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

Looking at the dead rat on the ground, Lorne reached out and threw it back into the dormitory.

He's still good at the Oblivion Charm, and he's guaranteed to make Peter Pettigrew forget about today's events.

"I can't let you leave Hogwarts right now. "

Lorne shook his head and walked back into the Gryffindor common room, his pale blue eyes gazing at the décor.

Compared to the cold, green and humid environment of Slytherin, the dormitories where the young lions live are like wooden houses in winter, filled with orange-red hues everywhere, and the fire burns slowly, looking like a warm wooden house in winter.

I have to say that these two colleges are really two extremes, both in terms of character and decoration.

After looking at it briefly for a while, he didn't have the idea of attacking Miss Granger at night, so he directly activated Kamui and left the Gryffindor lounge.

The coordinates of this location were left over from making Peter Pettigrew's polyjuice potion a long time ago, and it also saved some distance of time.

After all, Gryffindor was on the eighth floor, and Slytherin was in the basement.

Not to mention that because of Sirius's troubles, all the professors were patrolling outside, and it would be a hassle to explain if they were caught.

As the space twisted into a swirl, Lorne's figure soon appeared in the Slytherin dormitory.

The wizard's robes with a green base were casually hung on the hanger by him, and there were two young wizards in the dormitory who had fallen asleep.

It was Malfoy and Crabbe, who had fallen for the illusion.

Lorne reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, which had not been turned on in a long time, and the bright light enveloped the place of the pillow.

"Sirius's affairs seem to be on the agenda lately. "

He looked down at the biography in his hand and couldn't help but say to himself.

.........

Early the next morning.

Malfoy's eyes were gone, and his head was still a little dazed, as if he had been knocked with a stick.

"Good morning, my friend. "

A hearty and smiling voice came into his ears.

"Morning, Lorne?"

Malfoy subconsciously responded, but he suddenly remembered that Crabbe would not greet him like this at all.

When he opened his eyes wide, he saw a handsome blonde wizard standing in front of a mirror and tending to his clothes.

The golden back glittered like gold in the dim candlelight, and the handsome face always had a faint smile.

Looking at Malfoy's slightly surprised expression, Lorne shook his head disapprovingly, and then tied the black and red tie to his black shirt.

The outfit had been specially chosen by him, and it looked like a couple with Miss Hermione's black shirt.

After packing everything up, he put on the green-bottomed robe on the hanger, pushed the door and walked out of the green bedroom.

Compared to the cosy surroundings of the Room of Requirement, the Slytherin lounge is as damp and gloomy as a quagmire...

There were already quite a few people in the Slytherin common room, most of them studying and reading, so it seemed that it was not unreasonable for the little snakes to be able to take the first place in a row.

After stepping out of the basement, he looked up at the sky.

Today's weather is not as bright as it used to be, but a little overcast, and it looks like heavy rain is likely to fall at any time.

Hogwarts Great Hall, Gryffindor's table.

Lorne sat in an empty spot, opposite the brothers Harry and Ron.

Miss Granger hasn't come yet, so she probably still sleeps.

You know, at this point in time, he usually goes to wake Hermione up, and today is the first day of separation, so it's likely to be in bed.

"Isn't Hermione with you?"

Harry looked behind him suspiciously, but didn't see the familiar little witch, and said to Lorne with some confusion.

Normally, these two people would come to the auditorium at the same time, holding hands, or not at all—why did Lorne come here today?

It's just too rare.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

And just as Lorne was about to explain, Hermione, holding the book, was hurrying over, her long black skirt swinging with her.

There was still a hint of sleepiness on her face, and even the brown curls behind her were not as delicate as they had been taken yesterday.

After all, it's Lorne who comes every morning to fix her hair...

"A cup of hot milk or chocolate milk?"

Lorne asked with a chuckle.

"Hot milk – you're just like me!"

Miss Hermione, who heard the chocolate milk, decisively chose hot milk, and made a choice for her little boyfriend.

"Listen to you. "

Lorne didn't seem to care, after all, he could drink anything, and there was not that much demand for chocolate milk now.

Habit is a terrible thing.

"Ah Spotted, what's wrong with you!"

Ron, who was on the other side, suddenly let out a panicked exclamation, only to see that he was scrambling to grab the tail of his pet mouse, looking a little overwhelmed.

Spotted didn't know what was going on, and was struggling and trying to bite him like crazy.

"It's all petrified!"

Reluctantly, Hermione picked up her wand and pronounced a spell.

She found that Ron, who was in the same house, was simply poor in his ability to deal with all sorts of things.

Not at all as smart as Fred and George.

Sometimes, Hermione often wondered if they were really family.

"Take care of your dirty rat and don't let it mess with the dinner table!"

The little witch said with some disgust, after all, she hated this dwarf creature more than anything.

"Spotted is my friend, not a rat in the stinking gutter!"

Ron resisted unconvinced.

After he watched the rats who had lived with him for so many years, he had long become one of his family!

Even closer than Fred and George.

And at this time, a voice like a lark came from behind him.

"That Lorne, do you have time now?"

When Lorne looked back, it was Miss Luna with long hair and waist, and they had seen each other less and less often since the last Thestrals.

"Can you come to the rooftop—I'm talking about you..."