Because Professor Lockhart was lying in the school hospital under the 'careful' care of Madam Pomfrey, many ridiculous things in the original novel did not happen on Valentine's Day on February 14th.
However, the school still made some efforts. The little wizards who walked into the auditorium for breakfast early in the morning were surprised to find that the professors had arranged a circle of light golden ribbons around the auditorium, and they were slowly falling from the light blue ceiling. The little cupid with colorful confetti and white wings stood at the gate of the castle, smiling and giving a bright red rose to everyone who came in and out.
When Harry and Ron pretended to be nonchalant and both gave Hermione the roses in their hands, Hermione, who had been gloomy all night, finally smiled.
There was nothing to talk about on this day. No topic could be more eye-catching on Valentine's Day than young and innocent love. Hermione didn't mention anything about studying. Even Wood, who was coming from the courtyard, saw Harry. After the victory, there was no mention of competition and training plans.
Most of the students in third grade and above went to Hogsmeade, and the flat lawn prepared for flying lessons was occupied by first and second grade wizards.
The three of them, Harry and Harry, were bathed in the soft sunshine and played wizard chess on the lawn all morning. After lunch, Harry and Ron decided to go to Hagrid's place, while Hermione was alone with the greeting card she made by herself. Went to the school hospital.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, according to the previous agreement, Hermione hurried to the third floor of the castle and knocked on the door of a certain professor's office.
"Please come in--"
The voice from behind the door sounded tired. Hermione didn't think much, just opened the door and walked in.
In Professor Lockhart's office, the portraits and photos originally posted on the walls have been gathered up and stacked in the corner. Professor Blaine is sitting in Lockhart's seat. He faces the window sideways, watching the flying stars from time to time. The owl that came in to drop the letter sighed, and there were probably a thousand or two thousand such letters piled on the floor in the middle of the office!
"I never knew Professor Lockhart would have so many fans!"
Amosta behind the desk looked like he had a toothache.
"If I had known earlier, I would rather help Professor Snape dispose of frog guts and slug slime than agree to write a reply for him!"
"But aren't you a fan of Professor Lockhart? Professor Blaine, you should know the influence of Professor Lockhart!"
Hermione's eyes were still a little red when she came from the school hospital, but when she saw Professor Blaine sitting with a melancholy face, she couldn't help but pursed her lips quietly.
"Don't mention it, Miss Granger!"
Amosta waved his wand suddenly, and the thousands of letters lying on the floor formed a white tornado in mid-air. Then, they were neatly stacked on the floor one by one. When the last letter The letter found its place, and a 'letter pillar' flush with the ceiling appeared in the office!
"I don't want to take advantage of you, Miss Granger. Let's take half. I hope we can make it in time for dinner tomorrow."
Amosta, who had been in the restricted area of the library for almost the entire night, rubbed his red and swollen eyes and yawned.
So, the most arduous work began. Amosta and Hermione lay on both sides of the desk to deal with the 'letter pillar'. To be honest, answering Lockhart's letter can be regarded as Amosta's many years of work. The most boring thing I have encountered is that the contents of those letters are the same, either disgusting compliments, asking for autographs and photos, or urging updates...
In short, writing replies to Professor Lockhart's fans is a very boring thing. Amosta would rarely leave more than ten words in each letter, but even so, after an hour, he still couldn't stand it anymore. .
Hermione sitting opposite him had a completely different attitude. She seemed to think that writing a reply to Professor Lockhart was a rare honor, so she carefully read the content of each letter and wrote her reply carefully.
Time passed slowly. Two hours later, Hermione looked back at the 'letter pillar', which had only been reduced by one-third at most, rubbed her sore wrist, then looked at Professor Blaine, and found that he had not replied at all. He was leaning on the back of a soft chair and staring at the ceiling in a daze.
"Professor Brain, we promised Professor Lockhart to help!"
Hermione pursed her lips, looking very much like Professor McGonagall, and screamed in dissatisfaction.
So, under the supervision of Hermione, the desperate Amosta began to deal with those letters from readers again, and this time, Miss Granger would raise her head every few moments to observe whether he was serious. Work', which also eliminates the opportunity for Amosta to be lazy.
