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

Ginny didn't pay much attention to the shabby-looking diary, and gave it to Lorne as a return gift.

And Lorne, who was a little impressed, knew that the notebook in his hand was from a Horcrux made by Tom when he was young.

The best Dark Lord in Slytherin, Tom must have known a lot of things when he was a student, and he just happened to use it as a tool.

Lorne thought.

And just as Lorne was pondering, the Weasleys had already walked over, and Mr. Arthur rubbed the corners of his eyes, which were a little blue.

It was Lucius with a golden snakehead wand.

Fred's stuff for them had already been bought, so they were going back for lunch at the Leaky Cauldron.

Lorne and Hermione didn't come along, because Miss Hermione wanted to walk around Diagon Alley together today.

"See Lorne at school!"

"Goodbye, several!"

Watching the Weasleys and Harry and Hagrid depart, Lorne smiled and waved his hand.

It was really a good choice to come to the Blott Bookstore today, and I got a notebook from Senior Tom.

Lorne tossed the notebook into another dimension, and then left the Blotted Bookstore with Hermione.

School was getting closer, and Lorne and Hermione still had a lot of things to buy.

Like summer clothes...

Hermione frowned and glanced at the smiling Lorne, and her instinct told her that the boy in front of her was thinking something bad.

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Evening.

The dim sunlight shone on the ground, reflecting a pale gold on the glass.

After a day of shopping, Lorne and Hermione finally returned to the potion shop.

The Blotted bookstore across the street hasn't had many people since Lockhart left.

Push open the delicate wooden door, and the melodious bell rings.

As soon as she returned to the hall, Hermione returned to her bedroom with a large bag of things.

It was full of summer outfits, most of which Lorne had picked out for her.

After all, Lorne was confident in his admiring gaze.

"Tom's journal..."

After sitting down on the soft sofa, he took out the diary from the other dimension.

"Is there something wrong with this diary?"

Just as he was hesitating to wake up his beloved Tom, a pleasant voice came from the stairs.

I saw Hermione walking down in a lovely azure pajamas with a high ponytail.

A pair of brown eyes looked at Lorne curiously.

"No, no problem. "

Lorne shrugged, then tossed the journal aside.

He didn't want Miss Hermione to be involved.

After all, none of Voldemort's stuff is a good thing.

"Then you're so fascinated by it. "

"Not as good as you..."

Lorne looked at Hermione as she walked by, pulled her over, and rubbed her cheek.

"Don't move!"

Hermione pushed Lorne's face aside with her hand, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Really, Lorne has been getting bolder in recent days.

Miss Hermione had chosen to forget what had happened the other day.

The two of them sat on the sofa and chatted about alchemy for a while, and after a while, Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and yawn.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and Lorne wiped them away with his hand.

"Sleepy?"

"Hmm..."

Miss Hermione nodded obediently.

As soon as she heard about alchemy, she couldn't help but feel sleepy and felt dizzy.

Lorne also knew this when he was in a history of demons class.

"Yikes!"

With Hermione's exclamation, Lorne picked her up in the form of a princess hug.

Miss Granger hurriedly wrapped her arms around Lorne's neck to prevent herself from falling.

He's got a lot of strength...

Miss Hermione thought.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to your room!"

Lorne put his head on Hermione and said with a smile.

Miss Granger wasn't very heavy, and her body was petite, which was too easy for Lorne, who was growing in strength.

Pushing open the door, Lorne placed Hermione on the large soft bed, and had to leave.

But at this moment, Hermione grabbed the corner of Lorne's clothes and prevented him from leaving.

"What's wrong?"

Lorne touched the tip of his nose in confusion.

“......"

Hermione didn't reply, but closed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up in anticipation.

Lorne understood.

"It's... Isn't that okay?"

Lorne said that, but slowly got up.

Well, the ice cream that Miss Hermione bought today was lemon-flavored...

"Good night!"

"Good night~"

Hermione replied softly with a smile on her lips.

As the voice fell, the lights in the room turned off and the door made a crisp sound.

Lorne left the room.

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Back in his bedroom.

Lorne turned on the bright light, then sat down on the table and placed the journal in front of him.

A pair of pale blue eyes stared at the bright night sky outside the window, as if they were thinking about something.

"Senior Tom, it's been a long time. "

Lorne picked up a quill and dipped some ink in it, then scribbled a name on the blank notebook.

Lorne Geralt.

The black ink was very conspicuous on the white paper, but before a minute had passed, the ink of the name began to fade slowly, and after a while, it disappeared.

Immediately after, a different line of handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle and I am the owner of this diary. "

"Don't be surprised, I'm the product of alchemy made by one of Hogwarts graduates, and I can help you gain knowledge. "

Tom, who had just graduated from Hogwarts, was still alone, so he spoke very measuredly.

"Can you help me gain knowledge?"

Lorne held back a smile and wrote down the passage with a quill.

"Lorne, I can call you that, right?"

Writing began to emerge in the diary.

"Of course, Tom!"

"As far as I know, Geralt doesn't belong to a pure-blood family, so I would venture to ask, which house are you from?"

"Slytherin. "

After Lorne had written this paragraph, the journal had waited for a long time without the next paragraph, as if he was thinking about something.

"You must have a hard time, after all, you're in Slytherin, and you're not a pureblood..."

"The person who made me was also a Slytherin student, and an orphan..."

"I'm also an orphan. "

“... That's a coincidence. "

yes, that's a coincidence...

Lorne's eyes flickered, and he was already thinking about how to squeeze Senior Tom dry.