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

By the time they walked out of the Three Broomsticks Bar, the thick fog had dissipated, and the setting sun was shining through the clouds on the streets of Hogsmeade.

Lorne looked at the sunset on the horizon and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

It has to be said that this wizarding village of retro-style architecture is indeed beautiful in the scattered sunlight and gives the urge to live here.

"Goodbye, we have another trip to the clothing store for the rest of the time!"

There was a goodbye from behind him, and Cedric left with Cho Chang.

And Fred and the others were talking and laughing about today's game content.

Sirius was still chatting with Harry about moving to him for the holidays, and seemed to be very happy.

Hermione, who was carrying a small school bag, also walked over and gently took his hand.

"What are you thinking?"

The little witch asked curiously, raising the corners of her mouth.

"No... It's nothing. Lorne shook his head, and he glanced sideways at Hermione.

The brown curls were blown by the breeze, and the two amethysts on the small ears also swayed and sparkled in the residual sun, giving people a charming attraction.

"Lorne, let's go first!"

Harry, who was walking in the snow in the distance, shouted to the young couple who were still chatting.

They had already arrived in Hogsmeade Village through a secret passage, so naturally they had to go back the way they came.

Otherwise, Filch would have found a reason to lock them up in the basement for a few days.

Don't doubt that watchdog's eyesight and memory.

Looking at Harry who was leaving, Lorne was also ready to take Hermione to the entrance of the village first.

Tom was holding a chicken leg in the back, curiously surveying his surroundings.

It was the first time it had stepped out of Hogwarts since it came into this world.

Back at Hogwarts, it was getting dark.

Instead of going to dinner in the Great Hall, Lorne and Hermione went straight back to the Room of Requirement.

The room had become the exclusive preserve of the two of them - because no one could discover it.

And even if they find out, the rooms that are opened according to demand are not the same as theirs.

and walked into the cosy cottage.

Hermione couldn't wait to take off her robe, revealing the turtleneck underneath.

Her Gryffindor robe had been soaked with snowflakes so she hung it on the hanger after using a drying charm.

Lorne lit the fire, and Tom ran over and nested beside him.

There is no cat that does not like warm places.

Sitting down on the soft couch, Lorne reached out and pulled out a thick book and notebook from the Divine Space.

It was an alchemy note he had compiled from scratch, which contained his understanding of alchemy and various methods, and if he took it out and sold it, he would definitely make a lot of money.

However, Lorne had no intention of becoming a best-selling author like Lockhart.

And by the time Fred had opened the shop during the holidays, Kim Galleon hadn't reached out.

Hermione, after changing into her pajamas, also took out a book from the bookshelf in the corner and made it opposite him.

"The origins of the dark arts... When did you become interested in dark arts?"

Lorne couldn't help but ask when he saw the title of the book.

You must know that practicing black magic will affect the mentality to a greater or lesser extent.

When he was learning the Three Unforgivable Mantras, he always had a negative emotion in his heart.

So for Miss Hermione, it's better to keep this kind of thing out of her hands.

"Don't worry, I won't learn black magic. "

As if to see Lorne's concern, a warm smile appeared on Hermione's lips.

"This book is just about the origins of black magic, and there is no way to learn it. "

After all, not everyone has access to black magic, otherwise, the little wizards in the first year will fight and fight Avada will kill him...

"Black magic... When I have time, I'll teach you some counterspells. "

Lorne seemed to have thought of something, chuckling at Hermione.

Although it is said that you don't learn dark arts, it is still necessary to master their counterspells.

For example, Occlumency and Soul Extraction.

No one wants their private memories to be spied on by anyone else, and Lorne is even more so.

Looking at Miss Granger, who was quietly reading a book on the other side, Lorne supported the side of his face with one hand, smiling and looking at the cute girl with pale blue eyes.

Compared to three years ago, Miss Granger is really getting better and better.

.........

"Good morning, Harry, Ginny. "

Lorne chuckled and said hello, then sat across from the young couple.

Ever since Harry's confession was successful, Ron never seemed to be seen from his side again.

Poor Ron, who was robbed of his rightful place by his own sister.

"Excuse me for a cup of chocolate cow—"

"You promised me that you weren't allowed to eat sweets in the morning!"

Before Lorne could speak, Miss Granger, who was beside her, pinched his white cheek with her little hand and reminded him.

"Then a cup of black tea. "

Under Hermione's satisfied gaze, Lorne shrugged and replaced it with black tea.

And at this time, Ron's figure also appeared in the auditorium.

"Harry, why didn't you call me when you left in the morning!"

Ron sat next to him panting with a book in his arms, and couldn't help but complain.

"I'm sorry, because Ginny said we'd go for a walk by the Black Lagoon in the morning - I know, you can't get up that early. "

Harry took a bite of the pumpkin pie and shook his head.

"I..."

Ron opened his mouth, unable to refute for a moment.

He really couldn't get up that early.

"It's all your fault, Ginny..."

"Harry is my boyfriend, not yours, why blame me!"

Ginny wrinkled her little nose angrily.

"Ahh

Hermione snapped her fingers as she looked at the large flock of owls flying in from the skylight.

The blue spell instantly swept those floating feathers to other places.

"Well, my ring is good!"

Hermione boasted to Lorne.

"Great!"

Lorne replied with a smile.

As the owls had put the letters in their masters, they left the auditorium one after another.

Lorne's eyes narrowed as he looked at a small black bottle on his desk.

When he opened the envelope, it was very brief.

Gathered into one sentence, that is: Senior Tom sent the ashes over!