Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

See clothes?

What clothes?

Lorne was stunned and looked up at Hermione.

By this time, the clever Hermione had already discovered the meaning of the line of letters.

Just now the light was too dim, blocking the view and not noticing.

Now after seeing this sentence, Hermione guessed it at once.

“What is reflected is something that the heart desires?”

She knew it instantly.

The contents of the mirror also mean that she alone can see.

“What did you see inside?”

Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes.

She already knew what she longed for.

It’s just that she won’t say it.

“Me?”

Lorne was stunned and lied as he touched his nose.

“I saw my family inside.”

As an orphan, there’s nothing wrong with seeing your family inside.

Family….

“I saw… Lots of nice clothes. ”

Hermione lied as well.

She was sure that Lorne was definitely not seeing his family, as he always hesitated when he lied.

“Yes.”

Seeing it, Hermione was also lying.

It’s just that neither of them debunked each other.

After glancing at my watch, the time had come to one o’clock in the morning.

Hermione covered her mouth and yawned, teardrops shining in the corners of her eyes, and she could tell that she was a little sleepy.

Just sleeping a few hours in the library has reached its limit.

“Let’s go, let’s go back.”

Lorne also stretched, ready to send Hermione back to the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor.

If she is allowed to go back alone, maybe she will meet Filch on the way, so be safe, or he will send it back.

“Hmm.”

For this request, Hermione did not refuse, after all, she was also a first-time night tour, and she definitely did not have as much experience as Lornedo.

At the corner of the third floor, Lorne paused in his steps, and at the same time reached out to stop Hermione, who was still walking forward.

“What’s wrong?”

Hermione quickly lowered her voice and asked.

In the silent night, suddenly being pulled down, naturally startled.

The moonlight outside the window was miserably white, shining through the patterned windows and spilling on the marble brick floor.

Lorne’s pale blue eyes didn’t know when they had turned red, and he half-squinted at the figure that was being unlocked in the distance.

“Professor Quirrell?”

Hermione followed her gaze and also saw the height of the one wrapped around the purple turban.

She couldn’t help but wonder.

“Why is Professor Quirrell here in the middle of the night?”

Quirrell is a professor who teaches the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second year, and he is not included in the first year class.

But there were only a few professors in the entire castle, so many people already recognized the professors, including Hermione.

No way, Professor Quirrell was the strangest of all the professors, stammering and fearing everything around him.

It looks like a scared mouse.

And there are rumors that students have heard him talk to himself often, as if he were schizophrenic.

And there is also a bad smell of garlic all over the body.

I heard that Professor Quirrell was not anything unusual in the past, but was a smart and studious and very talkative person, until one day, after he returned from a trip abroad.

The whole person became like this.

“That’s the off-limits area Headmaster Dumbledore,” Hermione whispered, “he must have some secret of invisible people.” ”

“What do we do now?”

What to do?

What can be done.

He also wanted to meet his senior Tom, but it was clear that the time was not ripe now, and he might as well wait for the arrival of a notebook Horcrux.

As for now, let’s send Hermione back first.

Soon, Quirrell snapped open the closed door, and as soon as he walked in, he suddenly ran out in panic, panting and closing the door again.

“What’s behind that door?”

Hermione looked at Quirrell who ran out in a panic with wide eyes and surprise, and poked Lorne on the side and asked.

In the eyes of these little wizards, each professor was powerful, not to mention that Quirrell was still a professor in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

There is no simple one who can become a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But Quirrell in front of him showed a terrified look, it was hard to think of what kind of thing was hidden in it to scare a professor like this.

“How do I know?”

Lorne looked at her speechlessly, and really thought he was a jack of all trades.

If memory serves, it should be a three-headed dog guarding something.

The last time Momotaro rice balls were prepared was to deal with it, but last time it was disrupted by Dumbledore.

“Let’s go, Professor Quirrell is here!”

Lorne’s eyes moved, and he pulled Hermione behind a half-hidden door.

I saw Professor Quirrell staggering over, still chanting words in his mouth, as if he was cursing something, and his body trembled from time to time.

Due to the long distance and the small sound, the two people heard nothing.

After Quirrell disappeared on the fourth floor, the two walked out.

Quirrell should have been communicating with Senior Tom just now.

It seems that Senior Tom has taken action.

Thinking so, Lorne looked at Hermione on the side.

“Hurry back to sleep.”

After waiting on the eighth floor, two people stood in front of the door of the Gryffindor common room.

The fat lady yawning floated out of the painting.

“Two little wizards who wander the night, oh, and one is a little Slytherin snake.”

“It’s really a rare couple.”

The fat lady quipped.

It’s just that neither of them is moved, so the fat lady feels very uninteresting.

She said boringly.

“Okay, Miss Hermione says the order.”

As the password was spoken, Hermione turned to Lorne and bowed her hand.

“See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Lorne nodded, then turned and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

It seemed that Hermione really didn’t have many friends in Gryffindor.

On the way back a little more, Lorne couldn’t help but think.

It stands to reason that roommates in the same dorm room could easily spot the disappeared Hermione and choose to tell Professor McGonagall or come out to find her.

But apparently not.

And Hermione should also be very aware of her situation, so she chose to go outside with Lorne for a night trip.

Otherwise, in order to prevent dragging Lorne down, she would have gone back a long time ago.

By the time I got back to my bedroom, it was already half past three in the morning, and fortunately tomorrow morning was a Sunday.

This means that you can get a good night’s sleep tonight.

Lorne, who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes.

The sound of breathing soon came from the silent bedroom.