The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

early wednesday morning

Cyrus and Stitch being dragged up by Hermione in the utility room-turned-bedroom of Granger's house

"What time is it~" "Jikuli (I'm so sleepy)~"

Helplessly, a cat and a dog got up from the bed and prepared to wash their faces with their eyes that could not be opened. When they were still not clear, they bumped into the same wall one after another when they passed the corner.

After slugging through a bacon-and-egg sandwich and fried cod nuggets, Stitch rode atop half-closed-eyed Cyrus, where the boy at six in the morning shook his head.

"Be safe, be careful... come back early" Mrs. Granger reminded her daughter

"I know~"

Hermione put her schoolbag on her back and took the ring from the table.

Inside the Leaky Cauldron, a balding old bartender pours butterbeer for a wizard

"Tom, you should make a lot of money this time of year, right?"

The wizard looked at the full seats around and said

The bartender named Tom, with a head like a swollen walnut, was a little smug, and the wrinkles on his brows were squeezed together

There are so many people at six o'clock in the morning, all thanks to the fact that this Leaky Cauldron Bar is the entrance for Muggle freshmen, and most British Muggle freshmen will pass through here when they go to Diagon Alley

And those Muggle parents will always order a glass of non-alcoholic and refreshing butter beer because of their thanks for leading the way

Over time, the Leaky Cauldron has become an iconic place in the wizarding world, rich in oil and water.

"Not bad, thanks to the new Muggle..."

Tom just glanced at the ordinary wizard with a friendly smile, lowered his head and continued to wipe the wine glass, thinking: It would be better if he didn't have to share the share...

He is not a powerful mage, and he is a little bored when he thinks of the compulsory confiscation of the high-level people in the magic world and other pure blood.

While the wizard was drinking the drink, he was just an ordinary wizard who couldn't be more ordinary, envious of the Muggles who brought their children passing by one after another

After graduating from Hogwarts, he found an ordinary job with ordinary grades, and took sporadic silver Sickles every month. If he could, he would rather return to the Muggle world and be a normal person.

Suddenly, a string of sparks shot out of nowhere in the Leaky Cauldron, they kept circling rapidly, and then formed a round door, Hermione pulled Cyrus and stepped in through it

Everything was a little sudden, and the glass in Old Tom's hand slipped from his hand into the sink without attracting attention

Apparation?No, Portkey?Not to mention, Floo fans?There's no such thing as a fireplace! !

The portal was closed, and Hermione put her head behind her shoulders with her hands, wearing a dark blue wizard robe that was dyed in an outside clothing store, making her look even more cool and noble

Cyrus, who was wearing a chrome-yellow wizard robe, looked a little calm. He raised his arms to look at the casual wizard robe dyed by Hermione, and silently touched the top of his head.

Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief, thank goodness the hair was still there...

This was Hermione's idea. The modification of Diagon Alley's clothing store started with three silver Sickles. In order to resist and despise the monopoly of the magic world, she took the wizard's robe and ran to the tailor shop of ordinary people to dye it. GBP

Stitch looked at everything around him curiously. He only knew that he was at home just now, and he was in another place in the next second. Could it be that Cyrus, the mount, would teleport?

It popped a paw and picked its teeth, waved to the other frozen men, and rode off on Cyrus.

Ever seen Diagon Alley at six in the morning?Cyrus saw it, there was no one in the alleys, no wizards shouting in the open shops

However, some freshmen this year can still be seen walking towards Gringotts, looking around curiously

On the way to Lihen Bookstore, he bumped into a person that Hermione didn't expect, and Cyrus called him unlucky——Professor Severus Snape

He turned his back to the rising sun, his face was gloomy, and his whole body was shrouded in shadows. Cyrus thought he would just stay in the underground area of ​​Hogwarts forever all year round

"Professor Snape~" "Professor!"

Snape, who also saw the two of them, twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a muffled "hmm".

"Professor, are you here to purchase materials for this year's potion?"

curious Cyrus asked, but he soon regretted his curiosity

"Sai-le-s--if I were you, I would choose to buy some research journals quickly and pay attention to academics instead of paying attention to what I want to do here"

The old bat looked at the two, the corners of his eyes twitched a little.

"Journals?" Hermione hadn't heard of potion journals other than Transfiguration, "Professor Snape~ Do you have any recommendations?"

