The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

It's 1991.

This day Hermione didn't go out to play as usual, she hugged her favorite doll, opened the window of her bedroom balcony, stood there looking at the scenery of the small garden outside the window, her beige bed skirt pajamas were gently blown by the breeze. Swinging, fair skin, slender and powerful arms, long messy brown curly hair scattered randomly behind the head, if anyone stood outside and looked back, seeing this picture would think it was the princess in the movie looking at the scenery.

There are several books spread out on the desk, and bookmarks in the shape of oak leaves are carefully placed in the center.

Hermione looked into the distance uneasily, even the raspberries carefully pruned by her mother in her small garden no longer attracted her attention.

The reason for all this was a letter received in the morning, a letter from what was said to be a magic school.

The envelope was thick parchment, addressed in emerald green ink, had no postage stamps on it, just a wax seal, a coat of arms, a capital "h" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, A badger and a snake.

This letter broke all her arrangements. Originally, she might go to junior high school and high school with Cyrus after graduating from elementary school this year, then go to a medical school, come back to inherit her parents' clinic, and become a qualified outstanding doctor. and maybe help Cyrus finish his novel, and travel together to find new inspiration; but everything is broken, what is this?Doctors who don't know magic aren't good fiction writers?

And what about Cyrus at this time?He just graduated this year and is contributing to some novel columns, hoping that as much as possible someone can see these dusty gold.Oh~Of course, he also received a letter from the magic school, but he checked it for a long time, and found that it had no characteristics except that it was delivered by an owl, no strange smell, no similar energy floating, it said

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Federation of Wizards, First Class Merlin, Great Magician, Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Cyrus:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Cyrus wrote a reply letter and hoped that the school would send a teacher to confirm it. The father on the side looked disdainful. After the boy wrote the letter, he carefully tied it on the owl's little foot.

Cyrus stood by the window, watching the owl gradually fly away, a shadow flashed in his mind,

"I don't know what happened to her"

The letter was sent out in the morning. In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I found an elderly lady with clean and tidy clothes. She kindly nodded to Cyrus and said: "I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall, and I'm here to help you with your freshman matters"

Professor McGonagall frowned when he saw wine bottles all over the floor as soon as he entered the door.

"Sorry, I haven't gone out today, so I forgot to clean up," he hurriedly explained

Cyrus' father rushed out of the room and yelled at Professor McGonagall: "I! Never allow my son! Go! The so-called! What kind of apprentice in a magic school!"

The professor didn't speak. After all, he visited ordinary Muggle families and encountered all kinds of weird people, but such a harsh environment is still rare. He just reached out and waved a 'wooden stick' twice. The wine bottles are automatically arranged side by side, the tableware on the table returns to the sink by itself, and the messy sofa and pillows automatically return to their place.

His father was frightened, took the knife and pointed it at Professor McGonagall, looking as if he was going to die with some gangster, if his hands were not trembling.

"I just think you need to calm down" She waved the 'stick' again, and the sharp fruit knife turned into a candy stick "I am the head of Hogwarts and the professor of Transfiguration , and Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster of the whole school"

"Devil! Cyrus, come here!" The man stepped back in fear, and motioned for his son to come to him.

"Father, calm down, can you listen to this professor?" Cyrus explained from the side

Mag glanced at the young man with praise, and then said: "Your son is gifted with magic, but it will be very dangerous if he does not enter school between the ages of 11 and 12. The accumulation of magic power in his body will lead to silent magic. Appeared out of nowhere."

"Impossible! Cyrus is going to become a lawyer and a doctor in the future! It is absolutely impossible to go to your school to be a devil! I won't give you a penny!!"

Professor McGonagall thought he had returned to the Middle Ages, looked at Cyrus helplessly, and asked, "Do you have any other guardians or relatives?"

He shook his head and nodded again "I don't have any other guardians, but I often eat at my friend's parents' house, they know me well, I don't know if it's okay"

Mag thought for a while, and said, "That's the only way to go, let's go and have a look first."

"My friend's name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, let me show you the way." "Hermione Granger? I seem to remember that this is also a freshman." Cyrus was not too surprised, as expected.

The two were about to turn around, when Cyrus' father shouted behind him: "Didn't you hear? Cyrus, come back to me! I won't give you a penny to go to this place, do you hear me! Come back, You are my son! Not someone else's!!"

Cyrus turned his head, his father had a ferocious face, his chest rose and fell with his breathing, and there were still some wine stains on his clothes from last night.

"You are my father, that's all"