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

After seeing off the two brothers, Fred and George, Lorne sat down in a chair with the two tickets in his hand.

Quidditch takes place in August, and it's only mid-July, so there's still plenty of time to wait.

"By the way, I almost forgot the picture of the frog cub sent back. "

After taking a sip of black tea, Lorne couldn't help but touch the tip of his tall nose.

Since the last time he resurrected Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, he had forgotten to look at the three photos he had thrown into the Divine Might space.

However, when it comes to Luna's family, they have never been seen out in the last few days, as if the whole room is empty.

With a whirlpool, Lorne's figure appeared directly in the pitch-black Shenwei space, a pair of scarlet eyes searching the ground for the three photos thrown in.

After three years of sustainable development, the entire Shenwei space has become a large storage room.

It was full of everything, and there was even a Dementor who had been hungry for about half a month.

"Shhh "

Looking at the Dementors in the golden cage, Lorne snapped his fingers.

The golden thunderbolt instantly dissipated into midair, but the Dementor remained motionless, as if dead.

It's not really dead, is it?

However, he remembered that when the Dementors died, they would turn into a black mist, leaving no corpses behind.

As if sensing that the blonde wizard was approaching, the Dementor moved slightly.

It didn't dare to make a big move, because the cage made of thunder and lightning was too small.

"Looks alive. "

Lorne chuckled as he looked at the Dementors huddled in fear.

Didn't you expect the Dementors to be scared of that?

The scarlet kaleidoscope was replaced by pale blue eyes, and Lorne sat in a chair with three photos, taking a leisurely sip of hot black tea.

It's a laid-back country life!

Tom Riddle, the tool man, helped him clean up Tumbledown Alley, Deputy Director Lockhart paved the way for his Miss Granger in the Ministry of Magic, and even the two Fred brothers helped him earn money on the gold gallons...

It's a good life.

"Lorne, who just came?"

At this time, Hermione, who was wearing a thin long skirt and pajamas, walked downstairs, rubbed her sleepy eyes with a pair of soft little hands, and asked softly.

As she spoke, she covered her mouth and yawned, and some teardrops appeared in her brown eyes.

"It was Fred who gave us two tickets to the Quidditch World Cup. "

Lorne raised the ticket in his hand and said softly.

Hermione also walked over curiously, her untidy brown curls a little messy.

"I'd better help you get your hair in order first. "

Brushing the brown curls near the tip of his nose, he got up and walked behind Hermione, then pressed her against the chair.

"What hairstyle do you want today, a fishtail, a ponytail or a double ponytail?"

"It's okay, as long as you do it, I like it!"

A smile tugged at the corner of Hermione's mouth, and she said in the tone of his voice.

That's how Lorne likes to answer her questions.

It's been three years together, and the little witch has long since learned to learn how to speak.

"Then keep your ponytail low. "

Lorne shrugged and laughed.

After arranging her hairstyle, Hermione's gaze froze as she swept over the table.

Because there were three pictures on the table, but Lorne had just placed them on them.

"The frog cub sent you pictures again?"

Looking at the three strange photos, Hermione picked up one and asked curiously.

But after seeing the scene in the photo, she was stunned.

"Yes, it was the traveling frog cub who sent it back to me. "

Lorne also set his eyes on the photo in her hand.

It shows a group of slaves wielding iron picks, young people, children, and old people...

Everyone wore shackles made of steel, their faces were dull, and their faces were full of despair and numbness.

"Your frog cub... Where did you travel?"

Hermione couldn't help but ask when she saw the scene in the photo.

There was also complexity in the tone.

She had never seen such a cruel scene, and it was hard to imagine that there would be so many slaves in this day and age.

"We might try to tell the Ministry of Magic. "

The little witch whispered.

Ministry of Magic?

The Ministry of Magic can't control the affairs of another world...

Lorne shook his head and reached out to open the third photo from her hand.

It was a crying little red-haired girl, the same person in the first photo, except that one of her eyes was covered with an eyepatch - it looked like she was injured or blind.

"We can't take care of their business, Miss Hermione. "

Lorne whispered in her ear.

Although he didn't care that these pictures were seen by her, he could even tell the little witch in front of him the secrets about the frog cubs.

After all, Miss Granger was the closest person in the world—not one.

"But they... I really can't imagine anywhere else this kind of evil can happen!"

Hermione took the hand that rested on her shoulder with her small hand and whispered softly.

"There are so many things in the world that I can't even imagine. "

"Maybe you can start with the position of the Minister of Magic, didn't you say you were going to liberate the house-elves?"

Lorne said as he touched her white cheeks.

"House-elves..."

Hermione put down the picture in her hand, her head down, as if thinking about something.

She certainly remembers what she said in first grade.

To liberate the oppressed house-elves once and for all, they deserve to be paid for their hard work.

For example, in the case of building houses, Lorne paid them some gold Galleons.

And the house-elves were grateful, because they had never been paid for their work.

"I'm the man who wants to be the Minister of Magic!"

Lorne leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"So you have to work hard to become a minister!"

I've already paved the way for you.

(Ask for flowers and votes every day!Immediately end the Quidditch match and enter the Triwizard Tournament!)