The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The windows of the office are closed, and the cold wind outside the window cannot pass through the barrier

The fire in the fireplace was burning, the wood made a white noise of "crackling", the sound of black tea being poured into a small cup, and the sound of Dean Flitwick chewing a small biscuit relieved the slight nervousness of the two people who came to the office

Professor Minerva McGonagall's office looks very simple, with some candles hanging on the top of the low bookshelf and the stone wall

The hot tea with a hint of sweetness flowed to the stomachs of Cyrus and Hermione, and the two of them could not feel any chill from the night.

After a while, after the two of them relaxed in the warm atmosphere, Professor McGonagall spoke slowly

"Cyrus..." Her small eyes quickly glanced at Felius, "Your transfiguration paper last semester greatly exceeded my expectations---"

"This is your paper. I have made some comments on it. The theory in some places is still immature, such as 'concrete application examples in actual combat', but it is very hopeful that it will be published in "Transfiguration Today" after completion."

Professor McGonagall just sat on the chair, and a few pieces of yellow paper flew to the boy's hand automatically,

Hermione focused slightly, but this was within her expectation. After all, Cyrus was a bit higher than her in the theory of spells thanks to the help of Professor Quirrell last semester.

Not to mention, this was raised by her... Whenever Hermione thinks of this, Hermione will feel a little proud, and he hasn't let himself down too much

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, like a crescent moon, the firelight from the fireplace shone on her face, and her eyes were shining brightly.

"Okay...okay, to be honest, some of them are my guesses, just like recently I was studying whether the transfiguration spell can be transformed on certain spells"

Cyrus was a little happy. As a student, his thesis or homework could be recognized by the professor. Of course, there is a kind of excitement of being recognized

Professor McGonagall held the cup and used the movement of drinking tea to hide his equally happy expression. The fingers at the bottom of the cup tapped the tray lightly

"Miss Granger, Cyrus, uh... We discussed it. From Monday to Wednesday, Cyrus will learn Transfiguration from Professor McGonagall. How about you come to my club on Thursday and Saturday?"

Dean Flitwick turned his head to look at the students of his own college, and said the plan he and Minerva made together, but the premise also needs the consent of the students

"Okay~Professor!" Hermione had no reason to refuse, this is a major matter related to her studies,

But there is one thing that makes her a little unhappy, definitely not because Cyrus is going to leave her side to study alone...huh~

"Then you remember to call Cyrus every time?" Flitwick worried that Cyrus would never forget a certain cat, so he shifted his focus to Hermione.

His little feet stopped shaking, and several biscuits flew onto the tray of Hermione's teacup. Professor McGonagall, who was beside him, was unhappy and coughed a few times.

In fact, not only the little wizard knows the secrets of Cyrus and Hermione, but even the professors are no exception. They have always paid attention to the two students, not to mention hearing other people's comments on the road

Even Snape, who didn't think about other things, could tell that the two often sat and walked together, but couldn't the other three deans see it?

Professor McGonagall said: "It's okay, Miss Granger can study with Cyrus every Wednesday"

What a trick, Felius, a beauty trick?It's a pity that it's useless, she will buy it together with Hermione~

But the two little wizards who didn't know they were fighting could only nod in agreement with the professor. This is the teaching of the contemporary spell dueling masters and transfiguration masters!

Hermione excitedly grabbed Cyrus' little hand that was hanging on the armrest of the chair, but just as she grabbed it, she suddenly thought that this was the professor's office, so she could only release it in embarrassment

It's a pity that this instant change still cannot escape the eyes of the two deans

little angel?Mag looked at Cyrus with his head bowed and his ears were a little red, remembering the nicknames he heard from other people when he was walking on the road, and smiled inexplicably

It still looks very appropriate~

"Cyrus, you have too many things to do this semester, so I won't consider your Transfiguration Club assessment for the time being."

The kind Mag is considerate of him.

Dean Flitwick checked that the time was almost up, so he asked the two to prepare to go back. Just as Cyrus was about to get up, the dean saw the aspen wand stuck in his waist

"Well... that... Quirrell's wand... is with you..."

Hearing Flitwick's question, Cyrus hesitated for a long time and remained silent for a long time. He was just worried that the wand would be taken away.

"You don't have to be afraid, hey~ I just made sure, Quirrell..." Flitwick shook his head, "If you take it, use it well."

Professor McGonagall got up and pushed them to the door, and gently pressed Cyrus and Hermione's shoulders with his slightly wrinkled hands. After the door opened, he stopped pursing his lips.

"Since Professor Dumbledore has no objection, then I won't delve into it. Well, rest early."

The two walked out of the room like a dream. The first night of school has experienced too much, but it is worth celebrating after all.

Quirinus Quirrell's wand has been certified and preserved.

It's an hour and a half before curfew,

Hermione, who walked out of the room, took Cyrus' hand, tilted her head, her curious eyes blocked the actual cunning

"Where are you going?" She held Cyrus' hand, stood at the stairs and held Cyrus who was about to go underground, "I promised you, and I won't go back on it~"

"But Stitch was asleep... ahem..."

Cyrus felt a small change in the touch of her neck, but she just turned and took the boy's hand and walked upstairs

He can only pull up the collar

Walking all the way to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, Hermione opened the door and pushed him and Stitch inside.

This is a small study room with only one sofa, the fireplace and candles are automatically lit when they enter, and the whole decoration is Hermione and Ravenclaw blue.

The sleeping Stitch was placed on the rug in front of the fireplace, while Cyrus was thrown onto the sofa by Hermione's collar, and the girl sat next to his head

The only low-leg sofa in the den was a loveseat that Hermione had specifically requested.

She sat beside her and gently placed the golden hairball on her thigh. Cyrus, who didn't dare to move, turned his head to the outside, and the temperature of his cheek suddenly rose due to the elastic and soft thigh.

The long skirt under the school robe can't insulate the heat,

The light from the fire merged with the drunken red cloud on Hermione's face, and the straps of the leather boots undid by themselves, revealing the feet in the midnight blue socks, the calves were brought together, and folded towards Cyrus

The whole body sat on the sofa, bowed and blew lightly towards the boy's ear, and the naughty little feet got into the boy's palm

"It's already a second grade... Huh~ Are you comfortable?"

The sound in his ears is very small, and the sound of continuous blowing and the white noise environment formed by the firewood make him very comfortable

"Shu...comfortable" Although Hermione usually tortured him, but at the same time took care of herself like a sister

Cyrus put his hands on his chest, the socks in his hands were warm, and the airtightness of the leather boots made them a little wet,

"Be more obedient in the future, and I will reward you ~ Phew ~ For example..."

As he spoke, he put a strawberry hard candy into his mouth, pointed at Cyrus' lips, and rubbed his toes through the socks against his palm

Although Hermione was confident, she looked at her beloved and ignorant cat, and thought that what her friend said at the banquet was correct, and she retracted her fingertips and slid across the necklace

"What... what reward! I said... I don't like it!!"

It's smooth and moist at the same time, this kind of touch makes Cyrus feel a little palpitating, and the feeling that time seems to be slowed down makes him a little dizzy

"Don't quibble, it's okay, I can understand you~" She comforted the other party with a pitiful tone

A warm little snake wrapped around his neck, gently tugging and playing with Cyrus' necklace.

approaching curfew,

The door of the Room of Requirement was opened, and Cyrus hugged Stitch, who didn't know anything, and was helped out by Hermione.

After parting from her at the intersection, I walked towards the lounge with a confused mind

Hermione, on the other hand, stood by the door knocker, leaning on the stone railing of the tower with both hands, letting the cold evening wind help her cool down.