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

Looking at the pink potion, Hermione sniffed with her little nose.

The fragrance of grass and parchment cleared her mind, as if it were an alternative palliative.

Even if Miss Granger knew that the pink potion was not a palliative, the color of the palliative was very light, as colorless and odorless as water.

"Hmm-"

She was not very clear-headed, but under the teaser of the taste, Hermione picked it up and took a small sip gently.

After all, there's no way Lorne could have made poison in Diagon Alley...

What she didn't know, however, was that sometimes aphrodisiacs were far more powerful than some poisons.

As the pink potion slowly entered the mouth, the aroma of the grass, the old smell of parchment, and the nice smell of Lorne...

Strange, why do I smell Lorne?

Miss Hermione was confused.

The moment she drank it again, her groggy little head came to her senses, but she didn't know why Lorne's face kept coming to mind.

It's like being full of fascination...

"What's going on..."

Miss Hermione muttered to herself, puzzled.

Her heart was beating faster now, especially when she thought of Lorne.

There's something wrong with this potion!

She half-narrowed her brown eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then took another sip.

This feels weird, take another bite...

As half a bottle of pink potion entered her mouth, Miss Hermione shook her little head and walked slowly up the stairs.

She wanted to see Lorne sooner now!

...

"Failed again..."

Looking at the fragments of the broken bracelet in his hand, Lorne reluctantly closed the writing wheel.

This is already the eighteenth time that it has failed.

It's still hard to control the want to carve the levitation spell into the bracelet, and the float spell emerges when you accidentally make the chair fly.

He has become quite proficient in the magic depiction of the Iron Armor Spell, and he has been able to control it accurately.

Speaking of, How did Hermione go for so long?

Lorne tossed the broken bracelet onto the table, thinking a little confused.

It's just a bottle of palliative, and it's been almost ten minutes now.

However, just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly hugged by someone from behind.

The little head rubbed against Lorne's back like a clingy kitten.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as he turned his head, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Miss Hermione.

"Just drank a bottle of a good-smelling pink potion..."Hermione stroked his blonde hair, "I don't know why, my mind is full of you now!"

"I can't learn at all!"

She couldn't help but complain as she spoke.

Pink potion?

Lorne was stunned, wasn't that the aphrodisiac he had just refined today?

Why did Hermione drink that bottle?

Looking at Hermione, who was still rubbing while he was still hugging, Lorne was a little helpless.

Although he also likes this feeling, but... It was also the first time he knew that aphrodisiacs could make people like this.

Fortunately, these love potions are time-limited, and the dose of one bottle will probably expire tomorrow morning.

"The smell on your body is similar to the smell of the bottle of potion I drank!"

Hermione sat on the couch and leaned on Lorne's shoulder, her little nose twitching slightly.

"After all, you're drinking an aphrodisiac..."

Lorne has no intention of continuing to study at this time, and with a clingy Miss Hermione, it is okay not to learn this alchemy!

"Aphrodisiac?"

Hermione was slightly stunned.

It was clear that she had no impression of the potion, but she could guess the approximate meaning just by listening to the name.

"The taste of aphrodisiac is different for everyone, and the flavor it brings out is your favorite thing. "

Lorne explained softly.

And it was clear that Miss Hermione's words had revealed what she liked in her heart.

"Will it taste like me if you drink it?"

Hermione pulled the remaining half bottle of aphrodisiac from her pocket and whispered in Lorne's ear.

The breath made Lorne feel his ears itch.

"I don't drink..."

After drinking this potion tonight, he'll have to go to Azkaban tomorrow.

Become the youngest dark wizard to go to prison.

"That's a shame. Hermione regretfully put the potion on the table and said with some regret.

Both of them had no intention of studying, and Hermione just leaned into Lorne's arms in a daze, her brown eyes lacking their previous agility.

The aphrodisiac is also a psychedelic agent, and Lorne suspects that Hermione's IQ has dropped considerably.

"It's twelve, it's time for us to go to bed!"

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, Lorne touched the girl's hair and reminded him.

"Hmm..."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and nodded.

But when she got to the door, she still held Lorne's arm, and she didn't mean to let go.

"My room is over here!"

Lorne reluctantly pointed to the door in front of him and said.

"I think the two of us can be together—" Hermione whispered, her tone full of determination and intolerance.

After drinking the medicine, although the IQ decreased, the courage increased.

"I don't think so!"

Hearing this, Lorne quickly shook his head.

This is not a punishment!

Hearing the refusal, Hermione turned and looked up, smiling and tiptoeing.

"Hmm-"

Lorne's eyes widened and he looked at the girl in front of him incredulously.

That's too brave, isn't it?

Bang!

While Lorne wasn't paying attention, Hermione's hand behind her unscrewed the door, and the other hand quickly dragged him in.

"The door is locked!"

As soon as the door was closed, Miss Granger took out her wand and cast a golden lock spell at the door.

"You..."

As soon as Lorne came to his senses, he found himself locked in his room.

"You can't run now!"

Miss Hermione smirked.

Silly cute.

Lorne wordlessly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door.

At this time, Hermione's IQ suddenly recovered, and she thought of the spell that Alajo had opened.

"No lockpicking charms!"

Miss Hermione snatched Lorne's wand fiercely and whispered a threat.

"If you dare to use a spell, I'll bite you!"

"Just one night..."

Hermione tossed her wand onto the table and whispered.

"But isn't that okay?"

Lorne hesitated.

He hesitated!

Hesitation means hope!

"Hurry up, it's time for us to sleep!"

After saying that, before Lorne could respond, he felt like he was being pulled to the side of the bed.