The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

（聊天室：9-1-5-2-8-5-9-0-6-）

A Room of Requirement is a good place, it can meet the needs of those who come in at any time, and at the same time it will not be disturbed by people.

After Cyrus sorted out the information and put away the combat chess pieces, it was already night, he reclined on the bench, while Hermione frowned slightly, looking at the letter from her parents.

In the separate letter sent by Mr. Granger, it was about Annie Klein's situation. At the end and beginning, it was emphasized that Hermione should not inform her for the time being.

Everything will be discussed when the two come back at Christmas.

The entire study room is based on blue, with a dark blue carpet, a gray-blue sofa, and Hermione's cornflower-blue skirt; the only yellow is the flickering fire in the fireplace.

Hermione sat on the side of the sofa by herself, unbuttoned the plush boots, then put her feet away, stretched them with her hands, and took off the black stockings, and swung her arms to Sailor Si's body.

"It's Potter and the others playing in a few days... so isn't Hufflepuff just next week?"

The corners of Hermione's mouth were raised slightly, her legs were squeezed together inside the back of the chair, and she lifted Cyrus' slightly stiff head up so that it could press down on her skirt.

"Hmm..." Cyrus was a little at a loss as he held the sock she had thrown onto his arm, but the cat's paw pattern on the bottom made him scratch a little bit.

"It's Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw..."

Before coming here, the two of them had already finished taking a shower in their respective dormitories. Hermione's body exuded the scent of milk, which made Cyrus always take the opportunity to take a deep breath every time he spoke.

"So you want me to cheer for you? We are the opposing camp~"

"Ha! You said it yourself..."

Cyrus gently wrapped her fingers around the soft and smooth stockings, and hit her thighs twice with her forehead.

"But what I'm talking about is just a surprise, not cheering~"

Hermione smiled and lifted the knee that was pressed under him, pressed it against his chest, and pulled up the slipping wine red scarf.

"I'm the one who made war chess, can't Hermione secretly cheer me up?"

"So haven't I already rewarded him?" She raised her chin, feeling extra satisfied with Cyrus who was gradually getting ashamed and angry.

"It's not—a reward!" Cyrus threw the sock on the table.

His head was against Hermione's body, and he tried his best to push it up. He only felt that his head hit something soft, and before he could react, Hermione hugged him.

"Okay, okay~ I've already prepared for your Quidditch."

But for now, let her take a good look...

Hermione lay lazily halfway, cupping his face with a smirk.

In the dream, she told the figure that she didn't care, but did she really?The man... said her dream was a prophecy of the future.

The helpless and stubborn face gradually merged with the face covered with mud and blood.

"Then what is your help to me!"

Cyrus' question brought her back from her thoughts.

"I can't, let's talk about it when the time comes..." Hermione moved her body, looked at the golden hair ball tightly wrapped around her body, and rolled her eyes.

The squeeze on her chest made her face turn red.

But who is she?She was Cyrus' Lord Hermione, the girl's arms slowly moved from his neck to his waist, hugged him tightly not to be outdone, and lifted him up by the way.

"Master Hermione~ If I lose the game, what's the difference from losing your face? You don't want me to lose this year's champion, do you?"

"Tsk" Well, she compromised.

Hermione leaned back as much as possible to free up an area, took off the scarf with her retracted hands, put it on the two of them, and then hesitated on the buttons of the neckline.

The golden retriever cat lying on her body saw a yellow and black stripe on the collar.

Oh my god... Gu Yi is above, it won't be what he thinks...

"But let me add that I am not a traitor to Ravenclaw..."

After opening the robe, she unbuttoned the first and second buttons of the shirt inside, revealing the innermost layer of thin pajamas, the color of which was exactly Hufflepuff's yellow-black color.

Following the girl's movements, a part of her skin was exposed, feeling the warmth of the fire, and Xiaotian, who was stunned, swallowed hard.

"You... how long have you been preparing?"

"I just changed it today~ how about it?" Hermione shyly buttoned her shirt again.

It had to be said that in the clearly separated colleges, Hermione's behavior was even more rebellious, and she even began to scold herself for being reckless in her heart.

“Very... ahem... very good, I like it very much”

The long legs were split under the skirt, one leg was erected in the middle of Cyrus's legs, and the other was on the outside, wrapping tightly around his lower body like a water snake.

"Now you can win?"

"Of course~"

Under the beautiful firelight of the fireplace, the two gradually approached. Cyrus propped himself up with his arms, and rubbed his forehead against the girl's chin.

Hermione's hair was dry and comfortable after taking a shower, and the firelight set off her proud figure. The minister's somewhat disobedient actions were regarded by the queen as normal intimacy.

"But, my minister, for whom are you winning?"

"Of course it's for you..."

He could feel the heat rising in his ears, and Hermione was blowing badly, like she was blowing to cool down before eating a soft dessert.

"Hermione...I'm not candy!"

"No, you are cat candy~"

"What about you?" Cyrus wanted to fight back, but didn't know where to start.

"Me? Of course I'm the one eating dessert..." But Hermione's lips just touched the tip of his ear, "Come on next week, I'll keep it that day"

Fingertips moved up and down along his back, the thin wizard robe and the shirt inside made the touch feel more light, and Cyrus directly took a breath.

His astral body almost burst out of the Tianling Cap.

"It's getting late..." Hermione pushed him reluctantly, sat up, and looked at the Room of Requirement that had been with the two for almost a year.

I have to say, much better than in the Ravenclaw lounge.

But Hermione didn't get up immediately, but straightened her legs, put one foot on Cyrus' chest, and put the other foot in his hand.

"My dear minister, please help me put on my socks~" Hermione waved her hand, and she opened the flower folding fan on the desk, half covering her reddish cheeks, elegant and charming.

Her half-closed eyes are as sweet as crescent moons, and with the blue brooch next to the collar, Hermione is like a classical girl emerging from an oil painting.

Cyrus put the cat scratching socks on tremblingly, and when her fingers accidentally rubbed against her tender ankles, Hermione would still stretch her legs coquettishly, rubbing vigorously on his chest.

Hermione thought her face was already steaming like a character in an animation.

She raised her toes to make it easier for Cyrus to put them on, and the socks pulled over her almost perfect arch, and then fitted the muscles of her calf, Cyrus couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.

Like octopus tentacles in the depths of a calm black lake, making the lake surface slightly rippling.

"Thank you~" Hermione saw through Cyrus's little thoughts at once, and there was a ripple in her heart, a wonderful feeling...

Finally, the two walked out of the Room of Requirement, and after Cyrus sent Hermione back to the lounge, he returned to the bed and looked at the shadow of the reed through the window.

I can't help but stretch out my hand, the delicate and soft touch...

Cyrus thought he might lose sleep tonight.

(I can't wait for the confession at the end of the second part, I want to let go!!)