The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On the second day of Christmas, Cyrus was still sleeping in. The curtains were pulled tight by Stitch as early as last night, which resulted in a person and a dog hugging each other to sleep.

But in the end, Hermione woke up with a pillow.

"Hermione?" Cyrus opened his sleepy eyes hard, and Hermione was already standing by the bed.

She drew the curtains aside, and the light made Stitch and Cyrus pull the covers over their heads.

"Did we sleep so long last night..."

Hermione admitted that she did play a bit late last night, but that's no reason!Unexpectedly, Hermione pulled the quilt, and Cyrus only felt a sudden chill on his upper body.

"Hermione!! I'm not dressed yet!"

The drowsiness was violently dispelled by Hermione, and Cyrus pushed Hermione out in embarrassment. This time, the girl didn't use the force to resist, because... she didn't feel that she was at a disadvantage?

"Tch~ Who cares! Who told you to sleep naked..." She muttered, until she was pushed out of the door, she gradually blushed.

Well... so white, and she didn't expect Cyrus to be... quite strong?Is it just that you usually look thin and small?Hermione shook her head, trying to forget the glimpse.

After getting dressed, Cyrus came to the living room with a strange expression on his face.

It was already twelve o'clock in the noon when he woke up, and the Grangers had just cooked Chinese food. After eating, Cyrus quietly took out a small gift box from the luggage box.

Cyrus put away the presents and waited until the Grangers were resting in the living room before running to Hermione's bedroom.

"My gift?" Hermione lowered her head and untied the blue ribbon on the gift box, "I thought you forgot...huh~"

"How is it possible!" Cyrus stood aside restlessly.

Hermione opened the box curiously, and peeled away the wood chips covered inside. What lay inside was a bronze-colored metal ring with a garnet spar inlaid on it.

The entire ring is smooth, and it was forged by Cyrus with the flames from Smaug. The flames with a little magical nature made the metal look like it was plated with gold, and there was a circle of fine lines on it.

And the red spar is what was left over from the last Halloween ball.

That's right!This Ring of Fire is ready to go as early as Halloween.

I just don't know how many magical animals Smaug robbed in those few nights, I'm afraid he visited the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione's heart hung up the moment she saw the ring, and she carefully put it on her middle finger. The ring was not too big or too small, and it just fit her finger.

"You...?" Hermione tried to stimulate energy, a small cluster of flames floated around her, and disappeared in front of her with a slight wave.

She watched Cyrus blushing, mouth pursed, eyes fixed on the floor and her little leather boots.

Ha~ It seems that someone is not too stupid.

"Here...it's for you." Hermione was stunned for a while, and took out a small box from the drawer, which was full of chocolates, but it didn't look so unsatisfactory on the outside.

"Hey, if you want, I can follow the tradition..." Hermione suddenly withdrew her hand, "It is said that Santa Claus brings Christmas presents stuffed in socks, if you want."

She also raised her feet, and her feet were raised cutely.

"Gu Yi is above...your parents are still at home! Can't you restrain yourself a little!" Cyrus quickly snatched the chocolate, his hands trembled, and almost fell to the ground.

Cyrus wouldn't doubt it, because Hermione could really do this kind of thing:

Tuck the gift into your own sock and pass it over.

"Oh~ I thought you would like it" Hermione ran to the window sill and raised her hand, the fiery red spar glistened in the sun.

Hermione murmured, "It's beautiful..."

But turning around, looking at Cyrus' empty hand, Hermione thought maybe she could try to make one too...or...how about a water ring or a wind ring?

"I... I'm going down first! I have to go to the museum tonight..."

Seeing Hermione staring at him, Cyrus couldn't help shrinking back, and hurried downstairs. Hermione suddenly fell straight on the bed, pounding on the pillow desperately.

Rolling back and forth again, until a little exhausted, he lay flat and raised his hand, and continued to look at the fire ring.

"Hey... Cyrus... I won't give up on you..."

Until the afternoon, Stitch was held in Mrs. Granger's arms, his eyes were blank, while Cyrus and Hermione were going away, and they still had specific matters.

Mrs. Granger rubbed Stitch while enjoying her husband's massage: "Minn~Cyrus~Be careful"

And Mr. Granger was gently hanging his legs for his wife with one hand, while reading "The Hobbit" written by Cyrus with the other hand, he was also a book fan.

About Qingmei's father is Zhuma's book fan.

"I have to say that Cyrus's writing is too detailed." Mrs. Granger couldn't help admiring, "It's as if he has experienced it himself... How can a teenager write a novel like a space opera?"

"Hmm... It seems that it has been published in the United States now, and it has set off a trend of magic and space in the novel world..."

Although Mr. Granger's work has nothing to do with politics, he still smells something unusual after dealing with this kind of people all the year round.

For example, the daughter and Cyrus' awards this time are related to the British royal family.

"Honey, do you think...is Cyrus laying the groundwork for Mien?" Mr. Granger analyzed methodically, "Nowadays, many people are gradually yearning for the fantasy world."

"I only care when they..."

Mrs. Granger saw the shiny golden thing in her daughter's hand, and immediately began to show a sweet smile on her face.

"Sigh~ My daughter was appointed to save Jesus or Merlin in her previous life." Mr. Granger shook his head, lamenting in his heart.

Stitch also nodded cautiously, Hermione and Cyrus in its heart were simply a match between a devil and an angel.

"Look at what you said! Did you say that about your own daughter!!" Mrs. Granger grabbed her husband's flesh and began to writhe, "You were the one who supported her back then."

"Sigh~"

The two little ones held hands and greeted Mrs. Hadley, and then hurried to the magical museum, but barely arrived before closing.

"Cyrus~" Klein, who had just changed into his overalls, greeted him, holding an unfinished beer can in his hand.

A black jacket was wrapped around a light blue shirt, and Klein's mental outlook gradually improved after having a stable job, which made Klein no longer so decadent.

Although there is still only wine at home.

They walked up the museum steps side by side, as casually as acquainted friends.

"Father...do you remember what happened before?"

Cyrus' cry made Anne Klein stagger when he went up the steps, some beer was spilled from the mouth of the can, the man awkwardly changed his hand, and then shook off the remaining liquid.

"You...how did you know?" Looking around in panic, Klein did go to a mental hospital for an examination because of Mr. Granger's suggestion.

It's a pity that there is no problem, and the brain has not suffered any serious damage.

If it wasn't for Mr. Granger, Annie Klein wouldn't even know he had a wife.

"Mr. Granger told me." Cyrus stood beside him, waiting at the door until all the tourists had gone out, then he and Hermione closed the museum's door.

To close the door is to welcome another world.

And Hermione brought a notebook this time, and she gave up the space to the two of them, and after gesturing to Cyrus, she took her seat at the round table.

And Cyrus wants to take advantage of this vacation to find out the truth about his father Klein's amnesia.

Maybe when I go back after the holiday, I can ask the professors about the solution.

Although the man wasn't exactly a father, Cyrus still had hope.

(Tomorrow I will officially complete this character. Seeing that some people don’t like Annie Klein as a father, it seems that I have portrayed it well in the early stage)