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

As time passed, the little wizards at Hogwarts train station waited patiently for the train to start, carrying large bags of luggage.

As the train doors opened, the impatient wizards swarmed up.

Lorne and Hermione weren't in such a hurry.

The capacity of the train is still sufficient, not to mention that a large number of people did not choose to go home, but stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas.

When the two of them got into the car, they found an empty compartment at the very end.

Lorne put Hermione's luggage in the luggage compartment and sat directly across from Hermione.

The official departure of the train is still some time away.

Lorne looked out the window at the snowy landscape, thinking about what he was going to buy when he got home.

First of all, Diagon Alley, the materials for refining the elixir and some precious potions must be prepared, which is a large amount of expenditure.

And you can just stop by Tumbledown Alley to have a look.

He remembered that there were quite a few dark wizards in the shop, and the magic items in it were also very interesting.

"Do you want to read?"

At this time, Hermione took out a book of "Sleeping with Werewolves" from her backpack and placed it on the table.

In order to alleviate the boredom of the journey, she specially borrowed it from the library.

And she knew that Lorne preferred to read these biographical books rather than boring knowledge.

"Bring me a copy."

Lorne took the book and looked at it twice.

The author is Gilderoy Lockhart, who is still the liar who is good at using the Oblivion Charm.

Although it is a novel written by stealing other people's memories, the writing is unexpectedly good, making people feel immersive.

Hermione, who was sitting across from her, took a copy of Charms and began to record Professor Flitwick's end-of-semester assignments.

A top student is a top student no matter where you are.

"You two are here?"

At this time, a familiar voice sounded at the same time.

Fred, the elder brother, was standing outside the carriage with George with his luggage.

George was about to pull the door open and enter, but was stopped by Fred.

"Have a good trip, you two!"

"So are you."

Fred gave Lorne a look and left with George.

It's not a good time to go in and be a light bulb.

Miss Hermione, on the other hand, looked at the departing twins with wide eyes, and immediately knew what Fred meant.

The glass of the carriage has curtains that can be closed.

It's not impossible.

Thinking about it, she felt her face feel a little hot.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lorne, who was reading the book, looked at Hermione, who had suddenly buried her head in the book, and asked.

"No... It's nothing. "

Hermione replied sullenly.

Lorne touched the tip of his nose for some reason.

.........

With the little wizards ready, the train began to whistle.

The sound of gas roared.

The wheels move slowly.

Lorne, who was sitting in the carriage chatting and reading a book, suddenly changed his face.

His face turned pale and weak, and his brain began to transmit a feeling of vertigo to him.

I... Motion sickness?

Although this day would come sooner or later, he didn't expect it to be so soon!

Obviously, the Quidditch match two days ago did not have such a strong feeling of motion sickness.

Before he had time to think about it, Lorne threw his head up and leaned his head against the window.

The nausea from the feedback made him put the book in his hand on the table.

"Lorne, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Hermione, who had been sitting opposite, noticed that Lorne's side was not in the right state, and quickly changed positions and sat next to him.

"Motion sickness..."

Lorne gritted his teeth and spat out a word.

As the train accelerated, he now felt like he was running out of strength.

Has the power of the Dragon Slayer Crystal grown so rapidly lately?

Obviously, this kind of power has never been used.

Motion sickness?

Hermione was stunned, she remembered the last time she was on the train, Lorne didn't show such a strong performance.

She'd only seen it once when she was on a boat.

"Don't worry, it's okay, just let me rest."

Opening his eyes and looking at the somewhat anxious girl beside him, Lorne couldn't help but comfort.

Motion sickness.

At most, he was faint until the train stopped in the evening, and he was able to hold on.

Fortunately, he left the dormitory late and didn't eat breakfast, otherwise he would have vomited.

"Let me lie down."

Lorne, who was leaning back in his seat, said weakly.

However, to his surprise, Hermione actually grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him over.

The blond hair pressed against Hermione's legs, and the little witch didn't dare look at Lorne's puzzled gaze.

"I think you're a little more comfortable here."

It's really comfortable.

Feeling the softness beneath his head, Lorne thought.

The train began to move.

The view from the window is beautiful, with vast green lawns covered in snow, flowing rivers frozen and the occasional smoke wafting from the countryside.

Miss Hermione wasn't reading because she had to hold Lorne to keep him from falling.

A pair of hands wrapped around Lorne's shoulders, and there was silence in the carriage of the two men.

Only the clatter of the speeding train.

Miss Granger took in the pleasant scenery outside the window, and then unconsciously put her eyes on Lorne's face.

At this time, Lorne had closed his eyes, and the sound of even breathing proved that he had fallen into a light sleep.

The handsome face that was originally wrinkled slowly unfolded.

For some reason, Hermione remembered the first time she met at Ovan Led's Wand Shop.

At that time, the little boy lying on her lap was painting the beautiful golden tree with its wand and its golden leaves.

The gold sunlight outside the window shone on the side face, a face that attracted her more than magic.

Thinking about it, Hermione couldn't help but lower her head, and the two foreheads slowly touched.

"You're mine..."

A soft word to himself, followed by a slow contact.

After a long time, Miss Hermione blushed and looked up.

And the corners of Lorne's mouth, which was lying on his lap, couldn't help but curl.

"Are you awake?"

The perceptive Miss Hermione saw the smile on Lorne's moist lips.

She asked softly.

However, the corners of Lorne's upturned mouth were pressed down in a blink of an eye.

Sure enough, I woke up!

Thinking so, Hermione couldn't help but pinch Lorne's cheek.

Let you pretend to be asleep!