The next morning.
After walking out of Slytherin's basement, Lorne realized that small snowflakes had begun to fall outside.
"Is it already winter?"
The snowflakes weren't heavy, and the air was gloomy. From time to time, a cold wind blew.
The young wizards around him had already put on warm scarves. Lorne saw Hermione doing her homework at the dining table.
She also put on a patterned scarf.
"Good morning, Hermione,"
"Harry, Ron, and-"
Lorne yawned and walked to Gryffindor's dining table. After so many days, these little lions had become very familiar with Lorne.
When he reached Hermione's side, he suddenly realized that a tall little wizard was sitting around Harry.
"Andy Thomas, my roommate and Ron's!”
Harry introduced his good roommate to Lorne.
"Lorne, good morning. Have you thought about what happened last night?”
At this moment, Fred and George walked over. When they saw Lorne, they said,"The two of us are looking forward to your reply.”
"I have to study in the next few days. I'll give you both an answer in a few days.”
As he spoke, Lorne pointed at the dark circles under his eyes. He had stayed up all night last night.
"You're too hardworking."
"What happened last night?" As his younger brother, Ron caught the main point at once." You went out for a night outing last night and didn't invite me and Harry!”
"Hey, keep your voice down, you idiot!"
Fred and George put their hands over Ron's screaming mouth so that all they could make was a whimper.
"How did the Weasleys get such a fool like you?”Fred said helplessly.
"Wuuuu-"
Ron's eyes widened in displeasure at his brothers.
"You went out for a night tour last night?”
As soon as Lorne sat down, Hermione came over and asked curiously. The fragrance of jasmine was replaced by another fragrance that she had never smelled before.
"Last night, I went to the forbidden area to read some knowledge.”
Lorne glanced at Hermione and quickly turned his head away, touching his nose with his hand.
There was no blood.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
He had seen everything in his previous life. Why did he get nosebleeds so easily in this life?
His Vitality was too vigorous?
"I didn't expect you to go on a night tour. Aren't you afraid of being caught?”
said Hermione, taking notes of what was to come in class.
"Filch can't catch me, I'll take you out to see something nice some evening.”
Lorne shook his head.
It would be a joke to catch Filch with his Squib, not to mention the Shurakyuen illusion.
"I'm not going…"
Hermione glanced at Lorne. There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
Lorne was already working so hard. What reason did she have to not work harder?
"By the way, it's almost time for Valentine's Day. Have you guys prepared any gifts?”
Harry asked as he looked at the two of them. These were the few young wizards he had been closest to at school, and of course, Lorne was honored to be included.
"A gift?"
Lorne was stunned. He had never known that there were gifts to be given on Valentine's Day.
After all, he was an orphan.
But it didn't matter. He still had a lot of strange things.
They were all brought back by the frog cubs from other worlds, such as game consoles, snacks, books, and so on.
These gifts were enough to broaden their horizons.
"We've long been prepared. Of course, we also have your Lorne!”
The twins had already arranged the gifts.
"I think I have to prepare more."
Lorne chuckled.
His gift was different from the others.
As only the little snakes did not have classes this morning, Lorne had no choice but to go to the field alone to practice his flying spell.
Just as Lorne was walking up the stairs in the castle, he suddenly met a man with a purple headscarf at the corner.
Bang!
The book in Quirrell's hand fell to the ground.
"Professor Quirrell, are you all right?"
Lorne squatted down and asked carefully.
However, his eyes glanced at the back of the other party's head.
That was where Senior Tom was.
He had met him once at a Sorting ceremony, and he was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
I didn't expect to see Quirrell here.
"No, it's nothing."
Quirrell held up his hat and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it had not fallen off.
After stuttering, he stood up and took the book from Lorne.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Professor,"
Lorne looked at Quirrell's back as he hurriedly left and rubbed his nose.
He saw it.
Just now, he saw the human face behind the other party's head with his Shura Eye.
"Nice to meet you, Senior Tom!”
Lorne's lips curled into a malicious smile.
He remembered that Ron's Rat was Senior Tom's lapdog, Pettigrew.
And he had recently done some research on compound medicine.
To be honest, he hated those fence-sitters.
When he arrived at the field, Lorne realized that many people had already started practicing Quidditch.
He even saw a Chinese female Seeker.
Ravenclaw, I think.
"Geralt, you're here too!"
Malfoy, who was fiddling with the broom, saw Lorne, who had just arrived at the field.
He walked over, raised his broom, and boasted,
"What do you think? My dad prepared a broom, Nimbus 2000.”
"Of course, you have a share too!"
As he spoke, Malfoy snatched it from his lackey and handed it to Lorne.
Lorne took the broom inexplicably.
He knew Malfoy wanted to beat Harry, but he hadn't expected it to cost so much.
However, it would be a waste not to use a broom that was free.
With this in mind, Lorne cast a flying spell and joined Slytherin's training team.
With strong control and excellent physique, the entire training ground soon focused on Lorne.
There was no ball that he could not defend against, and no one could think of how to block the ball he sent out.
Because his ball could bend.
"It's just a simple use of magic power. Is there a need to be so lively?”
Lorne, who had landed on the ground to rest again, suddenly heard a voice.
"Cedric, Captain Hufflepuff, you've been playing very well!”
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