Amosta and Hermione had dinner in the office. If he wanted to save time, Brian could have ordered the house elf to deliver it directly, but in order to rest for a while, he decided to go to the auditorium to get it himself. food.
"Professor Brain--"
While eating, Hermione stopped reading the letters. She chewed the steak in her mouth leisurely. She secretly looked at Brian under the shadow of the lamp with her peripheral vision. There seemed to be unfathomable magic hidden in Blaine's lavender eyes. Professor, for some reason, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few beats.
"About that sentence you mentioned to me in the library last week--"
"Um?"
Amosta lowered his head to deal with the food on the plate and responded with a nasal voice. After swallowing the food, he looked at Hermione, whose cheeks were a little red.
"Enlightened, Miss Granger?"
Hermione didn't speak because she didn't know how to describe the faint feeling of loneliness in her heart. After a while, under Amosta's gentle gaze, she nodded hesitantly.
"The strong will always be lonely, Miss Granger, but life will also be lonely in the end. Except for ideals and beliefs, all the people and things we meet on the road to death can only accompany us for a while. As long as you understand this, there is nothing to worry about.”
Amosta's words in a calm tone not only failed to clear up the confusion of the little witch across the table, but instead caused her to fall into even greater panic.
After dinner, Amosta was in a state of complete ruin. No matter how angry Miss Granger glared at him, he slumped on the chair as if he didn't care, and his eyes wandered around in boredom.
Professor Lockhart's desk is filled with his personal books published by different publishing houses. Underneath the autobiographies in the upper left corner of the desk are the ancient stories about memory magic that Amosta accidentally saw when he came here last time. Wizards study manuscripts. To be honest, this is a very precious thing. Amosta himself would definitely keep it close to his body instead of throwing it around like Lockhart.
Although he wanted to take it out and study it, his most basic moral quality still made Amosta forcefully put out this plan.
On the right side of the desk is a stack of thick manuscripts. Amosta had glanced at it when he entered the office earlier. This seemed to be Professor Lockhart's unpublished new book, titled "Living with the Giants of Samoset." year"
"Tsk, tsk, strong taste!"
Out of boredom, Amosta picked up the manuscript. Compared to the research manuscripts of ancient wizards, this thing was less taboo.
The candlelight flickered, and the cool evening breeze gently slapped the glass. The office was completely silent, with only the rustle of a quill quickly rubbing against parchment and the sound of pages turning.
After an unknown amount of time, Hermione, who was immersed in her work, suddenly frowned and felt a hint of chill inexplicably. She suddenly raised her head to look for it. After turning her eyes around, she discovered that the source of the chill came from someone who was concentrating on flipping through the manuscript. There was a sneer on the corner of Amosta's mouth.
"professor--"
After hesitating for a while, Hermione opened her mouth and asked carefully, "What are you looking at?"
"Professor Lockhart's new book manuscript records his process of 'discovering' this story. I have to say, it is very interesting---"
Don't Professor Lockhart's books record his personal experiences? Why does Professor Brain use the word 'excavate'?
Moreover, peeking into Professor Lockhart's private manuscript without permission...that's not good, Professor!
Before Hermione could ask a question, Amosta threw the manuscript on the table with a clatter. There was a majesty that could not be rejected in his calm voice.
"We'll be here today, Miss Granger. You can go back and rest."
Looking at Hermione who had closed the door and still looked confused, Amosta's eyes flashed with sympathy. When the day comes when Professor Lockhart's reputation is ruined, Miss Granger will probably be ashamed that she once admired such a scumbag. It’s hard to be honest.
Amosta stood up and waved his wand suddenly. The closed drawers under the desk and the suitcases placed on the wall were opened at the same time. Stacks of hidden manuscripts flew to Amosta from all directions. They established a In mid-air, the pages slowly turned around, showing Amosta the secrets they recorded that were unknown and so heinous that they could not be forgiven.
"snort--"
For a long time, Amosta, who had been reading all the manuscripts, snorted coldly. He looked at the framed picture on the tea table. The wizard in the frame no longer looked like he was smiling, but was shrinking. The corner of the frame stared at Amosta in horror, his whole body trembling.
"A bit of courage, Professor Lockhart, I'm impressed--"
Amosta, who was alone in the office, chuckled and murmured.
