Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

“Don’t move your hands!”

In the darkness, Hermione couldn’t help but glance back at Lorne who was following behind him and reprimanded in a low voice.

“If you’re going to move, you’re ahead!”

“I’m not moving, it’s your own.” Lorne pretended to be aggrieved and said.

At this time, the two people were secretly looking for a portrait of a troll in the castle of Hogwarts.

Lorne only remembered walking three times across from the troll’s portrait, but he really forgot where it was.

So the two could only start looking from the first floor.

There are many portraits on each floor, and all kinds of paintings are impossible for even senior students to memorize them all.

Since Filch was patrolling nearby, neither man turned on the oil lamp.

Hermione carefully walked the path ahead, while Lorne followed her.

Although he has a way to directly control Filch, then there is no excitement of night swimming, not to mention…

Lorne looked at the petite figure in the robe and couldn’t help but poke her white neck with his hand.

“What’s wrong, is it Filch!”

Like a frightened little white rabbit, Hermione jumped straight up and turned her head to look at Lorne in panic.

Recently, Gryffindor’s score has been almost in single digits under Snape’s unremitting efforts, and Professor McGonagall’s face is getting worse day by day.

If the Night Tour was discovered, Hermione estimated that Gryffindor would break through the miracle and become directly negative, and Professor McGonagall would definitely not spare her.

Although Hermione repeatedly proposed that Harry drink a drop of the fountain during Potions class, Harry did not agree.

Not to mention Malfoy, who was inquiring about Harley’s whereabouts like crazy, even his good brother Ron looked at him with something wrong.

So now Harry is beaten to death.

I’m afraid that if I use it too much, sooner or later he will be sent to the school infirmary.

“You’re so annoying!”

Looking left and right and not finding any figure, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief while a pair of brown eyes looked at Lorne fiercely.

“Let’s hurry up and find the portrait of the troll, it’s twelve o’clock now!”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lorne quickly changed the topic.

Hermione sharpened her little tiger teeth, there was nowhere to vent, and finally she was angry and could only walk in front and continue to search.

Miss Granger felt that since the two confirmed their relationship, Lorne’s boldness had also grown.

Although she is not repulsive…

A young couple with a fledgling relationship strolled in the afterglow of the moon, holding hands as they walked.

The shadows of the two sides also slowly merged together from one after the other.

It is said that he came out to find a room for a requirement, but the two always have a feeling of dating.

Inside the corridor on the eighth floor.

“Do you see this portrait?”

Hermione asked as she turned to Lorne with her fluorescent wand in her hand.

Well?

Lorne looked closer curiously.

It was a tapestry depicting a group of trolls holding huge sticks dancing around a male witch, but the stick smashed on top of the witch’s head.

“Yes, this is it!”

His eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled Hermione to the opposite side of the painting point.

My mind began to meditate on a warm lounge, and then I walked back and forth three times.

Soon a very smooth door appeared on the originally smooth wall.

“Appeared!”

Hermione exclaimed softly.

Originally, she thought it was a rumor, but she didn’t expect that this house actually existed!

“What room did you just meditate on?”

Miss Granger asked curiously, and she saw Lorne’s mouth silently reciting words.

Combined with the characteristics of this room of requirement, the clever Miss Hermione reacted instantly.

“A very ordinary lounge.”

Lorne shrugged.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Hermione pushed the door and entered.

“You call this ordinary?”

She muttered in a low voice.

Seeing Hermione walk in, Lorne followed suit, and closed the door very intimately.

With the door closing, the wall once again returned to its original form, as if the door had just been an illusion.

The size of the house was not too large, after all, Lorne wanted a cozy lounge, which was just a room the size of a bedroom.

A soft double bed leans against the window, the moonlight spills on the crimson sheets, a round table is placed in the center of the room, surrounded by several high chairs, and the walls are hung with various frescoes and slowly burning candlelight.

This scene made even Lorne a little dumbfounded.

It’s so homely!

“I bet you’re definitely not thinking about an ordinary lounge just now.” Hermione took a wary step back.

“Cosy lounge…”

Lorne said helplessly.

“So, are the two of us going to spend the night here?”

He suggested softly.

When the words fell, Hermione gave him a smile.

“Think beautiful!”

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Early the next morning.

The rising sun cut through the night, and light snow fell on Hogwarts.

Lorne shook the small snowflakes on his body and walked into the auditorium.

Hermione hadn’t spent the night with him, and after finding what they needed, the two of them left and went back to their bedrooms.

“Good morning, my dear Miss Granger!”

Lorne hugged the shy girl next to him affectionately.

What’s wrong with this today?

How could it suddenly be called differently!

Looking at the two people who were spreading dog food in the morning, Harry and Ron and Neville were thinking about whether to change places to eat.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to eat breakfast every day.

“Two glasses of chocolate milk, one with sugar, one without one!”

Lorne saw that Hermione hadn’t ordered food yet, so he informed the house-elves in advance.

He knew Hermione didn’t like sweetening.

“It’s going to be fat…”

Hermione protested weakly as she looked at the chocolate milk pushed in front of her.

“It’s okay, I don’t dislike you.”

Lorne took a small sip and it tasted great.

“I hate you!”

After speaking, Hermione took out a notebook from her backpack and read it carefully.

Because there are less than five weeks to go before the final exams begin.

Looking at the thick notebook, Lorne suddenly had an idea.

“When there is no class this afternoon, let’s go to the Room of Requirement for the two of us to study!”

After all, it should be much more efficient there than in the library.

“… Yes. ”

Miss Hermione hesitated, then nodded in agreement.

Where to learn is not to learn!