Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

Looking at the pink potion, Hermione sniffed with her small nose.

Like the fragrance of grass and parchment, it cleared her mind, as if it were an alternative palliative.

Even if Miss Granger knew that this pink potion was not a palliative, the color of the palliative was very light, as colorless and tasteless as water.

“Hmm-”

Originally not very clear, under the stirring of the taste, Hermione picked it up and took a small sip.

After all, Lorne couldn’t have refined poison in Diagon Alley…

What she didn’t know, however, was that sometimes the power of ecstasy potions was far more powerful than some poisons.

As the pink potion slowly entered the mouth, the aroma of the grass, the old smell of parchment, and the pleasant aroma of Lorne…

Strange, why do I smell Lorne?

Miss Hermione was a little puzzled.

The moment she drank it again, her originally drowsy little head sobered up, but she didn’t know why Lorne’s face kept appearing in her mind.

It’s like a crush…

“What’s going on…”

Miss Hermione said to herself puzzled.

Her heartbeat had begun to speed up now, especially when she thought of Lorne’s figure.

There is something wrong with this potion!

She half-squinted her brown eyes, hesitated for a moment, and took another small sip.

This feels so weird, take another bite…

With half a bottle of pink potion entering her mouth, Miss Hermione shook her little head and walked slowly up the stairs.

She wanted to see Lorne sooner now!

…

“Failed again…”

Looking at the broken bracelet fragment in his hand, Lorne reluctantly closed the chakra eye.

This is already the eighteenth failure.

It is still difficult to control the carving of the levitation charm into the bracelet, and the flotation charm accidentally emerges, causing the chair to fly.

The magic text portrayal of the iron armor spell, he is a lot more proficient, and he can already control it accurately.

Speaking of, How did Hermione go for so long?

Lorne threw the broken bracelet on the table, thinking a little suspiciously.

Just drinking a bottle of palliative, and almost ten minutes have passed now.

However, just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly hugged by someone from behind.

The little head rubbed on Lorne’s back, like a clingy kitten.

“What’s wrong with this?”

As soon as he turned his head, he could see at a glance that something was wrong with Miss Hermione.

“Just drank a bottle of a good-smelling pink potion…” Hermione touched his blonde hair, “I don’t know why, now my mind is full of you!” ”

“I can’t learn it at all!”

Saying that, she couldn’t help but complain.

Pink potions?

Lorne was stunned, wasn’t that the infatuation agent he had just refined today?

How did Hermione get that bottle to drink?

Looking at Hermione, who was still rubbing in his arms, Lorne was a little helpless.

Although he also likes this feeling, but… It was also the first time he knew that ecstasy could make people like this.

Fortunately, these love potions are time-limited, and the dose of one bottle will probably expire tomorrow morning.

“The smell on your body is similar to the smell of the bottle of potion I drank!”

Hermione sat on the couch leaning on Lorne’s shoulder, her little nose twitching slightly.

“After all, you’re drinking a potion…”

Lorne has no intention of continuing to study at this time, and with a clingy Miss Hermione, this alchemy can not be learned!

“Ecstasy?”

Hermione was slightly stunned.

It was obvious that she was not impressed by the bottle, but just by listening to the name, she could guess the approximate meaning.

“The taste of ecstasy is different for everyone, and the taste it exhibits is your inner favorite.”

Lorne explained softly.

And it was clear that Miss Hermione’s words had just revealed what she liked in her heart.

“Will it taste like me if you drink it?”

Hermione pulled out the remaining half bottle of ecstasy from her pocket and asked softly in Lorne’s ear.

The breath that came out made Lorne feel itchy in his ears.

“I don’t drink it…”

After drinking this potion tonight, tomorrow he will have to go to Azkaban.

Become the youngest dark wizard to go to jail.

“That’s a shame.” Hermione put the potion on the table with regret and said with some regret.

The two of them had no intention of studying, and Hermione just leaned into Lorne’s arms blankly, her brown eyes without the agility of the past.

The psychedelic agent was also a hallucinogen, and Lorne suspected that Hermione’s IQ had dropped considerably.

“It’s twelve o’clock, it’s time for us to go to bed!”

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, Lorne touched the girl’s hair and reminded him.

“Hmm…”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and nodded.

But when she got to the door, she still held Lorne’s arm and didn’t mean to let go.

“My room is over here!”

Lorne helplessly pointed to the door in front of him and said.

“I think the two of us can be together,” Hermione said softly as she lowered her head, her tone full of resolute and impermissible refusal.

After drinking the medicine, although the IQ decreased, the courage increased.

“I don’t think so!”

Hearing this, Lorne quickly shook his head.

This is not punishable!

Hearing the rejection, Hermione turned and looked up, tiptoe with a smile.

“Hmm-”

Lorne opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl in front of him incredulously.

That’s too brave!

Bang!

Taking advantage of Lorne’s lack of attention, Hermione’s hand behind him unscrewed the door, and the other hand quickly dragged him in.

“The door is locked!”

After closing the door, the super-brave Miss Granger immediately took out her wand and cast a golden lock spell on the door.

“You this…”

As soon as Lorne came to his senses, he found himself locked in the room.

“Now you can’t run!”

Saying that, Miss Hermione laughed proudly.

Silly cute.

Lorne wordlessly pulled out his wand and aimed it at the door.

At this time, Hermione suddenly recovered her IQ and thought of the spell of Araho Cave.

“No lock picking spells!”

Miss Hermione fiercely snatched Lorne’s wand and whispered a threat.

“If you dare to use a spell, I will bite you!”

“Just one night…”

Hermione threw her snatched wand on the table and said softly.

“But isn’t that right?”

Lorne hesitated.

He hesitated!

Hesitation means hope!

“Hurry up, it’s time for us to sleep!”

After speaking, before Lorne could respond, he felt like he was being pulled to the side of the bed.