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

"Shhh

Hearing Ron's exclamation, Hagrid's eyes immediately widened and he hurriedly told them to shut up.

"That's cool, Hagrid, how did you get this dragon egg?" Ron asked Hagrid in a surprised tone.

After graduating from Hogwarts, his brother Charlie went to Romania to study dragons.

Each dragon is a very dangerous magical creature, and the materials on their body are also very valuable.

Therefore, the price of a dragon egg circulating on the black market is very expensive.

"Y-forget it, come in and talk about it."

Hagrid glanced at Ron depressedly, not understanding how the kid recognized him, and finally reluctantly let a few people in.

Hagrid's hut was small and dirty, with a dragon egg the size of a patterned head sitting in the middle of the table.

"You can't tell anyone else, especially Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Hagrid grimaced and warned the young wizards.

If it were known that he was raising dragons in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, even Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't be able to keep him.

At some point, he will have to live on the streets.

Thinking of this, Hagrid hurriedly shook his head, this is too terrifying,

"Don't worry, Hagrid, we're tight-mouthed!"

Harry and Ron quickly nodded and agreed.

Hermione and Lorne, who were curiously studying the dragon egg, also nodded.

"Don't worry, only a few of us know about this."

After hearing the replies of several young wizards, Hagrid was visibly relieved.

He took a plate of biscuits from the stove and placed them on the table.

"I just baked a pot of rock skin cakes, would you like to have some?"

Rock skin cake?

After being at Hogwarts for so long, it was the first time that several people had heard of this food.

"It's so hard!"

Harry and Ron had just taken a hard bite when they felt like their teeth were almost crushed.

Even Hermione took a bite and didn't succeed.

made her wrinkle her beautiful little nose.

"The taste is average..."

Lorne bit off a large chunk at once, making a creaking sound in his mouth and even giving a comment.

With teeth as hard as a brontosaurus, I'm afraid he can bite even steel, let alone rock skin cakes.

"yes, I think it's pretty tasty."

Hagrid has an impression of Lorne because he is a little wizard who calls him a senior and helps him, so he has a lot of favorability.

"I'm going to have some butter beer... Oh, forget you're all first-year students. "

Hagrid had just taken out a bottle of beer when he suddenly remembered that several of them had not reached the third grade, so he quickly changed his words.

"By the way, Hagrid, do you know the three-headed dog on the third floor?"

Handing the nibbling rock loaf to the wagging tail next to him, Harry finally told the purpose of this time.

"How do you know about that three-headed dog!"

Hagrid was stunned and stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"There's no Philosopher's Stone there, don't risk it!"

Lorne and Hermione looked up at Hagrid when they heard the alchemy stone.

"I... Did you say that you missed your mouth? "

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"Nicol Lemay?"

"I think I've heard that name somewhere..."

Walking back on the path, Harry couldn't help but muttered to himself.

As soon as they spoke, Hagrid confessed everything at once, and in Hagrid's mouth, the Philosopher's Stone belonged to Nicol Lemay.

And Nicol Lemay relied on that magic stone to refine the elixir of immortality.

"Nicol Lemay seems to be a good friend of Headmaster Dumbledore."

Hermione, who was walking behind, whispered to Lorne.

The two of them would go to the forbidden book area when they had time, and Hermione happened to have read Nicol Lemay's biography.

"But why put the Philosopher's Stone in the basement and let the three-headed dog guard it?"

She didn't understand it.

"Do you remember what we saw Professor Quirrell that night?"

Lorne said after a moment of contemplation.

He was very interested in the elixir of immortality in the Philosopher's Stone.

Nicol Lemay, who was able to craft such potions as well as philosopher's stones, was also a legend.

"You mean, Professor Quirrell wants to get the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione remembered.

"Maybe a senior wants to?"

Lorne muttered.

If I remember correctly, Voldemort needed the power of the Philosopher's Stone to regain his body.

Looking at Harry, who was still thinking hard in front of him, Hermione told him to look for it in the forbidden book section.

Then the location of the fork in the road was separated by pairs.

He promised Hermione yesterday that he was going on a date today, and as for the demon history class in the afternoon, he just skipped class.

Anyway, he brought enough money to Slytherin for him to buckle.

On the edge of the Black Lake.

Lorne lay on the lawn, speechless as he watched Hermione study with Hagrid's manuscript.

I skipped class to go on a date with you, and you're here reading the manuscript?

"Hagrid's manuscript is too detailed for magical creatures!"

Although the handwriting of this manuscript is a little ugly, it can be read in the past.

As soon as Hermione turned her head, she saw Lorne, who was half-squinting at her.

Only then did she remember that the two were here for a date.

"Are you angry?"

The girl asked, curling the corners of her mouth.

"Y-hmm."

Before Lorne could finish his sentence, he saw Hermione come straight over, her brown curls running across his cheeks, tickling it.

Separate with a single tap.

"Can you do it again?"

Lorne touched his lips and chuckled.

"Just think about it!"

Hermione's beautiful brown eyes were smiling.

The ripples of the lake rippled, and one by one the owls cut through the blue sky and flew into the distance to deliver the message.

The date time always passed quickly, and after the two held hands and circled around the black lake, the night had replaced the remnant sun.

"See you tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow—what do you want to do?"

As the stairs parted, Hermione suddenly took a step back and looked warily at Lorne.

"Yes!"

Lorne took a step forward, and this time Hermione didn't back down.

Foreheads touched, the jasmine scent of curly hair wrapped around the tip of his nose.

After about two or three minutes, Hermione ran away with a red face.

Looking at the back of the deserted fleeing, Lorne laughed.

The paintings hanging on the walls also looked at this side curiously, and gave their blessings one after another.

(The previous "Morning Demon History Lesson" has been revised to the afternoon, and it was played too fast yesterday!) ）