Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

Finally, at Lorne’s suggestion, the three officially founded Fairy Tail on the edge of Black Lake!

No one knows how much waves this store will make in the wizarding world in the future.

Even the three didn’t think so long-term.

“I still think that the tail of the nightshade sounds good.”

George muttered.

“By the way, I draw the badge, it is a trademark!”

Lorne completely filtered George’s nonsense, laughing and drawing a leprechaun logo with his wand on a clean piece of snow.

The eyes of Fred and George lit up when they looked at the exquisite logo.

This beautiful badge alone convinced these two at once.

“Great, we were going to use dung eggs as a trademark at the beginning!”

George said happily.

“This sign is much better than a dung egg!”

Hearing George’s words, Lorne was obviously stunned.

It’s too brave to use dung eggs as a trademark.

“The matter of the trademark will be left to the two of you.”

Finish drawing the badge, Lorne said.

“Okay, don’t worry!”

The twins confidently agreed.

Later, the three of them chatted on the edge of the Black Lake about the general development of the store.

Everything in Lorne’s mind needed to be matched with magic, so Gemini decided to go to the library in the afternoon and stay until the evening.

The results of the two were not bad, but their brains were not on studying.

After having the research of the goods, the twins immediately became energetic.

Watching the two figures leave with interest, Lorne nodded in satisfaction.

The two of them worked hard, and he was only responsible for coming up with a few ideas.

In contrast, Lorne seemed much more relaxed.

After returning to the Slytherin common room.

Lorne patted his snow-covered blonde hair and then blew it dry with his wand.

Recently, there are many young wizards who have colds in the school, and the school doctor sees many people there every day.

Although he doesn’t think his physique will catch a cold, it’s better to be careful.

After drying his hair, Lorne was suddenly stunned.

I don’t seem to have seen a frog cub in many days.

Since the last time the frog cubs were brought back to the mother’s drowning spring, he subconsciously forgot to go to the nest to see the frog cubs.

When he returned to his dormitory, he came to his bedside position.

In the soft den, there are no more frog cubs, only a few photos that do not know when they appeared.

The photo is about a little girl with short hair in a sweatshirt, and a young man with a somewhat large nose in a blue shirt.

Another photograph shows a giant turtle with a hexagonal stone carved in the center of its shell.

There are also patterns of this animal on the stones.

“Somewhat familiar?”

Lorne said to himself.

But this trip, he knew that it was the world he had seen in his previous life.

It’s just that the vague memory gives him a rough impression, but not a deep impression.

In the lower left corner of the photo, as always, the time of the return is written.

This time I came back late, probably after the Christmas holidays.

After storing the photo in a different space, Lorne turned on the bedside lamp to write notes for the Charms class.

When the frog cubs come back, they will know what to bring.

Now it doesn’t matter at all whether you guess or not.

Little wizards also have homework every day, but usually Lorne and Hermione finish writing in the library in advance.

And today Hermione was still in class, he had to write it himself.

Professor Flitwick’s homework was very simple for him.

It is to record the concept and application of the levitation charm.

At noon, even though the sun was shining outside, it was still green in the underwater dormitory of Slytherin.

Fortunately, he prepared the lights.

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Night.

On the Gryffindor table.

As a Slytherin, Lorne was surrounded by twins, Harry Ron, and Hermione.

If you don’t know, you think that a group of little lions are bullying a little snake.

“It’s Christmas in a few days, are you ready for presents?”

Fred and George both smiled and looked at Lorne as they spoke.

“Don’t worry, there are you two.”

Lorne said helplessly.

It’s time to start the Quidditch game after Halloween.

And Christmas is right after the Quidditch match.

Although Lorne said yes, he had not yet thought about what to send.

He has a lot of strange things, just take out one or two casually.

“Me, me, me, I’m all ready for you!”

Ron, who was holding the spot, also said.

“You send something useless every year.” Knowing Ron’s two brothers, he said helplessly.

Every Christmas, Ron always sent back what they had leftover.

There is nothing new or value.

Several people sat together, and Fred had already told everyone the name of the store and what was about to be done.

Hermione was interested in the twins’ magic, while Ron and Harry simply found the cards interesting.

“Rude!”

“It hurts!”

Harry held his fingers and looked blankly at the witch lady who was wielding her wand a little angrily.

Just now, out of curiosity, he touched the witch in mid-air with his finger, and he was pricked by his wand.

“Miss Witch has her own consciousness.”

Fred explained with a smile.

Lorne looked at Miss Witch, who was holding her hands because she was angry, and had a bold idea in her heart.

Forget it, this is not punishable.

As the night falls.

The sky is full of bright stars.

In the school infirmary.

Quirrell, who had almost recovered, was holding his head with trepidation.

“Sure, be sure to find Peter Pettigrew!”

“Now you hurry up and find me the Philosopher’s Stone!”

The awakened Voldemort roared unwillingly.

“Yes, yes, Lord… Master, I have already found out the news of the Philosopher’s Stone! ”

“I’ll figure it out when Halloween comes!”

Quirrell replied in panic, lying on his stomach on the bed.

“Act as soon as possible!”

After Voldemort said weakly, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The last time he wrapped his turban with magic, he had already exhausted his restored magic.

He had been sleeping on the back of Professor Quirrell’s head for the last few days, recovering cautiously.

In the moonlight, Quirrell untied the bandage on his arm, looked at the almost recovered arm, and flicked it gently.

The pain made him frown, and then Quirrell looked up at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

There is an idea in my heart.

Wait until Halloween arrives now!