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

Looking at the small black bottle on the table, Lorne quietly folded the letter in his hand and put it into the Kamui space.

Unexpectedly, Tom's speed was quite fast, and within a week of writing to him, the other party mailed Lorne what he needed.

He picked up the black bottle, his pale blue eyes half-squinted, as if thinking about something.

Now that Lily's ashes are available, the next step is to find a living sacrifice-

"Lorne, what's the little vial in your hand?"

Before he could finish his thoughts, Harry's curious voice came from the other side.

Several other people also threw curious glances one after another.

"This- this is alchemy material..."

Lorne hesitated for a moment, then replied with a strange look.

After all, he can't tell Harry that these are your mother's ashes.

"Alchemy materials?"

Hermione glanced at him, her brown eyes narrowing.

This tone and the gesture of touching the tip of the nose... Lorne is lying!

At that moment, she felt her little hand being scratched slightly, and looked up to see Lorne chuckling and silencing.

After hearing the alchemy materials, Harry on the other side was less interested, and turned their heads to continue the topic just now.

In their minds, alchemy was something as obscure as Lorne alone.

Lorne tucked the small black bottle in his hand into the Kamui space and took a bite of the steak on his fork.

Now that the ashes were in his hands, all that was missing was a living sacrifice - it was clear that the summoning ceremony could not be held at Hogwarts.

And when it comes to living sacrifices, it's best to go to Tom Senior in Tumbledown Alley for this kind of thing.

He must have quite a few Death Eaters or Dark Wizards there.

Thinking of this, Lorne glanced sideways at Miss Granger, who was drinking black tea.

Looks like we're going to have to be apart for a while tonight.

.........

"Excellent Happiness Charm, Gryffindor Plus 10!"

Professor Flitwick looked at the confident little brown curly-haired witch in front of him, and exclaimed as kindly as usual.

"Your current spell should be similar to Geralt's!"

Thinking of his other proud student, Professor Flitwick couldn't help but say.

But after thinking about the relationship between the two people, he chuckled.

This little couple is really...

"Thank you, Professor Flitwick. "

Hermione lowered her wand and responded with a smile on her face.

Due to the fact that in Charms class, Slytherin and Gryffindor were taken separately.

So Lorne didn't go with her, but went to the plant greenhouse on the lawn to learn botany.

When class was over, Hermione couldn't wait to run to the white snow, looking at the herb shed in the distance with a pair of brown eyes.

Behind her was a slow Tom cat, holding a thick copy of Charms Basics.

It's clear that it's now a tool man.

However, Tom is still very satisfied with his current treatment.

Just help with a book and play a few piano songs, you can get three meals of rich food and a warm environment.

It's a good deal no matter how you think about it.

It's much better than catching rats in a house full of rat holes - at least there's no nemesis named Jerry!

"I'm sorry, but Professor Sprout always likes to drag our feet and let us loosen the soil for those plants. "

In those bright brown eyes, Lorne had come to her side at some point, wiping the dirt from his hands with a white handkerchief.

The white slender fingers were stained with damp dirt piece by piece.

"There is no class this afternoon, do you want to go to the Black Lake to play?"

Lorne thought for a moment and asked Hermione.

Speaking of which, the two of them hadn't been to the Black Lake for a long time.

As evening approached, Lorne told Hermione that he had something to do.

The empathetic Hermione naturally nodded in agreement.

In the washroom on the third floor.

As a scarlet gaze appeared in the night, the next moment's distorted vortex immediately sucked his figure in.

By the time Lorne opened his eyes again, he was in the dangerous Tumbledown Alley.

This place was the spatial coordinates he had set up during the holidays, not far from Tom's stronghold.

With a pair of grim eyes, Lorne walked into a gorgeous wooden house.

Bang bang...

Led by Morris, he knocked on the door of the second floor.

"Please come in. "

A slightly hoarse voice came from within.

After hearing this, Lorne pushed the door open and walked in.

A pair of pale blue eyes soon saw Tom-senpai sitting at his desk writing something with a quill pen.

I have to say that it is still very good to use it for work after the reincarnation of the filthy soil.

Senior Tom in front of me is a typical example.

"Long time no see, Senior Tom. "

Lorne smiled and said hello.

"Geralt?"

Tom's quill paused slightly, and then immediately raised his head.

A pair of ink-like eyes stared fiercely at the uninvited guest in front of him.

Isn't he at Hogwarts?

Why is it suddenly back in Tumbledown Alley?

Tom remembered the letter he had sent him the previous night, and a look of confusion flashed through his expression.

Is it because of that woman's ashes?

"I want you to help me prepare a useless living sacrifice, after all, there is no suitable sacrifice to resurrect her at Hogwarts. "

Lorne didn't hide his plans, but spoke directly to Tom.

After all, Tom Riddle was reincarnated by him, so his credibility is naturally much higher.

"You want to resurrect Lily Potter?"

"I really can't imagine that you still have this habit, and your little witch would be very sad if she knew. "

Tom sneered.

"Alright, let's go find a living sacrifice for me. "

"My time is precious. "

Lorne didn't mean to be angry when he heard Tom's taunt.

Now it's imperative to resurrect Lily first.