Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

Sirius Black.

The name has been on the headlines of the Daily Prophet since the holiday.

His evil deeds are known to almost everyone.

"Hey, little witch, don't be nervous!"

Seeing Hermione's frowning face, Sirius hurriedly raised his hand to show that he didn't have any malicious intent.

Looking at the way the two of them were leaning together, he also knew that this little witch was probably Lorne's little girlfriend.

"Sirius Black, my... Hmmm, friend!"

Lorne thought for a moment and introduced to Hermione beside him.

"Friends?"

Hermione muttered to herself in disbelief.

Her eyes looked at Sirius with suspicion on her face.

You must know that in the daily newspaper, this first fugitive from Azkaban has caused panic in the entire wizarding community, and even Hermione, who is traveling, has heard of this name.

How did Lorne become friends with this fugitive?

And... The fugitive was also an unregistered Animagus.

He escaped from Azkaban in the form of a black dog.

"Sirius was wronged, and he's Harry's godfather..."

Lorne glanced at Sirius, who was standing in place with his hands raised, and began to explain to Hermione.

Sirius's fate was still very tragic, from being framed and imprisoned by Peter Pettigrew to now being imprisoned in Azkaban, enduring years of dementor torture.

Now he has escaped from prison to visit his godson, Harry Potter.

That's right, Sirius' escape from Azkaban was not to worry about Harry's comfort, not to go after Peter Pettigrew's mouse.

Listening to Lorne's account for himself, Sirius nodded hurriedly.

"Harry's... Godfather?"

After listening to Lorne's explanation, Hermione also felt some sympathy for the haggard middle-aged man in front of her.

"Well, if there's nothing going on, I'll go to Tumbledown Alley first. "

Sirius glanced at the little witch, who was already somewhat convinced, and said to Lorne next to her, "Tom told me to go back early." "

In the last half month in Tumbledown Alley, he has been following Tom Riddle to do things.

For the handsome young man with dark circles under his eyes every day, he still has some admiration in his heart.

So far, nearly half of the Dark Wizards in Tumbledown Alley have entered Tom's position.

"Okay. "

Lorne chuckled and nodded.

He still sees Tom's efforts, and I have to say that letting him manage Tumbledown Alley is definitely the right choice.

As the wind chimes rang again, a black dog left the potion shop in the darkness of the night.

After seeing the poor man leave, Hermione also came to her senses, and she looked at Lorne with a puzzled look and asked softly:

"Who is Senior Tom?"

She found that she hadn't seen each other for two months, and she didn't know much about the things around her little boyfriend.

"Tom Riddle, a Slytherin graduate, is a friend of mine. "

Lorne said as he took a sip of black tea with ice.

Anyway, he already has enough friends, and this one is not bad.

Friends again...

Hermione glanced at him with smart eyes.

It always feels like you're lying.

Forget it, Lorne didn't lie to her once or twice anyway.

"What time is it?"

Finding a comfortable place in his arms, the little witch asked, looking up.

"It's only eleven o'clock. "

Lorne stroked the curly brown hair like a cat, looking thoughtful.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Sort of..."

Hermione looked at Lorne with wide eyes, no sleepiness on her face.

Looking at the girl in his arms, the corners of Lorne's mouth curled.

With a slight strain in his hands, he picked her up, then waved his wand to extinguish the fire in the hall, and walked up the stairs.

The two bedrooms were opposites, but Miss Granger's pink room, which belonged to hers, was not taken care of, so they slept together in his room.

Although for a good little wizard, cleaning up a dusty bedroom is just a matter of magic.

Gently placing Miss Granger, with her eyes slightly closed, on the soft bed, Lorne pulled the curtain from the window, and the white moonlight sprinkled on the wooden floor, which looked like a thin veil.

The two who haven't seen each other for a long time always have a lot to say.

From travel to alchemy and finally to the Animagus...

Speaking of Animagus, Hermione suddenly remembered something.

She pinched the tip of Lorne's nose, which was leaning against the wall, with her hand and asked curiously, "Didn't you say you were going to learn Xi Anima format during the holidays?"

"I've learned halfway through Xi, and now I'm almost waiting for the storm to come. "

Lorne answered her without hiding.

Anyway, the Animagus is not something that needs to be kept secret, after all, everyone's Animagus is just some ordinary animal.

This is only the highest honor for Transfiguration.

"You've been taking mandrake leaves for a month?" Hermione quipped, "and it looks like I'm here at the right time." "

"yes..."

Lorne smiled and picked up a strand of loose brown curls with his fingers and used it to flick it at the tip of Miss Hermione's nose.

"Your bad Xi hasn't changed at all. "

Hermione hurriedly walked away from him, rubbed the tip of her itchy nose with her hand, and whispered.

"You're a little taller than you used to be. "

Lorne shrugged and complimented.

......

Early the next morning.

"Get up, Miss Hermione. "

Lorne yawned and sat up from his position on the edge of the bed, turning his head to look at Hermione behind him.

As a result, nothing was seen.

What about people?

He thought to himself, a little confused.

If it weren't for some long brown curls and that familiar smell on the edge of the bed, he would have thought yesterday was just a dream.

Once he was dressed, Lorne pushed the door open and walked down the stairs.

A smell came from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lorne!"

Perhaps hearing a soft sound on the stairs, Miss Hermione leaned out of the kitchen in a gray apron.

"Good morning, Miss Granger. "

Looking at Hermione, who had put some English breakfast on the table, a flash of surprise flashed in Lorne's eyes.

Didn't expect Hermione to make breakfast?

"I learned it from my mother when I was traveling, how was it?"

Hermione hung her apron against the wall and smirked.

Lorne sat down at the table and looked at the soup and some bread and bacon, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Looks good. "

"It tastes great too!"

Hearing these two words, Hermione happily sat down across from him.