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

In the evening, inside Hogwarts.

Holding his head, Lorne staggered off the train with Hermione's support.

I don't know why this time

As soon as the train started, the feeling of dizziness quickly swept through the body, and it was worse than the previous ones.

He hadn't even enjoyed Hermione's white silk knee pillow before he fell asleep.

This slept directly into Hogwarts.

Give me a chance, I'm useless!

Lorne thought uncontrollably.

"Are you alright?"

Hermione's brown eyes looked worriedly at the crumbling Lorne.

"No, it's fine."

"Just let me take a break!"

Lorne sat on a bench in the street, looking up at the burning clouds, and couldn't help but think.

Is it because of the growth of thunder scales, so the resistance to vehicles is weaker?

After all, during the two-week vacation, the thunder scales on his arms had grown to his arms, and they would soon cover his entire arm.

The more I think about it, the more I think this is the answer.

Why don't you stop doing the train during the holidays?

Go back directly.

However, as soon as the thought came to his mind, Lorne glanced at Hermione, who was beside him.

Forget it, I'll talk about it later.

"Let's go, let's go to the auditorium for dinner first."

After regaining some strength, Lorne turned to Hermione.

This time, instead of taking a boat, they chose to walk through the trail on foot.

There are quite a few little wizards on this path who are reluctant to take a boat.

After all, the black lake at night is indeed terrifying, sparkling, and there are many dangerous magical creatures hidden in the black lake.

The journey from the train station to the gates of Hogwarts is not far, and it takes you to get to the gate soon after walking and chatting.

Gryffindor at the table.

"Long time no see, Harry."

Lorne greeted Harry as he was having dinner.

"Welcome back, Lorne."

Harry's eyes lit up when he saw that it was Lorne, and he crept over to him.

"The bottle of potion you gave me last time, how long can a drop last?"

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Lorne glanced at Harry, not understanding why he was asking.

"One drop for twelve hours, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll ask!"

Harry's gaze was a little evasive, and he quickly sat back in his place.

Lorne's pale blue eyes stared at Harry for a moment, who was clearly in trouble, and then looked away.

How to use that potion was Harry's business, after all, it had already been given to him, and he couldn't control even if it was used on Ron's body.

Just don't use it on him.

"Come, open your mouth!"

Under the complicated gazes of Harry and Ron, Lorne handed a piece of watermelon to Miss Granger's mouth.

"Someone!"

Hermione's good-looking eyes were a little evasive.

"Anyone?" Lorne glanced at Harry and Ron, who immediately bowed their heads and went to eat.

"Well, no one is looking at it now!"

Ron and Harry, who were eating silently with their heads bowed on the side, couldn't eat a bite.

Feeling full...

On his first night back at school, Lorne invited Hermione on a date in a quiet place where there were few people.

The shy Miss Hermione hesitated for half a second, then agreed.

"That's what you call dating?"

Looking at the table full of books, Hermione couldn't help but squint at Lorne.

There was a hint of confusion on his face.

"You two are really hardworking, you just came to study at the beginning of the school year."

At this time, Mrs. Pince stopped by the two of them with a book, and couldn't help but sigh,

"Good evening, Mrs. Pins!"

Lorne greeted politely.

Hermione stared blankly at the notes placed in front of her.

This notebook is a collection of various potion improvements that Lorne has documented over the past two weeks, such as the taste of the Bone Spirit.

In a way, this notebook can be said to be very meaningful.

Even she felt a little incredible.

But isn't it dating now?!

"It's not a date!"

Miss Hermione bared her tiger teeth and looked at Lorne with a feigned ferocity.

"Quiet space, and just the two of us." As Lorne spoke, he noticed that Hermione's eyes were wrong.

"My bad, my bad, let's go on a date by the Black Lake tomorrow!"

As Miss Hermione approached, Lorne quickly changed his tune.

"Tomorrow afternoon!"

Miss Hermione asked.

"But tomorrow afternoon there is a class... Of course, I can also skip class. "

Lorne thought about it for a moment and realized that tomorrow afternoon's class was a history of demons class.

Miss Hermione nodded in satisfaction.

Then she picked up the notebook that Lorne had handed her.

There are a lot of improvement techniques on this, and she doesn't know how they work.

"You're amazing."

She exclaimed.

The compliment from Miss Hermione put Lorne to good use.

"You don't look at who I am?"

This is what he has learned day by day by soaking in the library.

He hadn't worked so hard in his previous life.

While the two were researching, two familiar people suddenly came to the library, it was Harry and Ron.

"Why did the two of them come to the library?" Hermione asked, confused, "Brain-opening?" "

Lorne and Hermione, who were sitting in the corner, let Harry find out at once, and he hurriedly ran over.

.........

"Three-headed dog?"

Lorne listened to Harry's words indifferently, and Hermione was not so calm.

"You're saying that in the forbidden lot on the third floor, Headmaster Dumbledore kept a three-headed dog?"

You know, she had followed Lorne to the forbidden place on the third floor, and found a side that reflected the scene after she and Lorne got married.

Thinking about it, the tips of her ears couldn't help but turn red.

Lorne, on the other hand, touched his nose.

He had been there once before the holiday, and the Mirror of Eris had long since been relocated by the old bee.

"How did you two know there were three-headed dogs in that place?" Lorne asked curiously.

At that time, he also wanted to go inside to feed a Momotaro rice ball to the three-headed dog, but he forgot about it because he was too busy.

"I was chased by Filch during the night tour." Harry wasn't embarrassed either.

Is it a night tour, is it still a Gryffindor?

"So you suspect that the three-headed dog is guarding something?"

"You still want me to go with you?"

Lorne looked at the two men with a foolish look.

"We just want you to find a way to get into the secret door below."

Harry said helplessly.

"I was being chased by Filch when I saw Professor Quirrell coming out of it, and Snape was fighting him."

"And for some reason, I felt a scar on my forehead as soon as I saw Quirrell."

As he spoke, Harry covered the lightning scar on his forehead.

Hearing this, Lorne couldn't help but glance at Harry more.

You're Voldemort's automatic detection machine.