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

Under Lorne's perception, the Philosopher's Stone in his hand was like an ordinary red stone, without any magical power.

Could it be fake?

This stone is just a fake used to attract Voldemort's appearance?

The speculation flashed through his mind.

"Lorne!"

The door was pushed open, and Hermione ran briskly and slammed into Lorne's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine!"

Lorne also hugged the girl's back with his hand and whispered comfort in his ear.

Seeing Miss Granger burying her head in his arms, Lorne's heart also warmed up.

It's been eleven years since he came to this world, and it's still the first time someone cares so much about him.

"You must take me with you if you have something in the future!"

A muffled and sullen voice rang out.

"Hmm!"

Lorne froze for a moment, then chuckled and nodded.

Dumbledore, who was following behind, shook his head at Quirrell's head rolling to the ground, and then at the corpse covered by his robes.

Quirrell knew most of what he was doing.

And Lorne, who killed Quirrell, naturally there will be no punishment.

Lorne's performance tonight, whether it was courage, intelligence, or strength, was simply the best little wizard he had ever seen.

Judging by the burns on the ground and the deep pits in the walls, Dumbledore could already feel how fierce the battle was.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, good evening."

Lorne looked at Hermione, who was holding him motionless, and could only greet Dumbledore helplessly.

"Amazing performance, Geralt."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, a pair of azure eyes full of wisdom beneath the half-moon glasses.

"Your courage and strength even give me a slight feeling that the Sorting Hat may have gone wrong—it will send you to Slytherin!"

"I think so too!"

Hermione finally let go of Lorne and nodded hurriedly.

"I think Professor Snape has been nice to me..."

Lorne shook his head with a smirk.

Snape was really good to him, teaching almost everything he could, both in terms of guidance and notes.

Besides, Gryffindor is basically at the bottom this semester.

It's still more comfortable in Slytherin.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, this stone is for you."

Lorne handed Dumbledore the red stone in his hand, it was of no use to him, after all, without the flow of mana, it was equivalent to an ordinary stone.

Nothing at all.

Harry also hurriedly ran over at this time.

He was terrified to watch the battle between Lorne and Voldemort just now, but Lorne's strength made him extremely envious.

I will also go to the library every day to study!

He secretly made up his mind.

"The Philosopher's Stone, the product of the alchemy of my friend Nicol Lemay."

Dumbledore took the stone, looked at Lorne with a pair of eyes and said softly, "It can refine immortal elixir and turn stones into gold, Nick and his wife have lived for more than six hundred years now, aren't you interested?" "

Miss Hermione pricked up her ears, and even Harry was attracted to the ordinary stone.

No one can resist the temptation of immortality and wealth, let alone these young wizards who are only in their teens.

"Not interested."

Lorne replied.

He had just seen it with the Sharingan Eye, and the magic contained in this stone was long gone.

If he can be interested, there will be ghosts.

"Really?"

Dumbledore glanced at Lorne in surprise, the young wizard didn't look like he was lying.

Funny little wizard.

It was the first time he had ever seen someone who was not interested in either of these things, and even that he himself had a desire for life and wealth.

"Your choice is truly admirable."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

If he had to choose, he would think he would not be able to resist the temptation of both.

"Okay guys, come and rest in my headmaster's office for a while, and see what you look like now."

With that, Dumbledore gave Harry and Lorne a new charm.

No way, Harry was covered in dirt, and Lorne still had bright red blood on his face.

Especially Lorne, if he goes out like this and meets a little wizard who travels at night, I don't know how many people will be frightened.

What's more, tonight's events can be regarded as a relatively big impact for these first-year little wizards.

Not to mention that Lorne even killed Quirrell.

This is not something a first-year wizard can afford.

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"How many of you, would you like a cup of hot cocoa?"

After entering the headmaster's room, Dumbledore placed the Philosopher's Stone on the table and asked with a smile.

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Harry shook his head quickly.

After seeing the bleeding scene, Harry couldn't drink anything anymore.

Dumbledore laughed and didn't mention it again.

Several of them came to the principal's office for the first time, so they were a little curious.

Like the portraits that hang all over the walls.

It was a portrait of the schoolmasters of the past, each with its own analogue consciousness, and even a few of the headmasters pointing at Lorne and them, as if they were talking about something.

A fiery red phoenix stood on a stand, tilting its little head and looking curiously at these outsiders.

"Tell me more about what happened tonight."

Dumbledore, dressed in purple pajamas, said to Lorne and Harry.

He knew the general situation, but some of the details still needed to be known.

By the time the three of them came out of the principal's office, it was close to two o'clock in the morning.

Neville accompanied Ron to the school infirmary, where the two of them were expected to be roommates with Malfoy tonight.

It's a tragic thing.

"Goodbye!"

After hugging Hermione goodbye.

Lorne yawned and headed for the basement.

There was a lot going on tonight, and he and Hermione were going to the Room of Requirement, but they didn't expect to run into the three Harry who were traveling at night.

It seems that the Room of Request can only be visited in a few days.