As it was Herbalism in the morning, Slytherin and Ravenclaw had it together, while Gryffindor had it only with Hufflepuff.
After a simple breakfast, the two of them parted ways at the staircase.
Lorne shook his head as he watched Hermione slowly walk up the stairs alone.
No matter where they were, there would always be some people who had a problem with being a top student.
But speaking of which, he himself did not have many friends.
Malfoy was his only close friend at Serpents Yard, and Crabbe at best.
As he walked into the Herbal Medicine class, a boring day began.
It was already close to noon when they came out of Herbalism class. Slytherin and Gryffindor did not have any classes in the afternoon. Except for the evening, both sides had a common class, History of Magic.
It was a history lesson related to the magic world.
It was said that the teacher of this class was very experienced, at least close to 1000 years old, and was invited by the founder of Slytherin at that time.
Lorne was a little interested in this walking history.
He found Hermione at the agreed dining place, not alone this time, but with Harry and Ron.
"This way, Lorne!"
Hermione, who had been waiting eagerly, was the first to notice Lorne, who was looking around.
"Good afternoon." Lorne placed his textbook on the table and nodded to greet the two people opposite him.
"Are we going to the library this afternoon?"
Hermione asked Lorne after lunch.
She felt that she needed to add some knowledge about potions in her mind because compared to Lorne, she felt that her knowledge was still too little.
Because the little snake and the little lion had almost the same class schedule, they were basically together when they rested.
"Are you going to the library? I want to go too!"
When Harry heard that they were going to the library, he immediately raised his hand to show that he wanted to go too.
After all, he had been severely insulted by that old bat, Snape, yesterday. He felt that his brain could not continue to be empty.
Especially after learning about Hermione's learning method, Harry felt as if he had drunk chicken soup and was injected with chicken blood.
He also wanted to become a character like the top student!
"Then…shall I go with you?"
Although Ron did not want to study, his friends, especially his best friend Harry, were going, so he naturally could not be absent.
Lorne, who originally wanted to say that he did not want to go, could not help but scratch his head when he saw the enthusiasm of the people around him.
"Then let's go."
He had planned to visit the Quidditch grounds in the afternoon, then stroll around the Black Lake.
After all, they had been here for two days, and they had not fully explored Hogwarts.
But Hermione and the others said so, so he had to go with the flow.
It was noon, so there were many people in the library. Most of them were junior wizards who were preparing to take the certificate, and there were all kinds of papers. Everyone was quietly absorbing knowledge.
Lorne and the others found a table closer to the door and sat there to take out a few books.
Hermione helped Harry pick out a thick book on Potions, the one that was as thick as a fist, and Harry felt dizzy reading it.
"Do I have to read this book?"
"Then maybe you want to be an idiot."
Hermione raised her fair neck like a proud swan and glanced at Harry Potter.
"What an annoying way to talk."
Ron whispered in Harry's ear, pretending to pick up a magazine at random, and then made a face at Hermione.
"Miss Know-it-all!"
"Humph!"
Hermione sat down beside Lorne angrily, holding a thick dictionary in her arms.
"You don't have to be so angry.”
Seeing Hermione's angry look, Lorne could not help but whisper in her ear.
The warm airflow made her petite body tremble. She quickly said,
"I…I know."
Lorne also picked up his book and began to learn.
He was now very interested in Potionology.
After all, if he did it well, this would be a good opportunity to make money.
Especially after learning how precious the fangs and blood of the Basilisk were.
He had a thousand-year-old Basilisk in his basement.
While they were studying, Malfoy suddenly came into the library.
Looking left and right, she finally saw the sleepy Harry Potter.
Just as he was about to go over, he suddenly saw Lorne sitting on the other side and reading seriously. He suddenly retracted his footsteps.
"No, why am I so afraid of Geralt?”
"Draco, you're a noble wizard, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.”
As he chanted in his heart, a surge of courage surged into his heart.
Malfoy walked straight to Lorne's table.
"I'll have a duel with you!”
In the quiet library, this voice instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding people.
Even Madam Pince, who was sitting at the door, looked over with dissatisfaction.
Malfoy realized that he had spoken too loudly and quickly lowered his head to avoid his eyes.
"You want to duel with me?"
Lorne asked thoughtfully.
Hearing that there was going to be a duel, the sleepy Harry instantly perked up.
"No, no, no!"
Hearing Lorne's reply, Malfoy quickly shook his head. He knew the strength of the monster in front of him, and he did not want to waste his effort.
"I want to duel with you, Harry Potter, tonight at 11:30, in the prize showroom!”
"I hope you won't be afraid to come!"
With that, Malfoy left in a hurry, leaving only the back of his golden head.
"The person he wants to duel…is me?"
Harry, who had just woken up, looked confused.
"If I didn't hear wrongly, it should be you.”
Ron shook Harry's arm and said blankly,""Do you want to agree?"
"Of course, I won't run!"
Harry remembered Malfoy's hostility toward him and felt his spirits rise.
"Alright, I'll go with you tonight!”
Hermione, who was flipping through a book at the side, narrowed her brown eyes and muttered speechlessly,"You two idiots are hopeless."
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