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

"So the basilisk really exists?"

Hermione noticed Lorne's small movements, and squinted her eyes and leaned over.

Two pairs of bright eyes looked at each other, very close.

"And you've seen it too!"

Lorne could even feel the heat on Hermione's cheeks as she spoke.

“... Did you drink chocolate milk this morning? "

Lorne hesitated for a moment and guessed.

“......"

Miss Hermione also noticed that the distance between the two was too close, and quickly took a step back.

"Don't change the subject!"

She muttered discontentedly.

"I haven't seen it."

Seeing Hermione ask, Lorne shook his head and lied.

He had already figured out some of his habits, and Miss Hermione had figured them out.

So this time he didn't have any superfluous moves.

"Really?"

Hermione gave him a suspicious look.

"What's the good of me lying to you?"

Lorne touched her brown curls angrily, and it was a lot of a mess.

"My freshly finished hair..."

Hermione quickly broke free of Lorne's palm and sat down across from him with the book in her arms.

"Okay, don't think about the basilisk, maybe it's just a rumor."

Seeing Hermione nod her head in agreement, Lorne also breathed a sigh of relief.

The basilisk's eyes have the property of death, and this ability may not even be able to withstand him, so it is absolutely impossible to involve Hermione in it.

......

The auditorium at night.

"Did you see Ron?"

When Lorne and Hermione arrived in the auditorium from the library with their books in their arms, Harry, who was sitting across from them, was eating pumpkin pie and asked with some confusion.

"I haven't seen him this afternoon."

"I wanted to take him with me to practice Quidditch."

In his second year, Ron also signed up for the Quidditch team, but he didn't know if he would eventually be able to join.

"No, Lorne and I have been studying in the library all afternoon."

Hermione shook her head.

"You haven't seen him all afternoon?"

Lorne looked thoughtful when he heard Harry's words.

"I didn't see him during the lunch break."

Harry helplessly spread his hands.

Ever since the morning herbal medicine class was over, he had seen Ron go back to his dorm room in a trance.

But when Harry arrived at the dormitory, he found that Ron's bed was long gone.

"Don't worry, I can't lose him."

Hermione ordered dinner and said softly.

Ron is such a big person, can he still get lost at Hogwarts?

In her opinion, Harry was simply overthinking.

After all, these two people are also inseparable all day long.

Lorne took a cup of black tea and took a sip.

He didn't speak, but his pale blue eyes narrowed.

According to Harry's description, if nothing else, there will be an accident tonight.

Is the basilisk going to be awakened at this time?

He couldn't help but think.

After dinner, Harry decided to go find Ron.

And Lorne and Hermione went along.

Inside the corridor on the second floor.

"Why are there so many people in front?"

Harry looked at the crowd in front of him with some confusion.

Suddenly, he looked a little dazed.

A hoarse voice came into Harry's head, causing him to tingle his scalp and the mark on his forehead to ache.

"Did you just hear a strange noise?"

Harry asked, clutching the scar on his forehead, at the two of Lorne.

"Strange sounds?" Hermione furrowed her good-looking eyebrows, "No, what about you, Lorne?" "

"Neither do I."

Lorne shook his head.

But looking at Harry's appearance, he knew that the basilisk had been released by Ron, who was controlled by Tom.

You must know that Harry has the ability of the Parseltongue, and it is normal for him to be able to hear the words of the Basilisk.

"But I do listen... The sound is gone! "

Harry looked around, there was nothing but the walls on either side and a large group of young wizards in front of him, and the noisy husky voices were gone.

It's as if it was just an illusion.

"Let's go, let's go over and see what's going on in front of us."

With that, Lorne pulled Hermione towards the crowd.

When he got to the crowd, Lorne was stunned.

"Fe-Filch?"

Hermione quickly covered her mouth and let out an exclamation.

The little wizards around him also had frightened expressions on their faces.

Someone actually attacked Filch?

Which little wizard did this good thing!?

I saw that Filch, who had a cold face, was now lying motionless on the ground, and the oil lamp he used to patrol in his hand fell on the stone slab and shattered into several pieces.

"Petrified?"

Lorne didn't expect the first victim to be Filch, the watchdog.

Is it through the mirror on the window that you looked into the eyes of the basilisk?

Lorne thought to himself as he looked at the bright, patterned glass on the wall.

Basilisk's eyes have a petrifying effect if seen through other mediums, and do not have the property of death.

"How so?"

Harry squeezed in at this time, and his emerald green eyes saw the figure on the ground.

"Filch... He's dead? "

His expression was a little stunned.

"No, it's just petrified."

At this time, Cedric, who was wearing a little badger's robe, walked over, and his face was a little solemn.

"I've just told Professor Flitwick about this."

"Is it..."

Harry muttered, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Ron hasn't been found yet?"

"The little red-haired wizard?"

Cedric asked, confused.

"yes, have you seen him?"

Harry asked hurriedly.

Now he doesn't care if Cedric is his rival in love.

"I just saw him go up the stairs, and he looked a little tired."

Cedric said, gesturing to the stairs above.

The professors are still very fast.

Snape was the first to arrive, his swift pace making his black robe bulging in the wind, and his grim and indifferent expression made the passing wizards quickly get out of the way.

"Petrification..."

Snape crouched down to take in Filch's condition, his brow furrowed.

This is no ordinary petrification charm.

"How's it going, Severus?"

Professor McGonagall and Medic Madam Pomfrey arrived.

"It's not life-threatening, but it needs some potions."

(It's a bit of a card - uncomfortable)