Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

A few days after a Quidditch match.

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

Lorne followed Hermione into Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, originally he had nothing to do, so he simply followed Hermione to listen to the class.

A group of baby lions and a group of small badgers are interspersed with a small snake, which looks very interesting.

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

Quidditch’s brilliant technique, handsome facial features, and gentle and courteous personality all made him famous in Hogwarts.

Especially the little witches, most of whom regard Lorne as the object of their crush.

“Why are they all looking at me like that?”

Lorne noticed those hot gazes and looked down at Hermione and asked in a low voice.

The gaze of those little witches made him feel that if it were not in class, he would probably pounce directly.

“How do I know?”

Miss Hermione noticed some of the jealous gaze 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 little head because she was jealous, the corners of Lorne smiled.

He loved looking at Hermione like that.

So cute.

“I didn’t expect you to come here for class?”

Harry and Ron sat right behind Lorne.

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

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

“Lorne, when will those fun cards be made?”

Ron asked curiously, holding a spot that wanted to break free.

Since the last time the twins gave Ron a card game to do with them, Harry and the two were immediately looking forward to it.

Even Harry came over curiously.

Although he lost to Slytherin in the Quidditch match, 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 the Gryffindor team members.

But Wood was hostile to him.

Because several times the ghost flying ball almost hit him in the face.

“That card is still 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’ technology is ready, just a set of cards in his hand.

And painting, dubbing all take time, and the Weasley brothers alone are not enough, there are more people.

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

“I heard that Professor McGonagall agreed to Fred’s voice acting request.” At this time, Hermione, who had the grapevine, suddenly said.

This news instantly attracted the attention of several people.

“Professor McGonagall actually joins?” Harry said in disbelief.

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

You don’t know that Professor McGonagall has also received a badge of honor from the last few editions.

Although Lorne was a little surprised, it was not difficult to understand.

“yes, I didn’t expect Professor McGonagall to say yes.” Hermione shrugged.

I don’t know how the twins convinced Professor McGonagall.

It’s really curious.

Creak!

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

The howling wind and snow blew into the room through the cracks in the doors, and the fire was blown shakily.

Hermione’s little head shrunk into her scarf, and one of her small hands was held by Lorne inside the wide wizarding robes.

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

“Geralt, didn’t expect you to be here too?”

After sitting in his seat, Professor Flitwick was suddenly stunned.

He actually saw Slytherin students in Gryffindor’s class.

However, when he saw Hermione sitting next to Lorne, a flash of clarity flashed on his face.

I didn’t expect these two gifted 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 going to talk about the attack spell, but also a harmless spell, the leg locking spell.

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

“Don’t move!”

Hermione squeezed the hand that was about to move inside the wizard’s robe, and her brown eyes half-narrowed.

“I just wanted to change the gesture.”

Lorne said innocently.

What can he do?

After all, he looks harmless to humans and animals.

“I don’t believe it.”

Miss Hermione was completely unfooled.

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 holding a snowball and aiming at Quirrell, who was fleeing everywhere.

A cloud of white and sturdy snowballs slammed directly into the back of Quirrell’s head.

“You, I’m going to tell your dean!”

Quirrell shouted as he fled, his unplastered hand clinging to the purple turban to prevent it from falling.

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

Lorne, who knew that Quirrell had Voldemort on the back of his head, thought that you were not hitting Quirrell’s back of the head, you were his master!

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

“Professor Quirrell is pathetic.”

Looking at Quirrell who was fleeing around, Miss Hermione said sympathetically.

“yes, that’s pathetic.”

Lorne nodded approvingly.

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“How dare those lowly rats!”

The dormant Voldemort was directly awakened by Fred’s snowball.

He has lived for so many years, when has he ever suffered such grievances!

“Master, don’t worry, master, I already know the whereabouts of the Philosopher’s Stone…”

Quirrell hugged the back of his head to avoid the flying snowballs while whispering fear.

“Hurry—hurry up and find me the Philosopher’s Stone!”

Voldemort roared.

“Hahaha, Quirrell was beaten away!”

George looked at Quirrell, who ran into the classroom in a panic, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well done!”

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

“Abominable!”

“……”