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

A light rain gradually drifted from the gloomy sky, and a cool cold wind whistled across the rooftop.

As Luna's words had fallen, Lorne froze slightly in place, although he had a rough guess.

Sure enough, it was the same as the guess in his mind.

When Luna asks if he can resurrect the dead, he knows what the purpose of the little witch in front of him in the carriage is.

To be able to resurrect the dead again - that is not what he means to be reborn in the dirt?

Other than that, the others have no power to take people at the hands of death.

And at that moment, the needle of that compass pointed to you. Luna touched the little raindrops on her face, and there was no sense of trance on her face, and she asked, "So, you must have a way to resurrect the dead, right?"

"You want to resurrect your mother?" asked Lorne softly after a moment of silence.

Without waiting for Luna to answer, he took the first step to isolate the two of them from the rain with the wand in his hand.

Raindrops in mid-air seemed to hit a semicircular barrier, splashing in all directions.

"I can help you. "

Looking at Luna, who bowed her head and was silent, Lorne thought for a moment and said.

Hearing this, Luna couldn't help but raise her head, her silver-gray eyes full of shock.

Didn't he mean that he did have this ability!

But is it really a magic spell to resurrect the dead?

But you see, there is a difference between the resurrected and the living, and the price of raising the dead is that there is a man as a living sacrifice. "

Lorne looked at Luna, who was standing in the rain in a daze, and explained to her the disadvantages of reincarnation.

He knew that Luna would not be able to decide whether or not to resurrect her mother, and that if she did, it would mean that another life would also be lost.

So, what he needed was an answer from Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood.

Thinking of Xenophilius's identity, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

As the editor-in-chief of "Singing Contrarians", which once crushed the Daily Prophet in terms of sales, his influence in the British wizarding world is still okay.

That's exactly what Lorne likes.

"I-"

Luna looked a little hesitant.

She didn't know what to choose, especially when she heard that she had to use a living person to perform the resurrection spell.

Maybe everyone has their own selfishness, but now she is just a twelve-year-old girl.

"Maybe you can go back and ask your father, and if he agrees, I'll help. "

Lorne said with a shrug as he looked at Luna, who was struggling.

"It's kind of a pact between us as friends, Miss Luna. "

Luna nodded with a complicated expression.

She couldn't make up her mind, so she had to go home and ask her father as Lorne had said.

"That's it, Miss Hermione should wait for me after class. "

With that, Lorne walked slowly to the top of the stairs, and before leaving, he turned his head to Luna who was still in the rain.

"You should go back quickly, thinking in the rain will not calm you down. "

"Goodbye, Miss Luna. "

When Luna came back to her senses, she realized that Lorne's figure had disappeared into the dark staircase.

She was the only one left on the rooftop, and the sound of raindrops in her ears was very harsh.

"Goodbye—"

Luna whispered in response.

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"Where's Lorne, where did he run again!?"

Flint asked Malfoy with a grin.

"Gryffindor's Granger had just gone on a date with him, and Lorne said you better not bother him. "

Malfoy hugged his latest magic broom and reluctantly asked Lorne to pass it on.

Ever since Lorne joined the Quidditch team, he has been seen in almost every training session.

Even if it did, it would only stay for a short while, and then it would disappear.

"What! He's gone on a date with Gryffindor again!?"

Flint's nose was crooked, and he blushed and threw his broom on the muddy floor, splashing some mud on his green robe.

How did he feel that pulling Lorne into the team was a wrong choice!

I only know about dating every day, and I don't come to training or anything at all.

And the most infuriating thing is that this man, who he persuaded him with good words, can't be scolded at all—because he can't beat the blonde wizard at all.

You must know that Lorne's name as a top student is not for nothing, in the first few semesters his grades have always been among the best, and the only one who can beat him in the entire Hogwarts is Gryffindor's Granger.

Coincidentally, these two people are still a well-known couple.

The two of them could be seen everywhere they went, just like the twins.

"Then can we stop practicing now?"

Malfoy asked, expectantly.

I don't know what's going on this semester, but Flint has become exactly like Gryffindor's Wood, working overtime every day to train Quidditch!

It's like going crazy.

Their little snakes don't have the reckless physique of the lions, and if they continue like this, they will die!

"Practice, why don't you practice!"

Flint picked up the broom on the ground and glanced at the Quidditch team with a fierce look, gritting his teeth.

"Even without that blonde lazy dog, we can still practice!"

Blonde Lazy...

Malfoy subconsciously touched his pale blonde hair, always feeling as if he was scolding himself.

But... In the end, I still have to practice!

He picked up the broom in his hand and sighed, then followed in Flint's footsteps.

In the past few days, the high-intensity practice has made them lose the nature of playing ball at all.

And on the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts.

A leisurely boat was slowly floating on the surface of the lake, and the water surface was also rippling in circles.

"Is it really good that you don't practice?"

Hermione picked up a grape and put it in her boyfriend's mouth lying on her calf, asking worriedly.

"Worried about what?"

Lorne said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

"Anyway, I told Malfoy that you were going to force me away. "