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

Inside the library.

Compared with the cold weather outside where the wind and snow are raging, it is still very warm here.

When Lorne came to the corner of the library, he immediately saw the girl who was leaning on a wooden chair and writing and drawing with a quill.

Next to her, there is a sleeping Tom cat, which looks very warm.

"I am coming."

Lorne walked over softly, touched her little head with his hand and said softly.

Pulling out the empty chair next to him, he took a book from the bookshelf and sat down.

"Her hair will be messed up..."

Hermione raised the corners of her mouth and complained softly.

"I'm helping you re-tie it. Lorne said nonchalantly.

Anyway, the first thing he does when he gets up every morning is to help the sleepy Miss Granger put on an exquisite hairstyle.

Almost two years have passed, and his skills have become more and more proficient.

Read With the unknown biography in his hand, Lorne looked around at the surrounding environment.

He didn't know if he hadn't been to the library for a long time, but he always felt that the originally deserted place suddenly had many little wizards - big Some are seniors

"At the end of this semester they will take the Wizarding Level Examination (O.W.L), Fred and the others seem to be taking this exam too."

After noticing Lorne's gaze, Hermione blinked her smart eyes and explained to him gently.

However, this kind of wizard level examination is still relatively far away for them, at least they don't need to be exposed to it now.

Look at yourself With the dense knowledge points in the notebook, the little witch feels that becoming the Minister of Magic is not an easy task.

Studying is also a very tiring task.

Anyone who uses the time turner almost every day will feel tired.

The sky is gradually getting dark. It’s getting later and later, and there are fewer and fewer little wizards studying hard in the library.

"Do you want to go to the Great Hall for dinner tonight, or do you want to go to the Room of Requirement and I'll cook it for you?"

Lorne looked at Miss Hermione who stopped her quill. He also closed the book gently and asked with a chuckle.

"Go to the Room of Requirement!"

Hermione's brown eyes lit up, and she spoke the answer she wanted without hesitation.

If you can have some alone time, why not be alone!

"OK."

Lorne nodded, and then he woke up Tom Cat who was still sleeping next to him.

"After leaving Tom, it's time to go back to eat."

After hearing the word"eat", Tom Cat instantly became energetic. He quickly picked up the black schoolbag hanging on the chair - it was used by Miss Hermione to store books.

After walking out of the library, The cold wind outside swept through her body instantly.

Hermione couldn't help but wrap herself in the Gryffindor robe. Her brown curly hair was already covered with a layer of white snowflakes, making her look like an elf in the snow.

Lorne couldn't help laughing and patted the snowflakes from her hair, and then gently snapped his fingers.

With the surge of blue magic, the two people and the snowflakes in the sky were completely separated from each other in the two worlds.

And Tom Cat was Holding his trembling body, he looked at his two masters blankly.

How could he have forgotten it!

In the room where the request was made,

Lorne placed a roasted turkey in the center of the table, and two bottles of foaming butter. The beer was placed on the side.

The fire was burning slowly, and the flames warmed the cold room.

Tom, who was shivering from the cold, was lying next to the fire with a contented face.

With a rich meal After the dinner, Lorne sat at the wooden table, holding a quill pen and writing letters in elegant handwriting.

Miss Granger had changed her slightly wet turtleneck sweater into a pink rabbit Pajamas, amethyst earrings swaying with her movements

"Are you writing Professor Snape's Potions paper?"

Hermione, who had already changed into her pajamas, slowly approached and asked curiously.

"The paper has been written long ago, and I am going to send a letter to a friend in Knockturn Alley."

Lorne responded softly.

Yes, he wanted to send a letter to his friends in Knockturn Alley.

——To his most beloved senior Tom.

Thinking about his next plan, the corners of Lorne's mouth curled up slightly, and the quill in his hand kept writing.

Hermione did not disturb him, but sat quietly aside, holding the side of her face with her hands and watching his profile.

Now Lorne has become more handsome than when they first met three years ago...

Looking at it, the little witch became stunned.

Sure enough, you will never get tired of looking at this face!

As the quill used up the last trace of ink, the letter was finished.

Lorne put the letter in an envelope and placed it next to the table.

But after he turned around, he was slightly stunned when he saw Hermione's look.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

As he said that, he wiped his cheek with his hand in confusion.

"No...I just want to see more of you."

Hermione chuckled, and her petite and cute body slowly came closer.

"Just like you usually look at me!"

As the words fell, her little head had already arrived in front of Lorne.

"Well——"

Before Lorne could react, he felt his breath hitch.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl who subconsciously hugged her and closed her brown eyes.

Miss Granger is so strange today - but this feels good too!

………

Knockturn Alley.

In a luxuriously decorated room.

Tom rubbed the swollen corners of his eyes and looked at the snowy scene outside the window with a pair of black eyes, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

That bastard Geralt has no mercy at all when he exploits people.

I only sleep four hours a day and work the rest of the day!

This kind of person should be hung up on a street light!

Thinking of Geralt's smiling face, Tom sighed helplessly.

He also thought about resisting, but this damn curse was too powerful - it could not be lifted no matter what method he used.

Thinking that his soul could only be played with like this for the rest of his life, Tom was filled with despair.

Bang bang - at this moment, there was a knock on the wooden door

"Come in."

Tom said calmly.

As the door opened, Morris came in holding a letter.

"This is a letter from Mr. Geralt!"

Geralt sent me a letter?

Tom felt cold. He knew that Geralt would never do anything good if he sent him a letter.

The last letter he sent asked him to find some good amethysts.

"Got it, go out first."

He picked up the envelope on the table, opened it and took a look at the letter inside.

After reading it, Tom's fists couldn't help but harden.

He knew that Geralt must be doing nothing good by sending the letter!

In such a cold day, He actually asked me to dig a grave!?