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

Night.

Inside the potion shop in Diagon Alley.

A few candles lit up the house, and Lorne put down his inkless quill and stretched.

No one else was in the store this afternoon, except for the one who had come from Tumbledown Alley.

So I only made ten gold gallons today, which is pitiful compared to other stores.

The Blotted bookstore opposite has been there until now, and there are still quite a few wizards in it.

In the afternoon, even Hermione went over to buy some magazines, most of which were about the wizarding world.

For example, in the next Quidditch tournament, the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, proposed some policies, although these policies seemed stupid in Hermione's eyes.

"Minister of the Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione whispered to herself.

This is really a long-term goal.

Moreover, the minister of the Ministry of Magic is also elected through elections, and he cannot be appointed without strength and prestige.

Hermione always felt like she would be as old as Fudge when she became Minister of Magic.

"Why do you want to do so much, it will be a long time in the future. "

Lorne strolled over and touched her head.

He put his notes for the day on Hermione's desk and pressed down on the magazine she had just bought today.

"As for now, it's time for you to study!"

Lorne's tone was undeniable.

"Alchemy has nothing to do with the Minister of Magic...", but Hermione still seriously picked up the thick notebook.

Lorne compiled the steps required for alchemy, as well as the techniques for carving the runes and the meanings they represented, and wrote them all down in his notes.

After following Hermione for a semester, he also unknowingly developed the habit of writing notes.

After all, close to Zhu Zhechi...

Looking at it, Hermione's eyes lit up.

She found that she could read the thick notebook, some of the words in it were even thoughtfully annotated, and there were guesses about some of the meaning of the rune runes.

"Come on, let's start with the production of magic items, this is the most basic. "

Lorne used his wand to turn Minister Fudge's newspaper into a high chair, then sat down next to Hermione, using his wand to explain to Hermione.

To put it bluntly, a magic item is to convert some magic spells into magical runes and carve them into the top of the item to give it this magical power.

This is just the most basic alchemy teaching, but for some reason no one has ever carved all kinds of practical spells on a convenient object.

This made Lorne feel a little strange.

"We can transform the spells of the Iron Charm into ancient magic or rune runes, and then engrave them into something as small as a ring, and activate it when necessary. "

"Of course, I haven't tasted the portrayal of this spell—"

Lorne stopped halfway through his sentence.

Turning his head to look at Hermione, who was leaning on his shoulder for some time, a pair of smart brown eyes had been closed, and the sound of steady breathing came to his ears.

Asleep?

Probably because he was so focused on the lecture that Lorne didn't even know when Hermione fell asleep.

Is my lecture so boring?

Lorne couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose and thought with some suspicion.

But since Miss Hermione was asleep, Lorne had to carry her into Hermione's bedroom first.

Cover the quilt and turn off the lights thoughtfully.

Isn't it bad to sleep with clothes on?

Lorne, who was just about to close the door, suddenly thought, and after hesitating for a moment, he walked in with his wand.

Half a minute later, he walked out satisfied, with his wand.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for him.

Since he already had the guess of the Iron Armor Spell in his mind, if he didn't make it, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Cast a silence spell on Miss Beaver's room, and then Lorne turned a piece of wood into a ring and began the spell.

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The morning sun was breaking, and it was a little cold with light snow outside.

Miss Hermione stretched comfortably in the sun.

I slept so comfortably last night, although I'm a little sorry for Lorne.

But for some reason, she couldn't help but feel sleepy after hearing the knowledge of those magic texts.

It's like Lorne running into a history of magic class.

She woke up today to find herself in her own bed, no doubt sent to her by Lorne.

Thinking of this, the corners of Miss Hermione's mouth slowly raised.

However, when she lifted the quilt, she froze instantly.

The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually froze.

Where's her clothes?!

...

The fire in the room burned out of its own accord, and Miss Hermione blushed and put on her clothes that hung on the hanger.

Then he pushed open his door, hesitated for a moment, walked towards Lorne's room, and reached out and knocked on the door.

"Get up!"

There was no response in the room.

After a few more knocks, Hermione gave up.

How lazy!

The girl couldn't help but think.

After a brief tidying up of the bathroom, she walked to the lobby of the store.

Prepare to open for business.

However, as soon as she arrived in the hall, she was suddenly stunned.

Lorne was asleep on the couch of unknown shape, his handsome face was also a few patches of black ash, and his brilliant blonde hair had become embarrassed.

In front of the sofa was a pile of crushed semicircular fragments, carved with various patterns, like some kind of writing.

"Lorne!"

Hermione hurriedly trotted over, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she walked in.

It turned out to be asleep.

But why did you become like this?

Miss Hermione thought incomprehensibly.

It may have been a little loud just now, and Lorne half-opened his eyes and saw the girl standing in front of him at a glance.

"Hah-good morning, my dear Miss Hermione. "

Lorne yawned and sat up from the couch, running his hand through his hair.

It's a mess, probably it was blown up last night.

He found it easy to explain anything theoretically, but it wasn't until he got started that he realized how difficult it was.

Now Lorne understands why no one makes handy spell items, because the stability is so poor.

The ghost knows that the ring he carved last night blew up I don't know how many times, and the spell that was converted into magic text was not under his control at all, and the ring exploded directly.

At the end, he even opened the writing wheel eye, and it wasn't until about three o'clock in the morning that he finished one.

"Reach out your hand!"

Lorne chuckled and said to a dazed Hermione.

"What?"

As she spoke, Hermione obediently stretched out her small white palm.

Then, under her wide open gaze, Lorne took out a silver ring engraved with various unknown runes from his pocket and placed it on her middle finger.

At this moment, the tips of Hermione's ears turned red directly.

Hiding his eyes from looking directly into Lorne's pale blue eyes.

What does he mean by that?!

"Just the right size!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Lorne nodded in satisfaction.

It was the only ring he had ever succeeded in carving the Iron Armor Charm.

After listening to Lorne's explanation, Miss Hermione looked at the ring on her finger in disbelief, and at the same time her heart was full of emotion.

Because no matter what, Lorne will think of her first.

"You close your eyes!"

Miss Hermione ignored Lorne's reaction, her little white hand covering Lorne's eyes.

"My face is dirty..."

Lorne, who had already guessed what the girl was going to do, smiled helplessly.

"I don't dislike it!"

Miss Hermione said with a smile.

Then the two of them breathed, and her thank you gift was delivered!