"The Practical Potioneer, though I don't think you'll get it...especially you, Mr. Cyrus—"

The questioner changed to Hermione, Snape just pouted,

"Master of Practical Potions" is an academic journal for wizards related to the study of potions. I heard that Dumbledore published a paper on it when he was young

After the professor finished speaking, he left immediately. Seeing the similar combination in front of him, he felt tight in his chest. Snape was very upset, and Snape just wanted to hide in his own spider's end.

Cyrus shrugged, and was dragged into the bookstore by Hermione. In addition to the prescribed few Dark Arts textbooks with names that looked like novels, they also planned to buy some new books

Hermione chose Potions, while Cyrus took the Transfiguration Journal from Transfiguration Today and Intermediate Transfiguration

Because they came too early, there is no one in the bookstore except the cashier, and there is a table and chairs in the middle of the open space

It was filled with portraits of the same man: in each picture the man was blinking outward and showing a mouthful of dazzling white teeth.

"Ha~ nerd and her little boyfriend, tsk tsk tsk~"

A familiar but nauseating taunt sounded from behind the two of them. Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she heard the title "little boyfriend", but she still frowned and turned around.

"Malfoy..."

"Ha, Cyrus, do you have the money to buy this year's book? Why don't you go to the second-hand bookstore across the street?"

Draco Malfoy is here today with his father to give the Slytherin team 2000 light wheels and add alchemy items to the club

The Malfoy family frequently appears in various things, especially Voldemort...

Cyrus looked at Malfoy who stood proudly and taunted them, thought of Voldemort, and thought of Quirrell.

The target of the ridicule didn't make any response, and Draco was a little less interesting, but Cyrus' eyes, like a calm lake, were staring at him, making Draco a little creepy

He had never seen such a look before, like... like when his father passed by the cemetery and looked at a grave that had nothing to do with him

Seeing Hermione draw out her wand, Draco looked like a frightened rabbit

"What...what are you doing? You will be warned by the Ministry of Magic, don't mess around"

"Om---"

When Draco was about to leave, he suddenly found that his legs were fixed in place. The breeze blew in from the small window of the bookstore, and the belt could not move the hem of his clothes when he passed by.

It was as if the whole person was trapped in a static force field.

Just as Hermione was about to teach her a lesson with the alder wand, Cyrus held her hand

"Don't expose it, it's not the time..."

He shook his head. If Hermione used a wand that didn't belong to him in front of Malfoy, the Ministry of Magic would definitely confiscate the wand that belonged to Quirrell.

The man who had finished shopping for his son outside returned to the bookstore. When Cyrus saw someone coming in, he immediately let Malfoy go, and then he immediately ran behind the man.

The man's long hair fell over his shoulders, and it was the same color as Draco's. He looked at the boy's blushing face, and looked at the two people in front of him strangely.

"Dad, they are Hermione Granger and Cyrus..." Draco pointed at the two men and said to the man, with anger and fear in his eyes

Mr. Malfoy took a deep look at the two. His son's tone and expression fully explained the previous unhappiness. He looked at them arrogantly, but reprimanded his son:

"Draco~ a girl and boy from a non-wizard family who outperformed you in every exam, I thought you would be ashamed"

"Father! The teachers are biased--"

Mr. Malfoy's upbringing seems to be much better than Draco's, but he said to the two of them lightly: "If you two have any unpleasantness with Draco, maybe..."

The man said coldly, the long inheritance of the Malfoy family may be due to thick skin and cruelty, but it is definitely not arrogance. If there is one less enemy, there will never be one more

From his son's previous description, Malfoy certainly knows what kind of characters these two are. In the first grade, they can speak better than the prefects, and they are very popular with the teachers. This is definitely not something his son can deal with.

Therefore, in the first grade, the man just let his son follow and slightly test,

Maybe it's another... The man sighed in his heart, and threw an olive branch at the two outstanding Muggle wizards early

"Wizard blood is worthless"

Hermione indifferently hooked a book from the bookshelf, and Malfoy, who mistook the Force for the silent spellcasting without a wand, was taken aback.

"But I don't think so"

When it came to blood, Mr. Malfoy snorted heavily, and seemed a little restless. He already knew the attitude of the two towards the Malfoy family and pure blood, so he took Draco's hand and left

Today is not only to accompany Draco to make a big purchase, but he also has business to do in Knockturn Alley

"Mr. Malfoy, do pure blood bleed?"

The man didn't turn around, but turned his head slightly, paused for a moment and took his son out the door

yes you will...