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

"How does it feel?"

Lorne looked at the Tiger Charm in his hand and asked the silent little witch with a smile.

His experience is still quite good.

You can do it again if you have the chance!

"You're so annoying!"

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but raise her head and give him a blank look.

She swore that she would never use this spell again, and that the confusion of her thoughts would be torture when she returned to oneness... Especially those who are bold in their thinking.

Now that I think about it, there was a hint of crimson on her fair face.

"By the way, your clothes are very good!"

Lorne pointed to her black dress and chuckled in compliments.

This style of Miss Granger, he's really seeing it for the first time.

I have to say, it's really sultry.

Then he looked at the tiger charm in his hand, thought about it, and threw it into the Shenwei space.

This thing was of little use to him, at least not for now.

The space gradually distorted into a swirl shape, and the cracked tiger charm was sucked in.

At this time, Hermione was already lying on her side on the bed with the quilt, her brown eyes half-squinting at Lorne.

After what had just happened, she had no desire to speak now.

"Hmm-"

She buried her little head in the soft quilt and let out a lovely muffled sound.

Lorne looked at Hermione lying under the covers, and smiled a little dumbly.

He got up and walked over to the bed, gently lifting the covers.

I saw the little witch's brown curls spilling on the bed, and a pair of brown eyes blinked at him.

The moonlight was as soft as a veil, and before Lorne could take a closer look, he felt his body lean forward slightly.

I don't know when, my tie was tightly held by the little witch.

The next moment the feeling of weightlessness came, and under Lorne's somewhat surprised gaze, Hermione pulled him directly to the other side of the bed.

"Sleep!"

With the enchantment ring on her white finger, the azure light flashed, and the fire in the entire hut was extinguished in an instant, leaving only the still burning fire to provide warmth.

Everything around him turned dark, and Lorne lay on his side on the bed with sapphire eyes looking at the girl beside him.

The black dress was worn as a pajama, and the long eyelashes on her eyes fluttered slightly, and she looked a little nervous.

"I remember when you just had the next year..."

Before Lorne could finish speaking, Hermione gave him a fierce look.

When she heard this, she couldn't continue to pretend to be asleep.

After all, this sentence is indeed what she said...

"I didn't say anything, you didn't hear anything just now!" the little lion bared his sharp teeth and threatened fiercely.

"But I did hear—hmm!"

Lorne wanted to continue teasing the angry lion cub, but she didn't expect her to directly gag him.

In a sense, solve the problem at the root.

About three minutes later, two slight breathing sounds came from the otherwise silent room.

"Are you still talking?"

Hermione rubbed her hot cheeks, looked at the blonde wizard across from her with brown eyes, and threatened softly.

"If I go on, can you do it again?"

After a moment of silence, Lowe's smiling voice came into her ears.

“... Can't!"

The little witch was angry and shrunk her head into the quilt, not wanting to talk to Lorne anymore.

Lorne turned his head sideways to look at the full moon outside the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good night, Miss Hermione!"

“... Good night. "

A muffled answer came from inside the quilt.

.........

After taking the Demon History class.

Lorne followed Hermione with her book in her arms, the wind in the attic blowing the green Slytherin robes.

At this moment, Hermione in front of her was slightly stunned, and she pulled Lorne's sleeve and asked.

"Are those two people in front of you Fred and George?"

Well?

Lorne followed her gaze and saw two brave Gryffindors fleeing in a hurry.

The iconic red hair directly proves their identity.

Twin brother of the Weasleys.

"What could make the two of them so flustered?"

Lorne muttered to himself, confused.

You must know that these two men dared to smash Voldemort's face with snowballs, and even Peeves, who had lived in this gorgeous castle for nearly a thousand years, had nothing to do with them.

"Hey, Lorne!"

The twins who were running in a panic on the opposite side also saw the handsome blonde wizard in front of them, and Fred hurriedly waved and shouted.

"Do us a favor, if Wood comes over, you'll say we're running to the South Tower!"

"Thank you!"

After running to Lorne's side, George patted him on the shoulder and said breathlessly.

Looking at the two backs running away, Lorne looked thoughtful.

"What happened to Wood?"

Hermione asked, confused.

"Maybe it's a Quidditch training match, after all, Wood is leaving school soon—they've been training with a lot of time lately. "

Lorne explained with a chuckle.

After walking some distance down the stairway, Wood's figure was quickly seen.

His eyes lit up when he saw Lorne, and he quickly asked, "Lorne, did you just see Fred and his brothers?"

"It's going to be this semester's Quidditch tournament in a while, and these two guys haven't been training for a week on the pretext of studying cards!"

Speaking of this, Wood was a little angry.

He just wanted to see Professor McGonagall's smile before he left Hogwarts, was that hard!

"Fred, they're in the South Tower, you might want to look there. "

Lorne replied with a shrug.

"Isn't it good to lie to him like this?"

Hermione looked at Wood, who was leaving in a hurry, and asked Lorne in a low voice.

"Even if he was told the right direction, Wood wouldn't necessarily be able to find Fred and them. "

Lorne said, touching her little head.

"By the time it's tonight, I've found you a training target for the Divine Guardian, and you can use it to practice your hands. "

Thinking of the Dementors in his Divine Power Space, he couldn't help but say.

"Is it a volcanic bat?"

Hermione asked curiously,

"No, it's a Dementor!"