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

Eventually, at Lorne's suggestion, the three of them officially founded Fairy Tail on the edge of the Black Lake!

No one knows how much this store will make waves in the wizarding world in the future.

Even the three of them didn't think so long-term.

"I still think Thestrals' tail sounds good. "

George muttered.

"By the way, if I draw the badge, it will be a trademark!"

Lorne completely filtered George's nonsense, laughing and using his wand to draw a leprechaun sign on a patch of clean snow.

The delicate logo looked at Fred and George's eyes.

With this beautiful badge alone, these two were convinced at once.

"Great, we were going to use big poop eggs as a trademark at first!".

George said happily.

"This sign is much more beautiful than a big poop egg!".

Hearing George's words, Lorne was visibly stunned.

It's too brave to use big dung eggs as a trademark.

"I'll leave the trademark to the two of you. "

Finishing the badge, Lorne said.

"Okay, don't worry!".

The twins confidently agreed.

Afterwards, the three of them chatted about the general development of the store on the edge of the black lake.

Everything in Lorne's mind needs to be matched by magic, so the twins decide to go to the library in the afternoon and stay until the evening.

The grades of the two were not bad, but their brains were not focused on studying.

After having the research of the commodity, the twins were immediately in good spirits.

Looking at the two figures leaving in high spirits, Lorne nodded in satisfaction.

The two of them worked hard, and he was only responsible for coming up with some ideas.

Lorne, by contrast, seemed much more relaxed.

After returning to the Slytherin common room.

Lorne patted his blonde hair, which was covered in snowflakes, and then dried it with his wand.

Recently, there are a lot of little wizards who have caught a cold in the school, and there are many people in the school doctor every day.

Although he didn't think that his constitution would cause a cold, it was better to be careful.

After drying his hair, Lorne was stunned.

I don't think I've seen a frog cub in many days.

Since the last time the frog cub was brought back to Niang Drowning Spring, he subconsciously forgot to go to the nest to see the frog cub.

When he returned to his dormitory, he came to the head of his bed.

In the soft nest, there are no frog cubs anymore, only a few photos that I don't know when they appeared.

The photo shows a little girl with short hair in a sweatshirt and a young man wearing a blue shirt with a somewhat large nose.

Another photo shows a giant turtle with a hexagonal stone carved in the center of its shell.

There is also a pattern of this animal on the stone.

"Familiar, huh?"

Lorne muttered to himself.

But on this trip, he knew that it was the world he had seen in his previous life.

It's just that the vague memory gave him a general impression, but the impression was not deep.

In the lower left corner of the photo, as always, the time of return is written.

This time I came back very late, probably after the Christmas holidays.

Storing the picture in another dimension, Lorne turned on the bedside lamp to write notes for the Charms class.

When the frog cub comes back, you'll know what to bring.

Now it doesn't matter at all whether you guess or not.

The little wizards also have homework every day, but usually Lorne and Hermione finish it in the library in advance.

And today Hermione was still in class, so he had to write it himself.

Professor Flitwick's assignments were very easy for him.

It is to record the concept and application of the levitation charm.

At noon, even though the sun was shining outside, it was still green in the Slytherin underwater quarters.

Fortunately, he prepared the lights.

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Night.

Gryffindor at the table.

Lorne, a Slytherin, is surrounded by twins, Harry Ron, and Hermione.

If you don't know, you think a group of lions cubs are bullying a baby snake.

"It's Christmas in a few days, are you ready for a present?"

Fred and George laughed and looked at Lorne as they spoke.

"Don't worry, there are two of you. "

Lorne said helplessly.

After Halloween, it's time to start Quidditch.

And Christmas is right after Quidditch.

Although Lorne said that there was, he hadn't figured out exactly what to send.

He has a lot of strange things, so just take out one or two.

"I'm ready for you!".

Ron, who was holding the spotted, also said.

"You're giving away useless stuff every year. Knowing Ron's two own brothers, he said helplessly.

Every Christmas, Ron always sends back what they have leftovers.

There is nothing new or valuable.

Several people sat around, and Fred had already told everyone the name of the store and what was about to be done.

Hermione was interested in the magic that the twins could do, while Ron and Harry simply found the cards interesting.

"Rude!".

"It hurts!".

Harry crossed his fingers and stared blankly at Miss Witch, who was waving her wand and was a little angry.

Just now, he touched the witch in mid-air with his finger out of curiosity, and was pricked by his wand.

"Miss Witch has a consciousness of her own. "

Fred explained with a smile.

Lorne looked at Miss Witch, who was holding her hands together because she was angry, and had a bold idea in her heart.

Forget it, this is not a punishment.

As the night came to an end.

Bright stars appeared in the sky.

In the school clinic.

Quirrell, who had almost recovered, held his head in fear.

"By all means, Peter Pettigrew must be found!"

"Now you hurry up and find me the Philosopher's Stone!".

The awakened Voldemort roared unwillingly.

"Yes, yes, Lord... Master, I've already found out about the Philosopher's Stone!".

"I'll figure it out when Halloween comes!"

Quirrell, who was lying on the bed, replied in a panic.

"Act as soon as possible!".

Voldemort said something weakly, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

The last time he wrapped his turban in magic, he had exhausted the magic of recovery.

For the last few days, he has been dormant on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, recovering cautiously.

In the moonlight, Quirrell untied the bandage on his arm, looked at the almost recovered arm, and shook it gently.

The pain made him frown, and Quirrell looked up at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

I had an idea in my heart.

Now wait until Halloween arrives!