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

He- Hermione?

Hearing a pleasant voice behind him, Lorne's body stiffened slightly as he held the potion.

He looked down at the aphrodisiac in his hand, and then turned around a little helplessly.

"So Miss Rabbit, you made all these aphrodisiacs?"

"Of course I made it!"

Hermione didn't hide it either, nodded directly.

The potions in this box were all made by the two of them, except for Lorne's, and the rest were naturally Hermione's.

Even if you want to hide it, you can't hide it.

"Y-want to taste it?"

The little witch asked tentatively.

Even after three years, she still wondered what Lorne would smell after drinking the aphrodisiac.

Hermione, for example, smelled her boyfriend, the scent of grass and earth, and the ink of a sheepskin scroll.

"Dear Miss Granger, you really haven't given up yet. "

Lorne took the aphrodisiac potion in his hand and looked at her with a smirk.

Is that how you want him to be sent to Azkaban and become the youngest Dark Wizard?

But—Miss Hermione will be an adult in a few months.

Or... Just give it a try?

Shaking the pink liquid in the bottle, Lorne thought subconsciously.

Anyway, if you give it a try, he won't lose anything...

"I didn't, hurry up and have dinner. "

Hermione gave him a blank look, then turned and walked up the stairs.

Lorne, who was standing behind him, looked at the potion in his hand, shrugged his shoulders, and went up.

Inside the first floor of the wooden house.

Bright lights illuminate the living room, and the faint sound of running water can be heard inside the room, and even the melodious chirping of summer insects can be heard.

The temperature in the room was very low under the spell, and it was completely extreme of the humid and muggy outside.

I have to say, some of the daily spells are really handy.

Tom was nestled on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the moonlight, with several magazines of different styles and a wand at its side.

It can be seen that Tom has gradually adapted to life in this world.

Walking into the kitchen, Lorne saw at a glance a few books that had been opened.

"Magic for Your Cheese", "The Magic of Toasting"...

Like this kind of magic book, he remembered that the little witch seemed to have bought a lot of them in the Blotted bookstore.

I didn't expect to start learning so soon!

"These books were introduced to me by Mrs. Weasley, and for the first time I knew that magic could be used to cook. "

Hermione smiled and waved her wand in her hand, and then some furniture such as teacups, plates, and silver forks began to float towards the table outside the door.

A sumptuous dinner was also served on the table.

Pumpkin soup, roast beef, Yorkshire pudding...

"Looks like you're much better at cooking than I am now. "

Lorne couldn't help but pinch the tip of her little nose and chuckle in praise.

"It's far worse than you. "

Hermione blinked, slapped Lorne's mischievous hand away, and responded softly.

The little witch is still very self-aware of her cooking skills.

There's no way to compare it to Lorne!

One thing to say, she has never seen such an all-round person as her boyfriend, no matter what skill can and is very proficient.

.........

Early the next morning.

The breeze blows the curtains and the sunlight spills through the cracks in the bedroom.

Lorne had just opened his eyes when he heard a knock on the door downstairs, and Hermione, who had been a pillow all night, couldn't help but stuff her little head into her quilt.

"Mr. Geralt, look who's coming..."

A weak voice came from inside the quilt.

"Hmm. "

Lorne stood up from the side of the bed, stretched slightly, and then walked to the window and looked underneath.

The dazzling sunlight made him half-squint his eyes.

Below are two red-haired figures knocking on the door.

"Fred and George..."

Lorne couldn't help but yawn, and then went straight to the first floor.

Now even if he has the Dragon Slayer Demon Crystal to strengthen his body, theoretically speaking, he will be fine even if he doesn't sleep for half a month, but his habits over the years still make him can't help but feel sleepy

Habit is a terrible thing.

For example, he's now switched from chocolate milk to black tea — well, under the watchful eye of the little witch.

"Good morning, what time is it to knock on the door..."

Lorne opened the door, rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but ask.

"It's eight o'clock, and if you're at Hogwarts you should have gone to class a long time ago. "

Fred said a little speechlessly.

"I remember you and Hermione didn't get up too late, in Hogwarts. "

"There is still a difference between home and school. "

Lorne turned slightly to the side, allowing the two men to come in first.

Although the current season is summer, the temperature in the morning is still slightly cold.

Especially beside this creek where no one is around.

"So... You two are here to give tickets to the game?"

Lorne placed the poured black tea in front of the two of them, and then picked up the two tickets that were placed on the table.

This is the upcoming Quidditch World Cup in recent months.

"My father got a few from someone else and gave them to you and Hermione as gifts. "

George took a sip of black tea, stuck out his tongue when it was hot, and said a little slurred.

"I thought we would need to buy another ticket, but Mr. Weasley gave us two of them. "

Lorne chuckled and shook his head.

Speaking of Quidditch, though, he might have to prepare two more - for his dean and Lily, who was given away as gifts.

I don't know what happened to the two of them in Spider's Tail Alley lately.

Lorne's eyes narrowed at the thought of this.

I was looking forward to what Harry would look like when he saw his mother and Snape together.

It must have been fun at that time.

The corners of Lorne's mouth lifted subconsciously.

"I don't know why... I feel like you're laughing so disgustingly. "

Fred looked at him with disgust and said.

It's obviously a very handsome face, but in terms of cooperation, this smile gives him a feeling of trembling.