Chapter 38 Hermione: Let’s Take a Bath Together? (Please Read On)

The four of them were silent for a while. Harry was upset. Cyrus slowly walked to the window. At this time, it started to snow outside the window.

Cyrus was also thinking about something, and for a while there was only the sound of firewood burning in the lounge.

It wasn't long before Harry and Ron went back upstairs to rest.

He was probably worried that the club members would come back after a while. To be honest, Harry didn't know what to do if something like this happened.

Escape seems to be the easiest option.

Cyrus and Hermione were the only ones left in the common room. The little witch picked up the book and read for a while, feeling a little sleepy.

"Shall we go and rest too?" Hermione said to Cyrus, "But how about taking a bath first? It's a bit cold."

Cyrus? ? ?

"OK."

There are many bathrooms in Hogwarts where you can take a bath. In fact, there are bathhouses in the dormitories. It's just that unlike a luxurious place like the prefect's bathroom, the dormitory's bathhouse is just a public bathhouse separated for men and women.

Cyrus was using Ginny's body, so naturally he could only enter the women's bathhouse.

It wasn't cold at all in the bathhouse. After the shower was turned on, warm water flowed down. Of course, Hogwarts does not have solar energy or water heaters, but water can be heated using magic.

The bathroom was filled with mist, Cyrus sat with another small tablet, and Hermione carefully washed her fluffy hair.

"Ginny, could you rub my back? I can't reach it."

"Of course," Cyrus said calmly.

He is not a lolita fan, and he has no interest in Hermione, a little girl, for the time being.

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Early the next morning, Cyrus walked down with Ginny's body, which seemed to be much energetic, and found Harry sitting next to the burning fireplace without saying a word. Ron and Hermione are playing wizard chess.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you go to class?"

"There is only herbal medicine class today, and it has been cancelled." Ron turned around, "It's snowing, and Professor Sprout needs to put socks and a scarf on Mandrake."

Then Hermione whispered in Cyrus's ear: "It's quite difficult for Harry. You know what happened yesterday...everyone was avoiding him."

"I think I can help explain it to you." Cyrus thought for a while and said.

But Harry had already stood up from the sofa: "No, no, thank you. I don't care what they think of me, as long as you believe in me, that's enough."

"Where are you going?" Ron saw Cyrus and Harry walking out together. He remembered that Ginny's class today seemed to be in the afternoon?

"Eat breakfast."

"I'm going to get some air."

Cyrus and Harry left the lounge together.

Sure enough, there was a snowstorm outside the castle. Thick, gray snowflakes were dancing in the sky, sealing every window. The castle was much darker than usual during the day.

"Don't worry too much, Harry. I believe they will understand soon that you would not do such a thing. Everyone knows that you are an upright person." Cyrus comforted.

"Thank you, Ginny." Harry smiled reluctantly. He didn't have much hope for this. Just like "Ginny" said yesterday, those people don't care what the truth is. They just need a talk. With so many things going on, they need an outlet to vent their emotions.

It's the same as him or not, and it's better to be him!

Who makes him the famous Harry Potter? It is always extremely satisfying to associate a famous person with those bad things. It's as if just doing this makes them look more awake than others.

The two people did not walk together, but soon separated.

Cyrus did not go to the hall to eat, but turned around and went to the bathroom on the third floor.

The attack must continue. The attack is not for the attack itself, but only by creating panic, will the events in Hogwarts receive attention, and only in this way can Cyrus find a way to temporarily drive Dumbledore out. School.

Otherwise, even if he is resurrected, he will not be Dumbledore's opponent.

Soon, he came out of the bathroom alone. At this moment, the basilisk was already walking through the pipe. Cyrus walked the corridors, looking for his next target.

It was snowing heavily outside, thick, gray snowflakes were floating in the air, and the corridor was filled with wind.

He quickly found a target in Justin Finch-Fletchley. A second-year Hufflepuff wizard from the Muggle world.

He looked like he was going to the kitchen to get some extra stoves, along with a friend of his. Cyrus didn't know him, but that didn't matter.

He cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and followed them.

"Ernie, do you think Harry Potter will really be the heir of Slytherin?" Justin asked his companions as he walked, "To be honest, I only knew about that Parseltongue you were talking about yesterday. There is such a thing.”

"I think it's almost the same. That's the exclusive ability of dark wizards." Ernie said confidently, "And you also saw that he was so scary when he talked to the snake yesterday!"

"Maybe you're right." Justin nodded seriously.

Cyrus had already walked to their side. He took out his wand and waved it near Justin's temple.

The soul is out of body.

Justin's eyes immediately became wandering, as if his soul had been taken away by Cyrus. He stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ernie asked strangely.

"Nothing, I remembered I have something to do and I have to go back first. Can you get me a cup of hot pumpkin juice?" Justin said woodenly under Cyrus' control.

Ernie didn't doubt him: "Then you have to be careful on the road. I remember you told him you were a Muggle, right?"

"I'll be careful."

Cyrus controlled Justin to leave. Fortunately, because of the weather, there were few people in the corridor today. It was too cold and it was snowing. If the snow stopped, there would be many people hanging out.

He took Justin to look for traces of ghosts in the castle, and soon met Nick, who was wandering around without a head, in a dark corridor.

Then, he removed the Imperius Curse from Justin.

The confused wizard hadn't figured out what was going on yet, and looked around blankly.

"Why am I... here?"

"Why are you here? You are really confused. Didn't you walk here by yourself?" Nick tilted his head - his head almost fell off - and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"You are the ghost of Gryffindor? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, just helping you solve problems." Nick said sadly, "Also, I found the window here is open, I wanted to help you close it, but I found out that I was dead, a ghost--"

As he was talking, he suddenly found that Justin showed an extremely terrified expression on his face, and then he fell straight down as if his soul was scared out of his body.

"--Why? I am a ghost, is it so scary?" Nick looked ridiculous, "I remember that I would show up every year when the little wizards just entered school?"

He turned his head with a weird look on his face--

Now he knew why Justin was so scared.

Darlings, please read it again, the reading is too low, and there is no recommended position until now. I don't know if I can get a recommended position today