group was full of preoccupations, and even Hermione was absent-mindedly flipping through textbooks when it was time for self-study at night.

"As for it~"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hermione propped her head up, and fiddled with the yellowed pages of the book with the fingertips of her other hand boredly. She was still distracted, her mind was full of messy things.

"We don't usually do this, but before...I'm sorry I didn't see you"

Cyrus mistook Hermione for her excited "bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"No, I'm just thinking of a magic potion." Hermione took out a small bottle from her carry-on bag, the liquid in it was like molten gold, and looked at Cyrus maliciously.

This is the Blessing Elixir that she obtained in Potions class a while ago with superb techniques.

Legend has it that Felix Elixir is also known as the 'lucky potion' because it can make the user's wishes come true to a certain extent, and make people spend the whole day in joy, and it only takes a small drop.

Cyrus knew at this moment that he had to be on guard against Hermione.

"You said... Can Felix Elixir really affect a person's luck?" Although Hermione was paying attention to the small bottle, every word pierced his heart, "All wishes come true... just listen to it." good..."

"Is it possible, it can only make people more confident?" Cyrus moved his chair back.

"Then if, after you drink it, we continue the potion experiment, will there be a greater chance of success?"

But it was obvious that Hermione didn't just want to do this kind of thing, she just wanted to keep drinking for herself until the time came.

She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Cyrus with great speed, causing the armrests of his chair to conjure a pair of shackles, clasping his hands tightly, then got up and sat on his lap facing each other.

Warm gas penetrated into Cyrus' nose.

The tips of Hermione's nose and Cyrus's were rubbing against each other, like two cats saying hello...

"Although the potion is good, I personally insist that it is still tasteless to you!" Cyrus stammered in defense, "You know... I was just a little too excited in the morning"

But Hermione just shook her head, fiddling with the tip of her nose.

"No, no, on the contrary, I'm very happy~ But don't you really think about Felicia?"

"I don't think I need to..."

The two were charming for a while, when a series of footsteps sounded outside the office door, Hermione stood up from Cyrus like a spring, combed her hair with her fingers, and cleared her throat.

The moment the door knocked, she immediately shouted, "Come in!"

It was Zacharias Smith, whom Cyrus had made captain of the Quidditch team after Cedric had graduated, and the term's games were due next week.

This time around it might be even more chaotic and unpredictable as other schools join in.

When he came in, he saw that the two were very far away. Hermione was sitting on the office chair, and Cyrus was curled up on the window sill behind him with his legs crossed, as if he had just finished arguing, and it was eerily quiet.

Zacharias swallowed, regretting that he had come in at the wrong time.

"What about next week's game?" He stretched his neck like a giraffe, looking over Hermione's shoulder.

"Go, go, go find Krum..." Cyrus hugged Crookshanks and said in a dismissive tone, "I don't have time now, let alone the Christmas ball after the Quidditch match."

"There's no one like you!"

"While cooling down, let them have fun this semester."

In addition to classes, the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will naturally be integrated into the life here, and the most influential one is the wizard's Quidditch.

Ever since they found out that Cyrus had "retired", the teams from the four colleges were all scrambling to snatch Krum.

But Hermione was preoccupied with thinking:

If she drank Felicia, would it affect Cyrus' behavior?But inferring from the efficacy of the medicine, if it is just "confidence", it seems that there is no effect.

So... Hermione thought in her heart that giving Cyrus the Felix Felicia would have a better effect than drinking it herself.

She seldom fights with Cyrus in front of other people, and at most they are intimate with each other during meals. If Hermione is like Lavender, she can't do it...

And Cyrus, who is a little dull, seldom takes the initiative, so the effect of Felicia~

"Have you heard that Neville plans to call Hannah?" Hermione suddenly remembered the pair of short and beautiful people like butterflies.

"After all, Neville helped Hannah a lot in Herbology OWLS review last semester," Cyrus said softly, "Neville thought he was pretending to be good, and no one knew that he liked Hannah."

For the next few days, Cyrus hardly dared to eat the food that Hermione had touched.

Even in the auditorium....

He always felt that Hermione would melt that precious Felicity Elixir into the food, and then make Cyrus do some "extraordinary" things again, but unfortunately, Hermione really just added a little sobriety potion.

Christmas is getting closer and closer, snowflakes are gradually increasing, and Hogwarts is once again dyed white.

But the wizards don't have to worry about the cold outside. After class, they huddled like crazy in the auditorium. Hermione saw Ginny frowning, standing in front of Harry, holding a wand, and fiddling with those small gift boxes.

"Recently, many girls want to add love potions to desserts, I have to be careful!"

Perhaps it is the inheritance of the Weasley family, Ginny has always been careless, since the Goblet of Fire, she no longer hides, like Hermione she admires, telling those witches clearly:

Ginny Weasley just loves Harry Potter.

But Ron looked disdainful. For him, wasting time on the "Slug Club" would be better than an all-out war.

In fact, he was just sour, because Neville and Harry were fine, even Ginny was invited by Harry, he seemed to be excluded, but soon, he was chatting with Krum Forgot about it.

In the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Ron, who was the goalkeeper, hadn't joined Hufflepuff's Krum to catch the Golden Snitch, they would have won.

"Then where is the party?"

"Slughorn's Office"

At this time, Cyrus had just gotten out of his precious suitcase.