The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Are you done with your work today?"

Cyrus was sitting on a stone in the stream of the Forbidden Forest, next to Smaug lying on his stomach and playing a game of 'throwing stones' with Cyrus.

Hermione put Stitch on the ground, and it quickly ran towards the centaur tribe.

Ever since the two little ones helped the centaur build a real tribe, the two guys, Stitch and Smaug, always ran over to grab a meal.

The first time you are born, the second time you are acquainted, and you will become familiar with it over time.

Especially Stitch, who is deeply liked by those female centaurs, even Bane always dislikes Smaug, but seeing his growing physique, he can only swallow his saliva.

"The centaur looks good...it's a pity that it doesn't fit in with the wizarding society." Hermione had a wreath on her head, which was given to her by Emiya after weaving it.

"Wizard~ Who do they think highly of?"

"That's also..."

Hermione didn't have anything to say about that, except for the centaurs and the house-elves, who brought her food during her illness, but she felt the same way Cyrus did:

Some discomfort, but for now, there is no way.

Not to mention, compared with the wizarding world in terms of treatment, Hogwarts can be called royal treatment.

"You said... why only the two of us have the Force?"

With a light leap, the girl stepped on an exposed stone in the stream. The water flow was just level with the stone surface. Hermione deftly stood beside him.

With the arrival of spring, moss and green grass slowly grow around the creek.

There are also some green shoots on the bridge built by some dead branches.

"Maybe it's the balance of the Force..." Cyrus shrugged, stopping the stone projected by Smaug in front of him, "Because I'm better at the Force of Light"

"Then you mean, I'm a devil?"

Hermione akimbo ╰(‵ ′)╯

"Hey...that's not what I said, I never thought so"

Although in his heart, Cyrus still added: Of course you are a devil!

"But the dark force is too difficult to grasp." She was a little discouraged, and threw a stone into the water with all her strength, "Although it feels very strong, it is always a bit rough."

"You are already fine, why are you always so impatient~"

"Just... just... I just want to surpass you! You are my little brother~" Hermione lowered her head, and a little embarrassed stood on her left toe and drilled hard.

Of course she would surpass him, and Cyrus was convinced that Hermione would be the stronger new Jedi than he.

Seeing the two people approaching gradually, Smaug breathed out a ball of flames in boredom, crossed the stream, glanced at the burning smoke from the horseman tribe, and squeezed into the aisle of the tribe.

Hermione just glanced back at it triumphantly.

"By the way, the professors are going to do it tonight." Cyrus remembered Hagrid's chicken coop. A week ago, Professor Flitwick canceled the magic defense set by Dumbledore.

"Isn't the chicken coop very close to the Forbidden Forest? I'll talk to Emiya later."

She was worried that the traps of the professors would affect the horse people, but then she remembered the reminders from the seniors in the study mutual aid club.

That is, in the second grade, they will choose the elective courses for the third grade in advance.

"Are you ready for the elective courses in April? I... I'll see how you choose first." She planned to take the same courses as Cyrus.

Cyrus, who was meditating, was having some doubts, and he vaguely saw the omen of darkness again, which was more violent than in the first grade, and hit his heart like a raging wave.

"I'm waiting for you to choose first." He frowned, and the lingering fear in his heart took a long time to dissipate.

"Hmm..." Hermione was a little satisfied with his answer, raised her hand, and the Force brought a few fish across the water, "Probably take a divination class... and then keep a few for later."

"Divination class? Are you serious?"

Cyrus looked at Hermione in disbelief as if he had heard a shocking secret, but after thinking about it, it seemed quite normal. If he could use the divination class, it would be good to dispel Hermione's views on prophecy.

At least he won't be staring at the force illusion all day long.

"So you're not going to choose...eh?"

Hermione pinched his face, this familiar feeling~

"Okay, okay, since you've chosen all...then I'll add another magical creature class." Cyrus grinned, and the girl's naughtiness temporarily dispelled his worries.

Divination in the wizarding world is not as mysterious as Hermione imagined. Cyrus learned about divination from Professor Binns, and he is more inclined to the medieval magic stick.

Well...thankfully, at least the fortuneteller isn't the Pope.

"If it will take away your fear of the future...I'll be happy to accompany you" Cyrus rubbed his cheek.

But Hermione retorted: "I have no fear!!"

Regarding the prophecy of the Force, Hermione always saw some pictures because of the dark side, although she never told Cyrus what she saw...

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"Her... afraid? No!" Even if Hermione was beaten to death and controlled, she would never say that she saw the picture of Cyrus, so she strongly denied it.

"Okay ok~ Ravenclaw's Pope~" he teased.

The scandal of the Pope in Europe can be regarded as a unique joke in the world. She hooked Cyrus' neck, put her lips against his ear and blew lightly in a mischievous way.

"It doesn't matter~ If I am the female pope, then you are the only holy son"

"I'm hungry, let's go!" Cyrus trembled, rubbed his numb ears, and ran towards the centaur tribe without looking back.

After Hermione saw him leave, she squatted down, and the cool stream water hit her face to cool it down.

.........

That night, Hermione was half lying on the sofa in the Ravenclaw lounge, covered with a blanket, reading a book by the flames of the fireplace.

The curfew time has arrived, and Cyrus also returned to the dormitory before, she was looking through her diary out of boredom.

The warmth of the fireplace enveloped the girl, and the curtains were also blown by the evening wind. Only the fire and the candles in the alcove remained in the lounge. She twisted her sore neck.

Looking at the star map on the ceiling, I gradually fell into a deep sleep.

"Hermione...Hermione!"

In her dream, she heard someone calling her, but she couldn't see anything. The creepy darkness occupied all her sight, occasionally a pair of vertical pupils flashed.

And someone was pulling her clenched hands, as if trying to extract a secret from them.

In the vague darkness, countless figures and voices flashed.

Except Cyrus'...

Mrs. Norris's stiff cat face, as if frozen, opened her eyes wide in horror. What frightened her even more was that that distorted cat face gradually transformed into Cyrus.

Guidance from the Force...Guide!

Hermione bounced off the couch.The premonition of the dark force pierced her cerebral cortex like a spider's sense.

Hermione frowned, wrapped the blanket around her body as a shawl, stood in front of the windowsill and fell into thought, she didn't know whether to trust her intuition this time.

Palpatine's prompt echoed in his ears.

"Young people...believe in the force...the force will guide you..." "Prove...to experience the power of the dark side, and you will change everything"

Perhaps she had figured something out, she pulled the blanket, swung her right arm back, the vine wooden wand slipped from the sleeve to her palm, turned her wrist, and swiped the tip of the wand against the clothes.

The black school robe outside was temporarily transformed into a dark blue wizard robe. She put on the hood and quietly walked out the door.

'I'm just checking... just checking is enough'

The evening wind blew in through the arched windows and blew out the candles in the alcove of the Ravenclaw goddess.