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

"Don't move your hands!"

In the darkness of the night, Hermione couldn't help but glance back at Lorne, who was following him, and whispered a reprimand.

"If you're going to be moving, you're going ahead!"

"I didn't move, you leaned in on yourself. Lorne said, pretending to be aggrieved.

At this time, the two of them were sneaking around the Hogwarts castle looking for a portrait of a troll.

Lorne only remembered walking three times across the troll portrait, but he really couldn't remember where.

So the two of them could only start their search from the first floor.

There are many portraits on each floor, and it is impossible for even senior students to memorize all kinds of paintings.

Since Filch was patrolling the neighborhood, neither man turned on the oil lamp.

Hermione cautiously walked down the road ahead, and Lorne followed her.

Although he has a way to control Filch directly, then there is no excitement of night travel, not to mention...

Lorne looked at the petite figure in the robe, and couldn't help but poke her white neck with his hand.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, is it Filch!"

Like a frightened white rabbit, Hermione jumped straight to her feet and turned to look at Lorne in panic.

Recently, Gryffindor's score has been almost in the single digits thanks to Snape's unremitting efforts, and Professor McGonagall's face is getting worse and worse day by day.

If the night tour was discovered, Hermione estimated that Gryffindor would break through the miracle and become a negative number, and Professor McGonagall would definitely not spare her at that time.

Although Hermione had repeatedly suggested that Harry should drink a drop of mother's drown during Potions class, Harry would not agree.

Not to mention Malfoy, who was inquiring about Harry's whereabouts like crazy, even his good brother Ron looked at him in a wrong way.

So now Harry is not killed.

I'm afraid that if I use it too much, sooner or later he will be sent to the school doctor's room.

"You're so annoying!"

Looking around and looking around to find no figure, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lorne with a pair of brown eyes fiercely.

"Let's hurry up and find the portrait of the troll, it's twelve o'clock now!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lorne quickly changed the subject.

Hermione sharpened her little tiger teeth, and there was nowhere to vent, and in the end, she could only walk ahead and continue to look for it.

Miss Granger felt that Lorne had grown emboldened since the two had established their relationship.

Although she is not excluded...

A young couple who have just fallen in love strolled in the afterglow of the moon, holding hands as they walked.

The shadows of the two sides also slowly merged together from one after the other.

said that they came out to find a room for requirement, but the two always had a sense of dating.

Inside the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Do you think it's a portrait?"

Hermione asked, holding her glowing wand as she turned back to Lorne.

Well?

Lorne curiously took a closer look.

It was a tapestry of a group of trolls dancing around a wizard with a giant rod in their hands, but the stick smashed on top of the wizard's head.

"Yes, that's it!"

His eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled Hermione to the opposite side of the drawing.

I began to meditate on a warm lounge, and then walked back and forth three times.

Soon a very smooth door appeared on the otherwise smooth wall.

"There it is!"

Hermione exclaimed quietly.

Originally, she thought it was a rumor, but she didn't expect this house to really exist!

"What room did you meditate on?"

Miss Granger asked curiously, and she saw Lorne's mouth silently muttering words.

Combined with the characteristics of this responsive house, the clever Miss Hermione reacted instantly.

"A very ordinary lounge. "

Lorne shrugged.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Hermione pushed the door open and entered.

"You call this ordinary?"

She muttered under her breath.

Seeing Hermione walk in, Lorne followed in, and closed the door very thoughtfully.

As the door closed, the wall returned to its original form once again, as if the door had been an illusion.

The room wasn't too big, after all, Lorne wanted a cosy lounge with a room the size of a bedroom.

A soft double bed rests against the window, moonlight spills on crimson sheets, a round table sits in the center of the room, and several high chairs surround it, while various murals hang on the walls, and slowly burning candlelight.

Even Lorne was stunned by this scene.

It's so heartwarming!

"I bet you're not thinking about your average lounge. Hermione stepped back vigilantly.

"Cosy lounge..."

Lorne said helplessly.

"So, are the two of us going to spend the night here?"

He whispered.

As soon as the words fell, Hermione gave him a smile.

"The beauty of thought!"

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Early the next morning.

The rising sun pierced the night, and light snow fell at Hogwarts.

Lorne shook off the little snowflakes on his body, and walked into the auditorium.

Hermione hadn't spent the night with him the previous night, and after finding the requirement, the two of them left, each going back to their bedrooms.

"Good morning, my dear Miss Granger!"

Lorne kindly hugged the shy girl next to him.

What's going on today?

How could it suddenly change its name!

Looking at the two men who had been sprinkling dog food early in the morning, Harry, along with Ron and Neville, were thinking about whether to eat in a different place.

Otherwise, I won't be able to eat breakfast every day.

"Two cups of chocolate milk, one with sugar and one without it!"

Lorne saw that Hermione hadn't ordered food yet, so he informed the house-elves in advance.

He knew Hermione didn't like sweetened things.

"It's going to be fat..."

Hermione protested weakly as she looked at the chocolate milk that had been pushed in front of her.

"It's okay, I don't dislike you. "

Lorne took a small sip and it tasted great.

"I hate you!"

After saying that, Hermione took out a notebook from her backpack and read it carefully.

Because there are less than five weeks to go before the final exams begin.

Looking at the thick notebook, Lorne suddenly had an idea.

"When there is no class this afternoon, the two of us will go to the Room of Request to study!"

After all, it should be much more efficient in it than in the library.

“... Yes. "

Miss Hermione hesitated, then nodded in agreement.

Where to learn is not to learn!