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

Chapter 61



A few days after a Quidditch match.

It was snowing heavily all around Hogwarts, and the weather was getting colder by the day.

Lorne followed Hermione into Professor Flitwick's Charms class, and he had nothing to do, so he simply followed Hermione to the class.

A group of lions cubs and a group of badgers with a small snake in the middle of it look very interesting.

There are also quite a few people in Hufflepuff who know Lorne, mainly because Lorne has been so famous lately.

Quidditch's dazzling technique, handsome facial features, and gentle and polite personality all made him famous at Hogwarts.

The little witches, in particular, mostly regard Lorne as their crush.

"Why do they all look at me like that?"

Lorne noticed the burning gaze and whispered to Hermione.

The gaze of those little witches made him feel that if he wasn't in class, he would probably pounce directly.

"How do I know?"

Miss Hermione noticed some of the jealous glances and snorted softly.

Why are you so popular with girls, don't you know yourself!

Ask while knowing the answer.

Looking at Miss Hermione's jealous little head, Lorne smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He liked to see Hermione like that.

It's so cute.

"I didn't expect you to come here for class?"

Harry and Ron sat behind Lorne.

Ron also hurriedly apologized to Hermione after what happened that night.

Miss Hermione, who had harvested Lorne, happened to be in a good mood and accepted the apology.

"Lorne, when will those fun cards be made?"

Ron asked curiously, holding the speck who wanted to break free.

Ever since the last time the twins gave Ron a card game to do, Harry and the others were immediately looking forward to it.

Even Harry leaned over curiously.

Although he lost to Slytherin in Quidditch, the match was only a match and did not affect Lorne's relationship with them.

What's more, Lorne didn't make a violent breakthrough against Gryffindor's team either.

But Wood was hostile to him.

Because several times the Quaffle almost hit him in the face.

"That card is still going to be a long time away, at least by the end of this semester you should be able to complete the first set."

Lorne thought about it and said with some uncertainty.

The Weasley brothers' skills were ready, and he just needed a set of cards in his hand.

Painting and dubbing take time, and the Weasley brothers alone are not enough, and more people need to be used.

Thinking about it like this, more than a hundred gold gallons may not be enough.

"I've heard that Professor McGonagall agreed to Fred's voice request." At this time, Hermione, who had gossip, said suddenly.

The news instantly attracted the attention of several people.

"Professor McGonagall is joining?" Harry said incredulously.

That Professor McGonagall, who has a serious face every day, would be interested in these things?

You're not aware that Professor McGonagall has also won the Quidditch Badge of Honor in previous editions.

Lorne was a little surprised, but not hard to understand.

"yes, I didn't expect Professor McGonagall to say yes." Hermione shrugged.

I really don't know how the twins managed to convince Professor McGonagall.

It's really curious.

Creak!

While a few people were chatting, the door to the classroom was pushed open.

The howling wind and snow blew into the room through the cracks in the door, and the fire was blown to the ground.

Hermione's little head shrunk into her scarf, and one of her small hands was held by Lorne in a wide wizard's robe.

"Oh, sorry, it's late!" The diminutive Professor Flitwick walked in with a large book in his arms and used his wand to remove the snow from his body.

"Geralt, I didn't expect you to be here?"

Once he had taken his seat, Professor Flitwick was stunned.

He actually saw the Slytherin students in the Gryffindor class.

But when he saw Hermione sitting next to Lorne, a flash of realization flashed across his face.

I didn't expect these two talented little wizards to come together.

What a surprise.

"Good morning, Professor!"

Lorne said with a smile.

"Oh, good morning sir."

Professor Flitwick nodded.

Today's spell is about attack spells, and it's also a harmless spell, the Leg Lock.

Lorne and Hermione had already studied in the library, so the lesson was a bit boring for the two of them.

"Don't move!"

Hermione squeezed the hand in the wizard's robe that was about to move, and her brown eyes narrowed.

"I just wanted to change the gesture."

Lorne said innocently.

What can he do?

After all, he looks like a harmless animal.

"I don't believe it."

Miss Hermione was not fooled at all.

Okay, okay, he's not moving, okay.

Lorne yawned and looked at the window next to Hermione.

However, it was this glance that made him stunned for a moment.

What did he see?

The Weasley brothers were taking a snowball and aiming at Quirrell as he was fleeing everywhere.

Snowballs of white and sturdy sturdy slammed into the back of Quirrell's head.

"You, you, I'm going to tell your dean!"

Quirrell shouted as he fled, his hands holding the purple turban without a plaster cast to keep it from falling.

This is the only highlight moment for the two brothers, right?

Lorne, who knew that Quirrell had Voldemort in the back of his head, thought that you didn't hit Quirrell in the back of the head, but you hit his master!

Hermione also spotted a snowball fight outside her window at this time.

"Pathetic Professor Quirrell."

Looking at Quirrell as he fled in all directions, Miss Hermione said sympathetically.

"yes, that's pathetic."

Lorne nodded in agreement.

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"How dare you dare, those lowly rats!"

The dormant Voldemort was directly woken up by a snowball from Fred.

He has lived for so many years, when has he ever suffered this kind of grievance!

"Master, master, don't worry, I already know the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone..."

Quirrell hugged the back of his head to dodge the flying snowballs, whispering in fear.

"Hurry up—find me the Philosopher's Stone!"

Voldemort roared.

"Hahaha, Quirrell was beaten away!"

George couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Quirrell as he ran into the classroom in a panic.

"Well done!"

Fred pinched another snowball to the side and threw it at George's face.

"Damn!"

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