Hermione, who had been nervous all this while, relaxed as the two of them moved away from the forest.
There was nothing scarier than losing points to a top student.
Although Gryffindor was now almost at the bottom thanks to Harry and Ron's endless efforts.
And now Ravenclaw and Slytherin were tied for first place.
The two sides were the fiercest contenders for the House Cup in recent years, although Slytherin had won every time.
When the two of them returned to the dining room, they began to prepare for the evening magic history class. A ghost that had lived for more than a thousand years would explain to everyone.
Lorne went in full of anticipation, but he only lasted for less than five minutes before he fell to the ground in a daze. Hermione, who was sitting at the side, was obviously much stronger than him.
Its little head was nodding in the air like a little duck eating its food.
In the end, Brainiac could not resist the power of the 1000-year-old antique. He tilted his head and leaned on Lorne's shoulder, who was sleeping on the table.
None of the surrounding young wizards could escape the murmuring, and it was worth noting that Hermione was the last to fall.
"How rude!" Professor Binns, who was in ghostly form and was gray and translucent, looked angrily at the young wizards who seemed to have been drugged.
Professor Binns was the only ghost professor at Hogwarts.
According to the other ghosts, Professor Binns forgot to bring his body to class one day and was dead when he came back. However, this small problem could not stop his love for teaching.
So for the past 1000 years, Professor Binns had been the teacher of History of Magic.
Though everyone around him was asleep, he rambled on in his monotonous voice about goblin uprisings and other old magical history.
When class ended, some of the stories left the classroom yawning, and some of them even had numb legs and could not stand up.
"Professor Binns's lecture was quite easy to understand.”
Hermione rubbed her eyes, tidied up the notes she had taken in the first half of the class, and said to Lorne.
As for what happened after that, I'm sorry, but Miss Hermione was already asleep.
"I think he should use some legendary stories to attract our attention, such as the Philosopher's Stone, the secret chamber, and so on.”
Lorne was also a little sleepy, especially when this class was specially held at night.
"My course is History of Magic. I study facts, not myths and legends.”
Professor Binns, who was in his ghost form, said coldly as he passed by.
"As for the legendary Chamber of Secrets, it does exist, but it was built by Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin.”
"There's nothing mysterious about it.”
Lorne looked at Professor Binns who was gradually drifting away and could not help but touch his nose. He was too familiar with the things in the secret chamber. After all, he had explored it last night and even obtained a spiritual creature.
After all, the Basilisk wasn't anything mysterious.
"Professor Binns does seem rather dull.”
Hermione nodded in agreement.
After they left the classroom, the two of them parted ways.
One lounge was on the eighth floor, while the other was on the first floor of the basement, so the two of them parted at the stairwell.
Hermione's figure crept slowly up the deformed staircase alone, and with a twist of her body, she vanished from sight.
"I'm not a lolicon, am I?"
Lorne thought to himself, and then walked down the stairs back to the Slytherin lounge.
The flames in the fireplace were slowly burning under the green hue of the water. A group of Slytherin wizards had gathered in the hall, chatting and laughing.
Lorne glanced at it as he passed by and found that Malfoy was among them.
This group of Magi were pure-blooded Magi, and on the other side of the lounge, there was a group of mixed-blood Magi, divided into two factions.
Lorne yawned and turned around to return to his bedroom.
He didn't want to bother with any faction now.
After all, what kind of person could come to Slytherin?
When I was about to go to bed, Malfoy returned to the dormitory with a look of unsatisfied desire.
It was nice to chat with a group of wizards who shared the same ideals.
"You didn't go to Harry?"
Lorne, who was reading with the light on, asked the obvious.
"Well, I've already sent someone to find Harry for me, and I'm sure he'll be pleasantly surprised.”
Malfoy remembered the tip he had just given Argus Filch and smiled maliciously.
"Quiet, you're disturbing my thoughts while I'm reading.”
Lorne glanced at Malfoy, who could not help but laugh out loud.
Malfoy's smile came to an abrupt end, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
For some reason, when he saw Lorne, there was always an unknown fear in his heart.
However, his love for games allowed him to overcome his fear.
"Why isn't this game console lit up?”
"The battery is dead."
"Then what should we do?"
Seeing Malfoy take out the blackened game console and ask, Lorne raised his eyebrows.
"Then I won't play anymore."
"No, my house is only half built!”Malfoy said unwillingly," How much is this game console of yours? I'll buy it!"
"Help me charge it while you're at it!"
As a pure-blooded noble Magus, Malfoy naturally had his own pocket money and quite a lot of assets.
"Forget it, just treat it as a gift from me. After all, we're friends.”As he spoke, Lorne picked up his staff and aimed it at the game console.
Malfoy was startled by this movement and backed away.
Immediately after, a dazzling golden electric arc burst out from the wand and quickly began to wrap around the game console.
In a short while, the red indicator light instantly turned green.
Lorne had once experimented with a few game consoles and even blew up a few of them, which was why he was so skilled.
"You're really a good person!"
Malfoy looked at Lorne gratefully and then ran to his bed.
Internet-addicted teenager.
A word automatically appeared in Lorne's mind.
In short, everyone had a very comfortable night.
Except for Harry, Ron, and their roommates, who were being pursued by Filch.
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