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

Looking at the empty screaming shack, Lorne frowned slightly and slowly wandered around the room.

The old wooden planks creak under pressure, which makes people's hearts sour.

After looking around again, Sirius was still nowhere to be seen.

"Did you go to Hogsmeade?"

Lorne frowned and muttered to himself.

Looking at the gradually gloomy sky outside the window, he simply shook his head and left the place directly.

After stepping out of the screaming shack, Lorne walked in the direction of the auditorium.

Since Sirius is not there, the rat hunt will have to be postponed for a while.

After all, the end result he wanted was to clear Sirius's guilt, not just catch Peter Pettigrew.

Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The flaming candles moved slowly in mid-air with the blessing of the Levitation Charm, and the entire hall was slightly decorated with colorful ribbons, making it look very atmospheric.

When Lorne arrives at Gryffindor's table, he sees a group of young wizards playing a game of werewolf killing.

Fred, as the referee of this match, smiled and waved at Lorne after seeing him coming.

And his little girlfriend didn't join the werewolf killing.

Miss Hermione held her face in her hand, a straw inserted into the strawberry juice in her mouth, and a pair of brown eyes watched the game between them with a little boredom.

It's stupid...

If she had been allowed to participate, the game would have ended on the evening of the third day.

"Why didn't you play with them?"

Lorne smiled and walked over, pulling the straw out of her little mouth with his hand, and whispered.

"Lorne, you're back from the Headmaster's Office!"

Hermione blinked her beautiful eyes, and a smile slowly crossed her lips.

She hadn't seen her boyfriend all afternoon today.

"It's no fun, Ron they're too easy to put emotions on their faces, like Harry, he's definitely a witch. "

As she spoke, Hermione also pointed to Harry, who was beaming with joy on his face.

Harry wouldn't be so happy if he was a civilian.

"I'm guessing Harry is definitely a wolf!"

Ron raised his hand and said loudly, drawing everyone's eyes to it.

Harry's face, which was still smiling, instantly froze.

I'm a witch—

"Look at Harry's treacherous smile, according to Hermione, he's definitely a wolf!"

Ron pointed at Harry and tried to debunk him.

"Pig teammates..."

Hermione shook her head and said helplessly.

It was because of the existence of someone like Ron that she didn't want to play.

She reached out to get the straw, only to find that Lorne had already taken it, and the little witch couldn't help but give him a blank look.

"That's my strawberry juice..."

She whispered angrily.

As the game ended, the result ended up with George's werewolf side winning, especially after learning of Harry's identity as a witch, Ron almost got his head under the table.

Especially when he saw Harry's angry gaze, he didn't know what to say.

After all, it was his idea to vote Harry out.

After a hearty dinner, Lorne gave Hermione a look, and the other nodded understandingly.

Immediately after, the two of them left the lively auditorium hand in hand.

The cool breeze outside was blowing slowly, and the robes on the two of them were blown up, and Hermione leaned her little head against Lorne's back to prevent her fishtail from being blown up.

Along the long bridge reflected under the stars, Lorne and the others walked slowly towards the main Hogwarts building.

Since Peter Pettigrew hasn't been seen in the last few days, the conditions for the control have been relaxed a lot.

At least both of them can go back to the dorm without following the prefect.

.........

Early the next morning.

Everything outside the window was foggy, as if you were in a cloud of moisture, and you couldn't see anything.

Lorne looked at the sleeping little witch and gently pulled his arm out from underneath.

It was used as a pillow for the night, and I couldn't help but feel a little numb.

As if sensing the loss of the comfortable pillow under her head, Miss Granger slowly opened her eyes, and a pair of brown eyes looked sleepily at Lorne, who had already entered the changing room.

She half-sat up with one hand supporting her body, and yawned with the other hand over her small mouth.

"Is it almost winter?"

Looking at the frost from the window, Hermione tilted her little head and muttered something quietly.

Does that mean you can sleep again and be lazy - no, no, how can you have this kind of thought!

It must have been Mr. Geralt who brought her to ruin!

Well, it must be!

Hermione patted her lovely cheek with her hand, and then walked out of bed in her slippers.

The hood on the bunny's pajamas dangled in the back, as if it were the rabbit ears she had conjured.

Once she had put on her white shirt and tie, Hermione pulled Lorne and trotted through the fog.

The cold weather caused both of them to wear crimson scarves, and a young couple dressed similarly walked into the auditorium.

"You two woke up so early!"

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, who hadn't woken up yet, and covered her mouth with some surprise.

Then she looked down at the watch on her wrist, and it was just seven o'clock.

At this time, these two people are not visible at the table.

"Can't we just get up so early!"

"There was a Quidditch tryout this morning, and Ron wanted to participate, so he got up so early. "

The two men gave two different answers at the same time, and Ron blushed and glanced at Harry helplessly.

Aren't you all good friends?

"Oh. "

Hermione nodded knowingly.

Then, instead of continuing to ask, he sat in his place and looked at today's Daily Prophet.

"Damn, I'll be able to join Quidditch!"

Ron yelled.

"I didn't say you couldn't get in. "

Hermione squinted at him and said in a light tone.

"Lorne Lorne, take a look at this report!"

After reading the daily newspaper for a while, Hermione's eyes widened and she quickly pulled Lorne's sleeve.

Lorne, who was eating a cream cake, was directly rubbed by the cream.

“... What?"

After wiping the cream off, he leaned over curiously.

"Tumbledown Alley is about to see the next Dark Lord?"