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

"No, I've got to find Ron!"

At the end of class, Harry left this sentence and ran out with the book in his hand.

I don't know if I can't stand Lorne and Hermione, or if I really went to Ron.

"How do I feel like he wants to get away from us?"

Hermione said with half-squinted brown eyes, turning her head sideways.

"Take the feeling out. "

Lorne rubbed her curls and whispered.

"It's all your fault!"

Hermione shook her head, not letting his hands mess with the hairstyle she had tidied up all morning.

Blame me for everything...

Lorne gave a funny look at Hermione, who stood up to leave the classroom.

Putting his books into the Divine Power Space, he got up and followed.

As for Lockhart?

After he finished the lecture, he left without saying a word.

When I left, I didn't even have a smile on my face.

Lockhart's events from last night have not eased up until now.

He didn't understand whether he was dead or alive in this state.

......

On the balcony on the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

It is more like a balcony than a large platform with intricately carved pillars and several stone benches and tables.

Under the blue sky, quite a few owls flew by.

This is also a place for young wizards to rest and chat after class, and of course, there are many young couples who are dating.

Like Miss Hermione and her little boyfriend.

"Are they playing cards?"

Hermione leaned on Lorne's arm, and Meimu looked curiously at the piles of young wizards around her.

She could see that the cards that had been thrown out were glowing blue, just like the cards Fred had made.

"The Hearthstone of those two brothers is known to almost everyone at Hogwarts, and even Professor McGonagall has bought one. "

Lorne explained with a chuckle.

He didn't expect that this kind of card would be so popular with magic, even the older cat lady was very interested, and the same was true of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Is it so powerful?"

Hermione opened her mouth slightly, looking a little disbelieving.

She was interested in those cards at first, but the more she played them, the novelty was lost.

Fred: There's also an end-of-season tournament in June, where the winner is fifty gold galleons and a limited set of cards. "

The idea for the contest was what Lorne told Fred and George, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

"Fifty gold Galleons?"

Hermione tilted her head and muttered to herself.

Fifty Galleons wasn't a small amount, and it was enough for Ron to get a brand new wand.

"Do you want to participate too?"

Seeing Miss Hermione's expression, Lorne quipped.

"I'm not going. "

She quickly shook her head.

It's only fifty gold Galleons, and Hermione earns enough money with Lorne during the holidays to cover her expenses for the next two years of school.

"Will there be a game in the werewolf killing in the back?"

Hermione asked curiously.

Her interest in this logic game is much higher than in Hearthstone.

"Probably, right?"

Lorne was also a little unsure, after all, it was all left to Fred and them.

He's only responsible for one attention.

After chatting on the rooftop, the two returned to the auditorium to prepare for lunch.

"It's over, Ron really can't find it. "

Seeing Lorne and Hermione coming, Harry hurriedly said.

"I've searched all over the dormitory and bathroom, but I haven't seen him anywhere!"

His tone was a little anxious.

"Didn't you go to the Green Lawn and the Quidditch Training Ground?" asked Hermione.

"I've been there and found nothing. "

Harry said helplessly.

"Do you want to tell Professor McGonagall about this?"

Hermione suggested.

"Don't worry, I'm looking for Professor McGonagall when I don't come back in the evening. "

Lorne shook his head and said.

If you make a big splash now, you might as well attract Dumbledore to it.

After all, the last time the basilisk in the vault killed a little witch, the myrtle.

This female ghost who cried in the bathroom early in the morning was still shy to make friends with Lorne.

But he refused.

Is that making friends?

That's gluttony, cheap!

Speaking of which, second-year Lorne has become the crush of many young witches, whether it is Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or even Slytherin, there are quite a few pure-blood little witches who have shown their affection for him.

But these were all rejected by him on the spot.

These little witches are not as cute as Miss Hermione, and they are smart.

"So, you're not going to the Room of Requirement tonight?"

Hermione asked softly with a silver fork stuck in the steak.

"Trust me, this is the last time. "

Lorne slowly approached Hermione, his forehead touching hers.

"You... This is the auditorium..."

Hermione blushed and spoke a little stumblingly.

After so many times, as long as Lorne came up with something romantic, she still couldn't help but blush.

Looking at the already red ears, Lorne smiled and pinched.

"See you tomorrow, dear Miss Granger. "

"Well, see you tomorrow..."

Her voice was small.

Inside Hogwarts at night.

Lorne glanced at the time on his watch, and it was already twelve o'clock.

Ron still hadn't returned, and Harry had informed Professor McGonagall.

He didn't know what was going on, because by that time Lorne had already returned to the dormitory.

"It's time to meet Tom!"

Having not shown up all day, it was clear that Tom had noticed something was wrong with the basilisk.

Now, it's time to meet.

Thinking so, Lorne's body twisted like a whirlpool, and soon disappeared into his bed.

By the time he reappeared, he was in the Slytherin basement.

Descending the long staircase, it didn't take long to see the entrance to the basilisk's lair.

The corners of Lorne's mouth curled up as he walked in.

As the perspective gradually widened, Lorne, who was standing above, saw the tall and thin figure standing in the square below.

"Senior Tom, long time no see!"