The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Before lunch began, Cyrus took the Grangers and the Delacours back to the Burrow.

"This is my wife, Apolline." Mr. Delacour slid down from the dragon's tail with trembling legs, with a smile on his face, "If I remember correctly, Brother Bill's work and the dragon's related?"

Furong rushed up and hugged her parents.

"He's Cyrus, I told you..." She took their hands and said cheerfully, "This Norwegian Ridgeback hasn't even seen Charlie Weasley"

Cyrus sat on the dragon's back, with his feet dangling, and raised his eyebrows at Hermione in the crowd.

However, after Mrs. Delacour walked up lightly and leaned over to kiss Mrs. Weasley, she turned her eyes to Cyrus who had just brought them over, and she whispered a few words to her husband.

She was then heard yelling, "Gabriel! This is my little girl... I'm sure you've seen her, I mean... Maybe you can show her around if you're bored alone? "

Mr. Granger, who had been joking with Mrs. Delacour all the way to ease his tension, was not happy now.

He stood beside his wife without saying a word, and his face showed the scene of sitting by the bedside of a friend, and this "friend" must have that kind of cancer that cannot be cured...or in the terminal stage!

"Mien!" He suddenly pushed his daughter, "This is the first time I've ridden a fire dragon. When Cyrus lived with you, why didn't you tell me this secret?!"

Obviously, he did it on purpose.

Gabrielle is simply a miniature version of Fleur Delacour, with waist-length silver-white long hair, fluttering eyelashes, and eyes that seem to be able to discharge electricity.

"Cyrus... Cyrus... I think I've heard the name before" Mr. Delacour said in a low voice, "but this is still too much trouble for you, riding a dragon? I bet no wizard has Qualified to do so!"

When the three parents got together, Mrs. Granger only lost in appearance compared to Apolline Delacour.

But there is no way to do it, even if they are both women, when Apolline smiles, Mrs. Granger will also sigh, followed by jealousy and shame...

Fortunately, elsewhere, Monica Granger was ready early.

"You're charming," Mrs. Granger said in French with a thick accent.

"Thank you, your clothes are also very beautiful..." Apolline shook her wand, smoothing Mrs. Granger's messy hair, "This kind of craft is enough to sell twenty gold galleons in the wizarding world." up"

After that, some people started to build tents and seats for the wedding.

The grass in the entire backyard became very flat, and when Cyrus and Hermione first came here, the grass in front of the Burrow was full of pits dug by ghouls and goblins.

The two sides of the gatehouse are full of fluttering shrubs, whose leaves sway in unison, forming a kind of ripple in the breeze.

It was a lively day, and the sound of their conversation in the yard attracted the Dursleys next door all the time. When Cyrus turned his head, he could see Dudley's fat face lying by the window.

But then he disappeared again, and then the curtains were closed.

Cyrus guessed that Vernon must have forbidden him to see these 'weird' dealings.

Although Delacour looked very dignified, in fact, they only paid some attention to the matter of doting on their daughter, and the rest of the things were almost arranged by the Weasley family.

But Ginny was like a gatekeeper, staring at Gabriel all the time.

"Look... she's always looking at Harry, how can she look like a guest?!" Ginny said angrily as she sat beside Hermione.

"Is it possible that people are just curious?" Hermione said tentatively, "After all, Harry's name is not only spread in England... plus the previous Goblet of Fire match"

"If she'd stared at Cyrus like that, you wouldn't have felt so!"

Cyrus on the side ate in a much quieter voice to avoid getting angry... not because of Ginny's words, but because Mr. Granger was also being reprimanded by his wife.

The reason is that when he came here, he kept nagging Madame Delacour.

But if it's really lively, it depends on the day when the wedding started. Most of the Order of the Phoenix came. Cyrus was actively preparing for the seating arrangement. While he was resting, a cat emerged from the bushes.

Cyrus' eyes lit up, he has always had little resistance to fluffy animals.

"Oh~ who dropped you? Huh?"

Cyrus took out some fish crackers from his pocket, and the cat squinted at him, turning its head away in disgust, as if to indicate that this kind of snack was an insult to it.

Standing behind him, Dumbledore opened his mouth, and finally chose to turn around and walk into the Dursley temporary residence.

But Cyrus regarded this behavior as "the cat's restraint", so he squatted down unwillingly and kept poking the cat's mouth with biscuits.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Petunia Dursley open the door. Her expression looked indifferent. She didn't know what Dumbledore had said to her, so she let the professor in with a sad face.

"Sometimes I really don't understand how your brain discovers that knowledge." A cold voice called Cyrus back to God.

This familiar reprimand... and the teasing eyes of the people around...

The shadow cast by the sun covered Cyrus, and the force in his heart kept warning, and finally, he regretted it, and Cyrus grabbed his right hand with his left hand and pulled it back.

"Mc...Professor McGonagall?"

How silly of him...really...he should have found out it was a tabby.

"You can keep that biscuit for yourself. If I remember correctly, it was taken from my office!" Professor McGonagall glared at him and questioned bluntly.

Seeing Cyrus pretending to be dumb, Mag gritted his molars and poked his head with his index finger: "How many times is this?"

"The...third time, Professor..." Cyrus actually thought about it seriously.

"Do you think I'm praising you? You don't have any memory, and the fish in the black lake are smarter than you!" She wiped the debris from her lips, which were rubbed off by Cyrus.

Cyrus seemed to be in the spotlight at the moment, and even Harry and Sirius teased him disrespectfully for being a 'cat lover'.

But the corner of McGonagall's mouth hooked up secretly, which was seen by Cyrus when she turned to leave. Obviously, Professor McGonagall saw Cyrus slacking off and deliberately came to tease him.

The whole wedding was held in the open air in the yard in front of Weasley's house.

White roses built a door, Fleur stood inside, and Bill had been dazed by his brother Charlie and Gemini, looking at his wife with a flushed face.

But no one planned to start, Cyrus knew that they were waiting for Headmaster Dumbledore.

"It's been a long time, everyone! The old man just has a lot of things..." After about 15 minutes, Dumbledore came out of the Dursley's house.

To Hermione's surprise, not only Dumbledore, but Petunia, who had her head down and couldn't see her expression, and Vernon, who had a bad face, followed him out.

Cyrus clapped his hands, and the roses were blown into petals by a gust of wind, jumping up from the branches and the ground.

With a dragon's roar, flames spewed from Smaug's mouth, and the flames burned the white rose petals, but did not reduce them to ashes for a moment.

Like a golden rose... no, it should be a flower of fire...

Harry and Ginny walked in front of Bill, holding hands, and the petals of flaming flowers fluttered between them. For a moment, Hermione was also fascinated.

Cyrus can always do something new~

At this moment Petunia raised her head and stared blankly at the wedding scene, especially when she saw Harry and Ginny walking in the front holding hands, the smile on her face was something she had never seen before.

"I thought that when wizards got married, they chanted spells and danced some weird dances," Vernon muttered.

But it was rare for Petunia not to disagree, which made Vernon a little embarrassed for a while.

Dumbledore looked sleepy, his eyes opened slightly as if he was trying to cheer himself up, but his clothes were changed into what he thought was the most stylish:

Gandalf the Grey, Limited Edition.

"I thought...you missed it once before, maybe you shouldn't miss it this time." Dumbledore tilted his body and said in a sleepy voice, "Except for Cyrus' opening, there is probably not much difference." ..."

"Is this magic?" Petunia raised her hand, and a burning golden petal landed on the back of her hand, but she didn't feel any discomfort.

"Lily...it's a pity for you, really, she wishes you could come..."