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

Fred and George wouldn't believe Lorne's nonsense.

If you stumble upon this magical house, it's better to find your way to the toilet.

Seeing that these two people didn't believe it, Lorne didn't explain.

Push the door straight and invite them in.

Gone was Lorne and Hermione's cosy cabin, revealing a richly decorated room with all kinds of eating utensils, silver spoons and forks hanging upside down on the walls with a pleasant crashing sound.

Ron's eyes widened, and he watched all this in disbelief.

Is there a place like this at Hogwarts?

"That's right!"

At this time, Fred suddenly remembered something and quickly took out a map from his pocket.

It's their tool when they travel at night, the live point map.

"Nope..."

"How could it not be?!"

George and Fred looked at the map and froze for a moment.

There are only one or two active names on the map, Filch and his cat, and Professor McGonagall and the others.

However, their names do not appear on this map.

That is to say.

"The map doesn't record this?"

Fred muttered.

It seems that the Marauder Quartet who made this map didn't notice this magical house either.

"You're amazing, Lorne!"

George couldn't help but admire.

"Alright, let's get to the party." Lorne chuckled, then lit the fire with his wand, "We can just talk about what happens next." "

According to Lorne's idea, the table in the room was placed near the window, through which he could see the snow and the starry sky outside.

It is really suitable for eating hot pot on a snowy day.

This time, he bought everything he needed, and it took him half a month in total.

"Then George and I will go to the Hufflepuff restaurant to get some food, by the way, do you want to have a butterbeer?"

Fred asked, picking up the map of the living spots.

"No, I've got the food, and of course the butterbeer."

With a smile on his lips, Lorne snapped his fingers.

There was nothing more than anything on the mahogany round table, and suddenly a large pile of materials appeared.

These were all things he had stored in the Kamui Space, as well as the butterbeer he had bought from the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

"That's cool, cast spells without a wand!"

George stepped forward and picked up an iron pot, somewhat incomprehensible.

"So we're going to do it ourselves?"

"Have you ever heard of hot pot?"

Lorne asked with a smile as he cut a small round hole in the middle of the mahogany table with his wand.

"Nope."

Several people, including Hermione, shook their heads.

"Just watch me do it."

Lorne smiled at the corners of his mouth, then lowered his wand under the table and started to start the fire.

I have to say that the magic of this world is really convenient, and all kinds of functions are available.

......

The snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind could be heard howling inside the house.

The pot in the center of the table was already steaming, and the water was tumbling.

Harry twitched his nose slightly, the scent of which lit up his emerald green eyes.

"I think I should call Qiu Zhang Ye over!"

"Do you think Cedric will come?"

Hearing Harry's words, Ron said a little speechless.

As a roommate, he clearly knew how obsessed Harry was with Akihari, and even had a picture of her on the bedside.

Whether Harry would do something in the evening, Ron couldn't even think about it.

"It's a little spicy..."

Hermione tasted it, stuck out her little tongue and said to Lorne.

"It's not spicy over there, it's a mandarin duck pot."

As he spoke, Lorne turned the hot pot over with his wand, and turned it towards them lightly.

Although Lorne prefers spicy food to light ones.

But considering Miss Hermione beside her, it's not bad to eat something light.

"I like to eat the red ones here."

Fred took a sip of butterbeer and wiped the sweat from his forehead with paper.

"Me too!"

George, who is a twin, has a taste for his brother.

"I think we can expand some of Fairy Tail's business, like some nice magic items."

As he spoke, Lorne showed the ring on his finger.

"I know this, Lockhart used his ten rings every day when he was teaching us." George couldn't help but say.

"He even said you made it under his teachings."

At this point, he spoke with some resentment.

Lockhart literally refreshes the lower limit all the time.

"Forget it, a clown..."

Lorne waved his hand indifferently.

With small talk and eating, the party finally ended at one o'clock.

"Goodbye!"

Fred whispered, his face flushed, he had drunk too much butterbeer.

After all, there are also trace amounts of alcohol in butterbeer.

"See you tomorrow."

Lorne watched the Gryffindor cubs leave, but Hermione didn't leave, still standing beside him.

"You've had too much butterbeer."

Hermione pinched Lorne's smiling cheek and couldn't help but say.

By the moonlight outside the window, she could clearly see that the handsome face was a little red.

It looks tempting.

Thinking about it, Hermione's brown eyes stared.

"Let's go, let's go to sleep!"

Learning Lorne's method, she succeeded in opening the cozy cabin.

It was a little cold inside, and Miss Hermione lit the fire with her wand.

Before he could react, Lorne was pulled straight in.

The candles were extinguished in the room, and only the fire illuminated the nearby floor.

And, of course, the moonlight by the bedside.

......

The next day.

By the time Lorne got up, Hermione was already standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror sorting out her clothes.

A white shirt with a red tie and a pleated skirt and black stockings underneath.

Wear a Gryffindor robe with a black and red background.

"Aren't you cold?"

Lorne asked, leaning sideways.

"It's been a long time since it's snowed outside."

Hermione said, holding the headband.

Today's lesson is Professor Flitwick's.

And according to Hermione, they also have to take a small test in class.

Since Slytherin preceded Gryffindor's Charms class, Lorne had passed that test the other day.

But in order to join in the fun, he was still going to check it out.

If nothing else, he already knew who the diary was looking for.

Ron Weasley!