Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

“Shhhh

Hearing Ron’s exclamation, Hagrid immediately widened his eyes and quickly told them to shut up.

“It’s so cool, Hagrid, how did you get this fire dragon egg?” Ron asked Hagrid with a tone of surprise.

You must know that after his brother Charlie graduated from Hogwarts, he went to Romania to study dragons.

Each fire dragon is a very dangerous magical creature, and the materials on their bodies are also very precious.

Therefore, the price of a dragon egg circulating on the black market is very expensive.

“You—forget it, come in and talk.”

Hagrid glanced at Ron depressedly, not understanding how this kid recognized it, and finally reluctantly let a few people in.

Hagrid’s cabin was small and dirty, with a patterned, head-sized dragon egg sitting right in the middle of the table.

“You can’t tell anyone else about this, especially Headmaster Dumbledore!”

Hagrid raised his face and warned the little wizards.

If it were known that he was raising fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, I am afraid that even Headmaster Dumbledore would not be able to keep him.

At some point, he can only live on the streets.

Thinking of this, Hagrid quickly shook his head, this is too terrifying,

“Don’t worry, Hagrid, our mouths are tight!”

Harry and Ron quickly nodded and agreed.

And Hermione and Lorne, who were curiously studying the dragon egg, also nodded.

“Don’t worry, only a few of us know about this matter.”

After hearing the replies of several young wizards, Hagrid was visibly relieved.

He took a plate of cookies from the stove and placed them on the table.

“Just baked a rock skin cake, would you like to have some of it?”

Rock crust cake?

After so long at Hogwarts, it was the first time several people had heard of this food.

“So hard!”

Harry and Ron had just taken a bite hard, and they felt their teeth almost cracked.

Even Hermione took a bite and unsuccessfully bitten down.

She couldn’t help but wrinkle her good-looking little nose.

“The taste is average…”

Lorne bit off a large piece at once, made a creaking sound in his mouth, and even gave an evaluation.

With teeth as hard as a thunder dragon, I am afraid that even steel can be crushed, let alone rock skin cake.

“yes, I think it’s pretty delicious.”

Hagrid had an impression of Lorne because he was a little wizard who called him Senior and helped him, so he had a lot of favorability.

“I’d like some butterbeer… Oh, forget you’re all first-graders. ”

Hagrid had just taken out a bottle of beer when he suddenly remembered that several people were not in the third grade, so he quickly changed his words.

“By the way, Hagrid, do you know the three-headed dog on the third floor?”

Handing the immobile rock crust to the tooth wagging his tail next to him, Harry finally said the purpose of this time.

“How do you know about that three-headed dog!”

Hagrid was stunned and looked at Harry with wide eyes.

“There are no hidden Philosopher’s Stones, don’t risk it!”

Lorne and Hermione raised their heads after hearing the Alchemy Stone and looked at Hagrid, who had covered his mouth.

“I… Did it say that it leaked its mouth? ”

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“Nicole Flamel?”

“I seem to have heard this name somewhere…”

Walking back on the path, Harry couldn’t help but say to himself.

As soon as they said a word, Hagrid explained everything at once, and in Hagrid’s mouth, the Philosopher’s Stone belonged to Nicole Flamel.

And Nicole Flamel relied on that magic stone to refine the elixir of immortality.

“Nicole Flamel seems to be a friend of Headmaster Dumbledore.”

Hermione, who was walking behind, whispered to Lorne.

The two of them would go around the forbidden area when they were free, and Hermione happened to have read Nicole Flamel’s biography.

“But why put the Philosopher’s Stone in the basement for the three-headed dog to guard?”

She didn’t understand something.

“Do you remember the Professor Quirrell we saw that night?”

Lorne pondered for a moment and said.

He was very interested in the elixir of the Philosopher’s Stone.

Nicole Flamel, who can refine this potion and such things as the Philosopher’s Stone, is also a legend.

“You mean, Professor Quirrell wants to get the Philosopher’s Stone?” Hermione remembered.

“Maybe some senior wants it?”

Lorne muttered.

If memory serves, Voldemort needed the Philosopher’s Stone’s ability to regain his body.

Looking at Harry, who was still thinking hard in front of him, Hermione told him that he might as well go to the forbidden book area and look for it.

Then at the fork in the road, the group of two separated.

He promised Hermione yesterday that he was going on a date today, and as for the afternoon magic history class, just skip class.

Anyway, he brought enough for Slytherin to buckle him.

On the edge of the Black Lake.

Lorne lay on the lawn, looking at Hermione who was studying with Hagrid’s manuscript, a little speechless.

I skipped class to date you, and you’re reading the manuscript here?

“Hagrid’s manuscript is too detailed about magical creatures!”

Although the words of this manuscript are a little ugly, they can also be seen in the past.

As soon as Hermione turned her head, she saw Lorne half-squinting at her.

At this time, she remembered that the two were here to date.

“Are you angry?”

The girl asked, curling the corners of her mouth.

“Yes—hmm.”

Before Lorne finished speaking, he saw Hermione lean straight in, brown curls running across his cheeks, feeling itchy.

Split in an instant with a tap.

“Can you do it again?”

Lorne touched his lips and chuckled.

“Just think about it!”

Hermione’s good-looking brown eyes were smiling.

The ripples of the lake rippled, and owls cut through the blue sky and flew into the distance to deliver letters.

The time for dating always passed quickly, and after the two held hands and circled around the black lake, the night had replaced the residual sun.

“See you tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow – what do you want to do?”

As the stairs parted, Hermione suddenly took a step back and looked warily at Lorne who was approaching.

“Think!”

Lorne took a step forward, and this time Hermione didn’t back down.

His foreheads touched, and the scent of curly jasmine wrapped around the tip of his nose.

After about two or three minutes, Hermione ran away with a red face.

Looking at the back of the deserted escape, Lorne laughed.

The paintings hanging high on the wall also looked at this side curiously and gave their blessings.

(The previous “morning magic history lesson” has been revised to afternoon, and yesterday hit too fast!) ）