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

Lorne tapped the table gently with one hand and looked at the small compass on his wrist thoughtfully.

The way to verify a person's identity - it is not difficult for him.

After dinner, all classes this morning were outdoor classes.

One was Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class, and the other was Hagrid's animal protection class.

According to past practice, Gryffindor and Slytherin were in class together.

Follow the gently descending lawn towards the small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Yaya, long time no see!"

Hermione hugged her book, squatted down and looked at the huge hound Fang, gently stroking its little head with her white hands.

At this time, Hagrid was standing in front of the door of the hut, with something still on the ground at his feet. There were several open wooden boxes, and a foul smell hit his face from inside.

Lorn couldn't help but cover his nose, and Hermione took a step back in disgust and hugged his arm, pulling her brown curly hair away. He leaned on his shoulder.

Due to the herbal medicine class in the previous class, Lorne's body inevitably had some fresh earthy smell and strong herbal smell. It just offset the stench of the box at Hagrid's feet.

Yaya was studying It kept wailing, and its sharp claws scratched out long pits in the muddy ground, as if it might collapse to the ground at any time.

"Hey, your reaction is so exaggerated!"Hagrid smiled at them, and then placed the box in front of him.

"It's best to wait for the late Slytherins first, they definitely don't want to miss this - my carefully cultivated blast-ended snails!"

"So disgusting..." Hermione buried her little nose in her robe, her brown eyes full of disgust.

She really couldn't think of such a disgusting creature in the world - I'm afraid even Dementors are worse than they are better

"We don't want to keep these things in this class - it's disgusting!"Ron couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The blast-ended snails in the boxes were making constant creaking noises. Hagrid took one out and placed it on the ground, scratching it helplessly. Scratching his head.

Harry looked at his hand with some horror and swallowed hard. He couldn't keep this hand - those snails were like changed lobsters with their shells removed, white and gray. It's slimy, with many legs sticking out of its flesh in random directions, and you can't even see where its head is.…

"I'd rather die than touch any of this stuff, Lorne!"

Hermione sniffed the strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp in the air, her delicate little face instantly wrinkled, and she couldn't help but bury her head and muttered softly.

"I don't want to touch it either..."

Lorne patted Hermione's back gently, his light blue eyes filled with disgust. This was the first time he felt such disgust towards a living thing.

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The one-hour class is finally over!

All the little wizards quickly escaped from the smelly restricted area.

Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts

"It's quite easy to raise, at least these snails are small."

Ron recalled the time when he raised those snails and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Although those weird creatures smelled stinky, they were not troublesome to raise.

After all, you only need to throw the food in. ,

"They are creatures newly cultivated by Hagrid."

Lorne shook his head and said

"If Hagrid had been given a few days, I'm afraid those skrewts would have grown to more than six inches."

The little witch on the side couldn't help but get a little angry when she thought of the appearance of those fried-ended snails.

She was thinking about whether to cancel Hagrid's course...

After a simple meal of lamb chops and pumpkin pie, Harry and Ron held their books and went to the North Tower to take a divination class dejectedly.

Lorne and Hermione were preparing to pack up their books and go see how little Erza was doing.

Since the first-year courses were relatively Few, so little Erza had already finished her meal and gone to class.

She didn’t bump into them.

"Let me see, um... Erza's class today should be Professor Flitwick's Charms class."

Lorne glanced at the class schedule in his hand, turned his head and said to Hermione who was holding the book.

"Fortunately it wasn't Professor Snape's Potions class."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said.

If it were Professor Snape's Potions class, the two of them would probably be chased away by Snape just by standing by the window.

"It seems like I haven't seen the little witch named Evans for a long time."

Walking on the spiraling stairs, Hermione suddenly remembered the strange little witch and asked softly.

Evans...

Lorne subconsciously touched the tip of his nose.

Anyway, he had already done what he had done to Lily's reincarnated body. After the order was given, it was basically impossible for the two of them to separate.

And just around the corner leading to the Charms class, Lorne's eyes suddenly paused slightly.

It was a short, fat man wearing a long traveling windbreaker, full of It’s a scarred face with a protruding eye...

Alastor Moody!

I didn’t expect to meet him here.

"Is that the new Professor Moody?"

Hermione also noticed the figure in front of her, and then she raised her head and looked at Lorne who was standing there with some confusion.

It was unclear what he was thinking in his heart at this time.

Then under the little witch's doubtful eyes, Lorne En gently opened the compass in her hand.

Of course she knew the octagonal compass in front of her. It was a compass that could point to the things that people desire most in their hearts.

But... what did Lorne want to do with this compass now?

As the compass was opened , Lorne also focused his attention on the continuously rotating pointer.

Alastor Moody.

He was thinking about this name in his heart.

Soon the pointer slowly stopped, and he looked in the direction of the pointer. It's obviously to the left of the professor in front of me - he was indeed switched.

"Are you two observing me?"

At this moment, a hoarse and nervous voice sounded from the opposite side.

Moody was seen limping slowly in front of them. His only remaining eye was half-closed, and he asked seriously.

"No professor, I'm just thinking maybe my pointer is broken."

Looking at the Death Eater in front of him, Lorne raised the compass in his hand and said with a chuckle.

A guess flashed through the mind of Hermione standing next to her, and her brown eyes slowly widened in an instant.

No way. ——The professor in front of you is pretending, right?