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

Wait until you've finished your Charms lesson.

A few people prepared to go to the restaurant for dinner together.

"Hey, Lorne, look over here!"

No sooner had Lorne stepped out of the classroom than he heard a familiar voice calling to him.

He pulled Hermione to the side with one hand, and a snowball flew next to the side of his face.

Ron, who was following behind, had no time to dodge, and could only watch as fist-sized snowballs slammed into his face.

Bang!

Ron goes straight to the ground.

"It's a pity."

At this time, George and Fred, who were covered in snow, walked over and said to Lorne with some regret.

"You... Two! Ron patted the snow off his face and stood up with Harry's help.

"If you want to blame Lorne, if he doesn't hide, he won't hit you!" Seeing that Ron was a little angry, Fred and the two hurriedly shirked their relationship.

The two of them didn't want to go back and be scolded by their mother for such a trivial matter.

Lorne, who was standing on the sidelines, was a little speechless when he heard this.

"You two just knocked Professor Quirrell away?"

Lorne asked, holding back a smile.

He couldn't help but tighten his hand as he took Hermione's hand.

The two guys in front of them didn't know what was in the back of Quirrell's head, and they asked excitedly.

"Did you know that Quirrell was a vampire?"

Bloodsucker?

Lorne looked at Miss Know-It-All with a puzzled expression, but Miss Know-It-All shook her head blankly.

Looking at the blank looks of the four elementary school younger students, Fred popularized science for a few people.

It's nothing more than Quirrell coming back a few months after leaving school, as if he was a different person, and he still has a bad smell on him.

Many people are speculating that Quirrell was assimilated by vampires.

"The turban he wears on his head is proof that no one is going to pay attention to his hijab when he escapes." Fred directly gave a guess.

Terrible!

It's one step away from the truth.

Lorne silently gave Fred a thumbs up.

There's no evidence of a vampire under the turban, it's Tom-senpai, who is even more terrifying than a vampire!

I really don't know what will happen to these two when they find out.

Lorne shook his head.

"By the way, tomorrow is Christmas, are you ready for your gifts?"

George and Fred are two daily hints.

"I'm ready!"

Harry and Ron said in unison.

"Mine has been sent out." Hermione took Lorne's hand and whispered.

"Sent out?" Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"Why didn't I receive it, did you receive it?"

Several others shook their heads.

Only Lorne laughed.

"I received her gift."

"Alright, okay, stop talking!"

As soon as these words came out, the twins understood in seconds and quickly skipped the topic.

The two of them are here to ask for gifts, not to eat candy!

"Are you going to have a snowball fight?"

Fred picked up a snowball and said to Lorne.

"Okay."

Lorne raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

A moment later –

"You're cheating! Who's going to have a snowball fight with a wand! "

Fred shouted loudly as he hid behind the wall of snow he had built with a Transfiguration Charm.

Outside the snow wall, Lorne and Hermione were grouped, snowballs floating behind them.

Like a barrage, under the command of the wand, the snowballs struck Harry and Fred one after another.

"Don't you use magic too?"

Looking at the sturdy wall of snow, Lorne shrugged.

"It's not fair, both of you use magic!"

On the other hand, Harry and Ron, who are not proficient in magic, can only flee in the snow and rain.

"Who told you two to not listen well in class?" Miss Hermione used her wand to manipulate the snowball and threw it at Ron, who was protesting.

"This isn't something a first-year wizard can learn!"

The snowball fight in the square quickly attracted a large number of wizards onlookers, and even Malfoy and Crabbe joined in.

"Harry Potter, look at the snowball!"

Malfoy arrogantly pinched out a few snowballs with his wand and threw them at Harry, his lifelong enemy.

"Damn Malfoy!"

Harry looked angrily at Malfoy, who was only aimed at him, and angrily took off his glasses.

I'm going to make you look good!

A snowball that landed on his face strengthened Harry's determination to drown in the spring.

As more and more wizards participated, Lorne also noticed that something was wrong with the situation, and hurriedly pulled Hermione away.

And the Weasley brothers are killing all sides in the crowd with their superb skills.

Unbeknownst to them, however, an American tabby cat was quietly staring at them.

It's time to hunt!

The next day, Lorne had just gotten up and received news from a melancholy Malfoy.

Gryffindor was deducted a full thirty points, and Slytherin was deducted ten points due to the lack of people.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were also deducted more than a dozen points.

And everyone is to submit a copy of the Transfiguration class to Professor McGonagall.

Thanks to his early run yesterday!

Looking at the frustrated Malforom, he couldn't help but think.

But I didn't expect Gryffindor to be detained so many people, which means that in yesterday's snowball fight, half of the people were Gryffindor's.

It is worthy of being a brave little lion, really brave!

It's Christmas, and Lorne throws a beautifully wrapped gift box into another dimension.

The gifts of the surrounding friends are ready.

When Lorne walked out of the dormitory with his scarf on, he found that the gloomy Slytherin common room had been decorated with all kinds of ornate decorations, and a small Christmas tree was in the center of the lounge, with several pairs of red socks hanging from it.

Lorne wondered if he might want to drop by and send a pair to Dumbledore.

After thinking about it, forget it, after all, the little snakes are all up.

I saw that the impact was not good.

Arriving at the Hogwarts square, Hagrid is pulling up a huge Christmas tree in the center.

"Levitation Charm."

Lorne walked over and helped Hagrid with his wand.

Sensing the sudden lightness of the Christmas tree behind him, Hagrid glanced gratefully at Lorne.

"Thank you, kind little wizard."

"You're welcome, Senior Hagrid!"

Lorne waved his hand and prepared to leave, heading to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

It used to be called a restaurant, but today it's an auditorium.

Senior?

Looking at the handsome little wizard who had left, Hagrid grinned.

It's the first time I've heard that name!

It feels so good!