Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Inside the library.

Compared to the cold weather outside, which was raging with wind and snow, it was still very warm here.

When Lorne reached the corner of the library, he saw a girl leaning against a wooden chair and writing with a quill.

Next to her, there was a sleeping Tom cat, which looked very warm.

"I'm coming. "

Lorne whispered over and touched her little head with his hand and whispered.

Pulling open the empty chair beside him, he casually took a book from the bookshelf and sat down.

"Hair will be messed up..."

Hermione raised the corners of her mouth and grumbled softly.

"I'm helping you re-tie one. "

Lorne said nonchalantly.

Anyway, the first thing he did when he got up in the morning was to put on a delicate haircut for the sleepy Miss Granger.

Almost two years have passed, and the craft is becoming more and more proficient.

Looking at the unknown biography in his hand, Lorne's eyes looked around him.

I don't know if it's been a long time since I've been to the library, but he always feels that the place that was originally deserted suddenly has a lot of young wizards - most of them are seniors.

"At the end of this semester they're going to have an O.W.L, and Fred seems to be going to do that too. "

After noticing Lorne's gaze, Hermione blinked her smart eyes and explained softly to him.

However, this kind of wizard level exam is still relatively far away for them, at least not for now.

Looking at the dense knowledge points in her notebook, the little witch felt that it was not easy to become the Minister of Magic.

Studying is also very tiring.

Using the time turner almost every day, no matter who you are, you can feel tired.

It was getting late, and there were fewer and fewer young wizards in the library who were trying to study.

"Do you want to go to the auditorium for dinner tonight, or do you want to go to the Room of Requirement, and I'll make it for you?"

Lorne looked at Miss Hermione, who had stopped her quill, and he asked with a chuckle as he closed the book gently.

"Go to the Room of Need!"

Hermione's brown eyes lit up, and she didn't hesitate to say the answer she wanted.

If you can have some time alone, why not be alone!

"Okay. "

Lorne nodded, and then he woke up Tom, who was still asleep.

"Gone Tom, it's time to go back to dinner. "

At the sound of the word "eat", Tom instantly became refreshed, and he quickly picked up the black bag hanging from the chair - the one that Miss Hermione used to hold the books.

After walking out of the library, the cold wind outside instantly swept through his body.

Hermione couldn't help but wrap herself in the Gryffindor robes, and her brown curls were already covered with a layer of white snowflakes, looking like an elf in the snow.

Lorne couldn't help but slap the snowflakes off her hair, then snapped his fingers lightly.

With the surge of azure magic, the two people and the snowflakes in the sky were completely isolated from the two worlds.

And Tom was holding his trembling body, looking at his two masters in a daze.

How to forget it!

Responsive to requests inside the house.

Lorne placed a roasted turkey in the center of the table, and two frothy bottles of butterbeer on the side.

The fire was burning slowly, and the flames warmed the cold room.

Tom Cat, who was shivering from the cold, was lying next to the fire with a comfortable face.

At the end of a sumptuous dinner, Lorne sat down at the wooden table, quill in hand, and wrote in elegant handwriting.

Miss Granger, on the other hand, had replaced her somewhat wet turtleneck sweater with a pink bunny pajamas, and the amethyst earrings swayed with her movements.

"Are you writing Professor Snape's Potions papers?"

Hermione, who had already changed into her pajamas, slowly approached and asked curiously.

"The paper was long since I finished writing, and I was going to send a letter to a friend in Tumbledown Alley. "

Lorne replied softly.

That's right, he's going to send a letter to his friends in Tumbledown Alley.

- to his most beloved Tom senior.

Thinking about his next plan, the corners of Lorne's mouth curled slightly, and the quill pen in his hand kept writing.

Hermione didn't bother him, but sat quietly, holding her hand on the side of her face and looking at his side face.

Now Lorne is more handsome than he was when they first met three years ago...

Looking at it, the little witch was stunned.

Sure enough, you won't get tired of looking at this face for a long time!

As the quill used up its last shred of ink, the letter was finished.

Lorne placed the letter in an envelope and placed it on the table.

However, when he turned his head, he was slightly stunned when he saw Hermione's appearance.

"What's the matter, is there anything dirty on my face?"

As he spoke, he wiped his cheek with his hand, a little confused.

"No... I just wanted to see you more. "

Hermione chuckled, and her petite and cute body slowly leaned in.

"It's like you look at me the way you usually look at me!"

As the words fell, her little head was already in front of Lorne.

"Hmm-"

Before Lorne could react, he felt his breath beat.

He opened his eyes wide as he subconsciously hugged the girl who had closed her brown eyes.

Miss Granger is weird today – but it's a good feeling!

.........

Tumbledown Alley.

In a luxuriously decorated room.

Tom rubbed the corners of his swollen eyes, and looked at the snow outside the window with a pair of black eyes, and was a little stunned for a while.

Geralt's bastard, the squeezer doesn't have any soft hands at all.

Sleep only four hours a day and work the rest of the day!

This kind of person should hang a street lamp on him!

Thinking of Geralt's smiling face, Tom sighed helplessly.

He thought about resisting, too, but the damn spell was too powerful to be lifted by any means.

The thought that his soul could only be toyed with like this for the rest of his life filled Tom's heart with despair.

Bang bang –

It was at this moment that there was a knock on the wooden door.

"Come in. "

Tom said in a flat tone.

As the door opened, Maurice walked in with a letter.

"This is a letter from Mr. Geralt!"

Geralt sent me a letter?

Tom felt a chill in his heart, he knew that there was nothing good for Geralt to send him a letter.

The last time I sent a letter, he was asked to find some good amethysts.

"Got it, you go out first. "

He picked up the envelope on the table and opened it to look at the letters.

After reading it, Tom's fists couldn't help but harden.

He knew that Geralt's letter must not be a good thing!

On such a cold day, he actually asked me to dig a grave!?