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

Looking at the unmoved journal, Lorne's eyes narrowed.

It looks like Senior Tom is going to make a move.

"Let's go first, we'll have to go to Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts class in a minute."

"Defence Against the Dark Arts is our favourite lesson!"

George and Fred looked at each other and said with a smile.

"Don't you think his class is too boring?" Hermione frowned when she heard this, "And he's just a narcissist, and he talks about the texts in his biography every day." "

"Boring?"

Fred pulled a witch card out of his pocket and laughed.

"The two of us aren't boring, after all, Lockhart doesn't care what we do."

A projection appeared on the witch card, smiling at Lorne and Hermione, smiling and bowing slightly in their long skirts.

It was only in Lockhart's class that the two of them were able to research technology and craft cards with impunity.

Professors like McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick would not allow small movements.

After waving goodbye, Lorne and Hermione went to the Great Hall for lunch.

The afternoon class was a herb class, so Hermione had to reluctantly part ways with Lorne.

Since Harry and Ron had hit Willow with their cars last time, Mrs. Sprout had been looking bad.

Lorne had also heard Hermione say that Harry and Ron had both kept their heads down during their herbal medicine classes, not daring to look at Mrs. Sprout.

The difficulty of the herb class is mainly due to the role of each plant and the way to deal with some dangerous plants that can kill a wizard.

As an excellent potions master, Lorne had long since memorized the various effects of herbs.

This is the foundation of what it takes to be a Potions Master.

In the wizarding world, you may see many Magic Masters, but there are only a handful of Potions Masters, and it is difficult to imagine.

As far as Lorne knew and came into contact with, Snape was the only one.

"Sneezing root grass usually blooms at Christmas, and it's also a major ingredient for palliatives!"

Lorne answered Mrs. Sprout's question with a smile on his face.

"Perfect answer, looks like your Potions class is good." Mrs. Sprout smiled, held out a finger, and said, "Slytheringa." "

"The main thing is that Professor Snape teaches well."

Lorne said modestly.

This is indeed the case, after all, if it weren't for the notes Snape gave him, his current potions skills would be ordinary, and he would have spent a lot of time looking for errors in the textbook.

There was a mistake in the basic book of Potions class, which is why Snape abandoned the stupid book and went straight to it.

"Severus?"

Mrs. Sprout muttered quietly.

Naturally, she knew what Snape's reputation was, after all, Potions was the last thing young wizards wanted to take in all the classes.

......

"Clean up!"

The green lawn was swept by a gentle breeze, and Lorne put away the spell in his hand.

"Sit down, take a break."

There were already beads of sweat on Hermione's forehead, and she put down the wand she was practicing with.

Hermione had been able to release it so far, but she was still a little unskilled.

Standing on top of Gryffindor's robes, Miss Granger sat down on the grass against Lorne.

Today is a day off and the sun is shining.

So there are quite a few wizards who play or date here.

In the sky, there are also wizards on broom rides training in Quidditch, including Wood and Cedric.

Of course, there are two twins with dark circles under their eyes who are training behind Wood and Harry, who is staring at Cedric all the time.

As for the Slytherin team, they all train in the Quidditch arena and don't come to the lawn.

Because the dean of Little Snake, Snape, holds the key to the Quidditch arena, which can be regarded as giving some benefits to his own team.

"Aren't you hot, still wearing robes?"

Lorne asked, turning to a panting Miss Hermione.

So far, the temperature at Hogwarts has gradually warmed up, and there has been no sign of snow or cloudiness for at least the past few days.

"It's a little hot."

After thinking about it, Hermione took off her Gryffindor robe and set it aside on the greenery.

Miss Hermione was dressed today and Lorne's eyes lit up.

Above is a white plaid shirt with a red and white tie, below is a knee-high pleated skirt, and a pair of grey-toned stockings and small leather shoes.

The two of them were lying on the lawn, talking and laughing about the chase between Harry and Cedric.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

Hermione got up, picked up her robe, handed it to Lorne, and whispered.

"You help me get this robe."

The wind had been a bit strong lately and it had been a bit hot, so Hermione had to leave her robes to Lorne to look after.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Lorne took his robe and responded.

Miss Hermione then trotted all the way to the nearest Hogwarts bathroom.

Lorne looked at the chase in the sky a little boring, Harry was indeed talented, but Cedric was not bad either.

In this game of love, Harry is likely to lose.

At this moment, he was stunned.

There was a group of black-pressed creatures flying in the sky with bat-like wings, and he had seen them before.

Thestrals.

They flew to the Forbidden Forest.

Due to the condition that "you can only see if you have seen death", the little wizards could not see this group of ominous creatures, and they still talked and laughed.

"Can you see Thestrals, too?"

An ethereal voice rang out, and Lorne, who was lying on the lawn, shifted his gaze upward.

Skirt...?

Before Lorne could take a closer look, the figure crouched down over her skirt.

Waist-length blond hair fell to the ground, and a pair of gray eyes looked at Lorne suspiciously, the carrot decorations on her ears floating in the breeze.

"Mr. Geralt?"

Luna tilted her head and snorted softly.

She looked at Lorne in a daze with some incomprehension, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Luna?"

After seeing the face clearly, Lorne quickly came to his senses.

"You mean those horse-like creatures flying in the sky?"

Luna nodded.

"Those are Thestrals."

"I know." Lorne sat up and whispered, "Those creatures are only visible to those who have seen death. "

"I know..."

Luna nodded in a trance.

Her grey eyes looked at the Gryffindor robes beside Lorne.

I don't know what I'm thinking.