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

"Let's go, don't look at me like that, I didn't eat it too..."Feeling Miss Hermione's resentful eyes behind him, Lorne said a little uncomfortably.

"Let's go, Harry, they're still inside."

With that, Lorne jumped straight through the secret door.

Hermione, who was outside, sighed helplessly, and then jumped down as well.

After entering the inside, the two of them felt that the ground became very soft, and their legs even sank inside.

"What is this?"

"Fluorescent flicker!"

Lorne pulled out his wand, and the crystalline light illuminated the dark walls around them, and the writhing vines beneath their feet.

"This is the devil's vine!"

I was given the focus of the herbology class, and both of them had an impression.

Because in the old Hogwarts, there was a professor who fell into the devil's vine and could not be rescued and died.

So there is knowledge about devil's vine that has been popularized since the first grade.

"Do you remember what was in class?"

The corners of Miss Hermione's mouth curled up as she asked Lorne.

"Devil's vine is just the basics."

Lorne shrugged, the plant was too much for the two young couples who had been dating at the library.

"Let's get some light!"

"Bright as day!"

With a strong light, the two of them broke free from the stiff devil vine.

Since Lorne was the first to jump, he was also the first to get out.

So he hugged Hermione in advance in a princess hug posture below, and Hermione also wrapped her hands around Lorne's neck.

"Alright, come down."

Lorne put his head on Hermione, who was still with her eyes closed, and said helplessly.

The two of them dragged on like this, and Harry might have been wiped out by Quirrell's big melon.

With that automatic harp, combined with the person who needed the Philosopher's Stone the most at the moment, there was no doubt that it was Quirrell.

"Ahh Oh! "

Hermione blushed and walked away from Lorne's arms, her little booted foot touching the stone floor.

If it weren't for the princess hugging just now, it is estimated that her current ass would be on the ground.

"Thank you!"

Hermione walked quickly over to Lorne and whispered thanks.

"What are you being polite to me?"

Lorne dotingly touched the girl's brown curls, which were very soft and had a familiar fragrance.

Push open the first door.

The floor was littered with keybirds, which Lorne had heard from Professor Flitwick.

This thing was made by him.

And the door that had been closed in front of it has been opened.

"It's Harry, they."

Lorne muttered to himself.

Unexpectedly, without Hermione, they would be able to pass through the Devil's Vine, and he thought that he could see Harry and the others on the Devil's Vine.

"Let's go to the second level."

The second level is inside the room.

The huge wizard chess pieces that were originally completely placed were scattered at this time, and various debris and dust fell on the black and white chessboard.

"Lorne?"

A weak voice rang out, and Lorne looked up into the corner.

Ron, who was dusty, was sitting on a broken knight with a gray face, and when he saw the two people who came in, he looked happy and hurriedly shouted.

"Harry, Harry, he's gone to the next level!"

"And Neville!"

"How are you?"

Lorne walked over and examined Ron's injuries, which weren't too much other than a broken forearm.

"It's no big deal, I think you'll have to go to the school infirmary and get a bottle of Bone Spirit."

"Don't-"

Ron frowned uncomfortably at the mention of the Bone Spirit, he had tasted that taste before, and it was simply not for people to drink.

"Can you still move?"

Lorne asked, pulling Ron to his feet.

"Yes!"

Ron moved his body, and there was nothing else but his arm.

I couldn't stand up because I was frightened.

After resting for a while, the fright passed.

"Okay, you go out and tell Headmaster Dumbledore about it first, and Hermione and I will go find Harry."

With that, Lorne turned and led Hermione through the third door.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The third level is a puzzle game, but by the time the two of them enter, Harry has already passed through the burning flames.

Only a back remains.

"Hermione, Lorne!"

Leaving outside, Neville suddenly noticed two more people behind him.

"Why are you two here!"

"There's no time to explain, you stay away first."

Lorne walked in front of the magic flame with his wand in his hand, flicking it slightly.

"All curses are over!"

This is an advanced spell that you won't learn until the third year.

But Lorne had already learned all the spells he was interested in in the forbidden book section, including this useful spell.

The flaming flame of magic was extinguished, revealing the hidden fourth door inside.

"Hermione, you and Neville are waiting here for Headmaster Dumbledore, and I'll go in and help Harry."

Lorne touched Hermione's cerebellum and whispered.

"I-"

"Listen to me this time!"

Lorne spoke firmly, picked up his wand and walked into the last room.

Hermione, who was outside, bit her lip unwillingly.

Obviously, she knows a lot of spells now, but she still can't help anything!

Ever since the Forbidden Forest, Hermione had understood the gap between herself and Lorne.

Being able to research that powerful thunderbolt spell on his own is definitely not an ordinary person.

"I'm going to get stronger!"

The girl looked at the vanishing back and secretly made up her mind.

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"Professor Quirrell?"

Harry looked warily at Quirrell standing next to the Mirror of Eris.

"Hahaha it's me, didn't you expect that?"

Quirrell's image at this time was full of gloom, completely devoid of his usual cringe, and his habit of stuttering and twitching his mouth.

"You want the Philosopher's Stone?"

Harry couldn't believe it.

"Am I not Snape?"

Quirrell took a step forward, his wand aimed at Harry's head.

"Ah, see Professor Quirrell again!"

A soft voice rang out in the room.

With Quirrell looking like he had seen a ghost, Lorne strolled in.

"Looks like I didn't kill you in the Forbidden Forest last time, it's a pity."

When Quirrell heard this, he subconsciously covered his abdomen.

There, a piercing wound was aching.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to run today."

"Right, Senior Tom?"