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

"So you'll be an adult next year, right?"

"Miss Granger. "

Lorne handed over all the good cakes and said with a smile.

Yes... Adult.

Hermione's brown eyes blinked, she already understood Lorne's hint.

No, it's not an implication – it's explicit!

"Hmm..."

Looking at the amethyst in her hand that was glowing purple in the sun, she pursed her lips, turned her head slightly to the side and nodded her little head shyly.

Lorne sat across from each other with his hands on his cheeks, smiling at the crimson little witch across from him.

It's delicious.

"Let's eat cake first, I'll take you to a good place today. "

He thought for a moment, then spoke to Hermione.

In the past three years, the two of them have almost finished exploring Hogwarts - except for the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

So Hermione was still curious about what Lorne said was a good place.

Could it be that his little boyfriend has discovered a place like the Room of Requirement again?

With a sense of anticipation, she placed the two sparkling amethysts in her hand in the recess of the gift box, and then looked at the rich breakfast table with a pair of brown eyes.

The rich aroma of the cake teases the sense of smell, and it is impeccable in both aroma and beauty, and it is simply perfect.

It was all Lorne's own work.

Gently taking a bite of the strawberries on the cake, Hermione subconsciously half-narrowed her eyes.

At this time, Lorne also walked behind the girl, cleaned her brown curls slightly with the wand in his hand, and then prepared to weave a hairstyle.

Feeling the movement behind her, a happy smile appeared on Hermione's lips.

That's nice... This kind of birthday.

After breakfast, Hermione stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, sorting out the clothes she was going to wear for the day.

Delicate fishtail braids, a clean white plaid shirt on the upper body, a pair of black stockings and small Milanese boots, and a Gryffindor red-bottomed robe is dressed on.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the little witch thought about it and picked up the gift she had received this morning—that is, two purple water drop earrings.

As the spell was cast, the two earrings hung firmly on the little ears, and the lovely face added a lot of charm.

With everything ready, Hermione turned the rune ring on the middle finger of her left hand in satisfaction.

And at this time, a pair of white hands gently hugged the little witch's waist from behind, making her stiffen a little.

But after seeing the figure behind her through the mirror, Hermione relaxed again.

"It's time to go. "

Lorne chuckled.

"Uh-huh!"

Feeling the heat in her ears, Hermione nodded with a light smile.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, follow the spiral staircase on the eighth floor all the way down.

When we walked out of the castle at Hogwarts, the blue sky was breezy and the green lawn was blown like water.

With a soft brush, Miss Granger narrowed her eyes in comfort.

The amethyst hanging from her ears was blown and shaken, and she looked very beautiful.

"Are we going to the lakeside?"

With Lorne's fingers clasped together, the little witch asked curiously as she looked at the black lake in the distance.

Dates on the lake are not unprecedented, and two people often sit in a small boat, holding books and enjoying the surrounding scenery.

Lorne also spends his days fishing on the boat, making it a great place to go on a date overall.

Because there won't be anyone to bother.

"No, we're going out on a date this time. "

Lorne chuckled and shook his head, his crystal eyes looking at the Forbidden Forest not far away.

If memory serves, underneath the beating willow is supposed to be a tunnel leading to the screaming shack.

The Screaming Shack is in Hogsmeade Village.

"Going out?" Hermione asked with a wink, somewhat confused, "You mean we're going to... Get out of Hogwarts!"

"That's right, we're going to Hogsmeade, a village full of wizards. "

Lorne nodded in answer to the little witch's doubts.

Hermione's expression was a little hesitant after hearing the answer, but in the blink of an eye, she gritted her teeth and nodded.

It was also the first time she had skipped school from Hogwarts.

I don't know why, but there is still some excitement in my heart.

Stepping on some withered weeds, Lorne soon made his way to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

A stout, large willow tree with huge wicker trees appeared on the hillside not far away, and around it was a barren land devoid of any weeds.

"It's... Beat the willow!"

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she guessed based on her characteristics in an instant.

The willows, as thick as arms, were waving incessantly, as if to warn the two little wizards in the distance not to come.

"Last semester, Harry and Ron drove it to a half-dead crash, and then let the distressed Mrs. Sprout save it. "

Lorne explained.

Since then, no young wizard has been able to get close to Beater Willow.

It was clearly disgusted by the little wizards who drove into it.

"But what are we doing here—"

Before Hermione's question was finished, she saw a dark tunnel beneath the beating willow, and she didn't know where it led.

"That's right, it's through that tunnel that we get to the Screaming Shack. "

Lorne set his sights on a scar on the trunk of a beating willow tree.

That's where it goes.

As long as the scar is pressed, the beating willow will not attack any creature.

"You wait here first, I'll go over and hold its scar. "

Lorne touched the little witch's brown curls, then opened the Kaleidoscope of Divine Power and activated the ability to void.

He walked slowly to the range of the beating willow.

Under Hermione's wide-eyed gaze, the flying wicker flew directly through his body, knocking the ground into a large crater and splashing dust.

What kind of spell is this?

The little witch realizes that she still knows too little about Lorne.

As the dust cleared, Lorne's figure stood in front of the beating willow, and as the void lifted, one of his hands was already pressed against the obvious scar.

The palm of the hand was slightly forced, and the wicker like a whip stopped instantly.

"Let's go, Miss Hermione!"

"It's time for a date in Hogsmeade!"