Lockhart clapped his hands and strode in through the doors leading to the foyer. Twelve dwarfs with gloomy faces, whose most distinctive feature was their big red noses and rosacea. And unlike ordinary dwarves, Lockhart had them all wear golden wings and carry harps.
"My friendly little cupid with a card!" Lockhart said beamingly, as if he wanted to share his joy: "They are going to be wandering around the school today delivering Valentine's Day cards to you!"
“The fun doesn’t stop there!”
"Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion?! I think he's very good at it."
"As far as I know, the agapanthus planted by Professor Sprout is about to bloom. We have to give it to our sweetheart before it withers. That will get the blessing of love."
"You can also ask Professor Trelawney to divine your destined partner, if her fortune-telling is really effective."
"Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I have ever met. Look at that cunning old dog."
The face of the professor whose name was called got darker every time he said a word. When he finished speaking, the face of Professor McGonagall, the only one whose name was not called, was so dark that no other color could be seen. Why did he come to her here? Gone?
The little wizard is destined not to get the answer he wants from the professor
However, these dwarfs carried out their 'mission' very faithfully - sending love letters and reading them out in public.
“What shame PLAY”
Harry watched a little wizard struggling to escape, only to be surrounded by a group of dwarfs. Then he read out the contents of the love letter in front of everyone, with a look of despair on his face, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I don't know who will be the second unlucky person."
"I saw it! It's him! Harry Potter!"
One of the dwarfs pointed at Harry and shouted so loudly that almost the entire auditorium heard it.
"It can't be mine, right?" The moment Harry heard his name, his body froze.
There won't be anything strange in it, right?
"Pote! I didn't expect you to be quite popular."
Malfoy seized the opportunity and mocked mercilessly.
"Look, it's Malfoy. We happen to be together. I have three letters from him here."
Malfoy: "???"
His body seemed to be under a petrifying spell, and his body was even stiffer than Harry's.
Being read a love letter in public? What a shame!
No, no, absolutely not
Malfoy's already pale lips became even more colorless.
"And Longbottom! Oh, there are five letters."
The dwarfs' eyes fell on Neville who was watching the show again.
'I have it too? 'Monk Neville Zhang Er is confused. He is just an ordinary little wizard. Why has he suddenly become popular?
In fact, on the night the Duelist Club was held, Neville defeated Lockhart with a spell, and he won the hearts of many little witches.
The dwarfs' eyes shifted again, this time to Ron next to Neville.
"Uh-huh." Ron cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, as if I was ready.
Then
"Get out of the way, redhead."
The dwarfs roughly pushed him away.
Ron:???
'What about mine? '
"Dursley, look, it's Dursley, I found him, eighty letters in total."
Several dwarfs gathered together, pointed at Dudley and screamed in surprise. They could almost complete half of the task in one breath. Can they be unhappy?
"I didn't expect you to be quite popular? Let me see who wrote for you."
Hermione poked Dudley and said with a smile, her tone sounded very gentle, but
With a 'Gaba' sound, the quill in his hand broke.
A total of eighty love letters. More than Lockhart.
However, he is not the one with the most letters. The person with the most letters has a full 108 letters.
Ravenclaw's first year—Madison.
In fact, there were quite a few Cedric, and he was considered the most popular wizard behind Dudley and Lockhart, but he was not in the Great Hall at this time.
"And Miss Granger, there are twenty love letters in total!"
Hey, let's see who's so bold. Dudley looked around with an unfriendly expression.
Everyone in the disciplinary team received many love letters.
When the little dwarf arrived, they wanted to catch Dudley and listen to them read the love letter aloud, but they obviously found the wrong person.
"Your behavior seriously disrupts discipline."
"One of the responsibilities of the disciplinary team is to correct the school spirit."
Seeing Dudley's unkind tone, the dwarfs all gathered around Dudley.
"Hey, big man, do you want to fight? Tell you, there are twenty of us!"
"Today you have to listen whether you want to listen or not listen."
He said and made a muscle-flexing gesture toward Dudley.
You have muscles, but we are not bad either.
However, these dwarfs clearly had no idea what the name Dursley meant.
They were merely employed by Lockhart.
“There is strength in numbers?”
Dudley smiled lightly, and then lightly snapped his fingers.
A blue whirlwind blew out of thin air, and a large group of chattering Cornish elves appeared in front of everyone.
"Then I have a lot of people now."
"Get out!"
Dudley pointed at the dwarf in front of him.
Cornish elves immediately swarmed around.
Little vandals, go out!
Although they are not as powerful and powerful as Pixie, they are much stronger than these dwarfs, and their number is several times that of this group of dwarfs.
The destructive power of one Peeves is limited, but a group of Peeves is a terrifying force.
"Stop! Let me go!"
"Get away!"
"Oh my God, my ears!"
The dwarfs yelled at first, then cursed, and finally howled.
One after another they were thrown out of the castle.
The Valentine's Day atmosphere is over before it even begins.
Although some little witches felt a little regretful, they were more grateful.
Lockhart originally wanted to stop them, but finally opened his mouth and did nothing. He recognized these Cornish elves, which seemed to be the ones he had brought here before.
In the auditorium, a pair of eyes full of hatred were staring at the discipline group, or more precisely, at Hermione in the discipline group.
Not long after Valentine's Day, what was supposed to happen happened.
When the professor's patrol team began to relax because they had never caught anyone, the accident happened again.
This time it was no longer a cat, but a student. Attacked
Also attacked with him was a ghost.
Fortunately it's not death
The two were petrified on the spot.
A line of small words was still left on the wall with chicken blood.
But this time the content is very targeted.
"You're next, dirty Mudblood!"
"Hermione Granger!"
(End of chapter)
