All the walls of the restaurant were covered in large and gorgeous pink flowers. Heart-shaped confetti hung from the ceiling, and confetti kept falling down. [] Harry sat at the long table, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably, his right hand clenched, resisting the urge to cast a Death Curse on someone.
Lockhart was waving triumphantly at the teachers 'table in his bright rose robes. I'm very grateful to the 36 people who have sent me cards so far! Yes, I decorated this dining room as a surprise for all of you-and that's not all!”
"Has Dumbledore lost his mind?" Ron brushed the confetti off his knees angrily.”
Neville supported his head weakly." I can't take it anymore..."
In the middle of the teachers 'table, Dumbledore was stroking his beard with a smile. He looked like he was enjoying a good show, which was quite interesting to see.
Really…how did he end up with such a mischievous principal? He was hoping that the others would react a little more and provide some entertainment for his boring life, right?
Lockhart clapped his hands, and a group of grimacing dwarves with golden wings and harps appeared outside the gate, their faces grimaced.
"Cute Cupid will be giving you valentines today! I believe that my colleagues are all willing to participate enthusiastically. Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make love potions? He'll be happy to give you some guidance..."
"Pfff-"
"Plop."
"Clang! Clang!"
Strange noises were heard in the restaurant. Looking around, all he saw were twisted and grimacing faces. Although the professors acted as if nothing had happened, their eyes were full of smiles when they looked at someone.
Snape's whole body sank into a state of gloom, and a murderous air filled the teachers 'table, but Lockhart was oblivious to it.".. if you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more adept at enchanting magic than any wizard I've ever seen, that sly old dog!”
Professor Flitwick, who had been snickering a moment ago, immediately darkened his face.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle, his annoyance at the sight of the ill-decorated dining room easing a little.
The Slytherins and Ravenclaws were all glaring at Lockhart, and the dwarves were giggling on the spot. Wood was coughing as he wiped pumpkin juice off Ron's face. George and Fred were shaking with stifled laughter, their heads buried in their arms. Hermione's lips were pursed tightly, her shoulders shaking as she tried to look serious.
George rubbed his belly that was hurting from laughing and said in a low voice with infinite sympathy,""I wouldn't be surprised if Lockhart disappeared from school tonight.”
All day, the dwarves kept breaking into the classroom and handing out greeting cards, which made the professors very angry. Professor McGonagall turned them into slugs and threw them out of the window; Professor Flitwick petrified them and used them as test subjects in his lessons to show his students various spells; Professor Binns, who was old and blind, treated them as troublemakers and lectured them until they saw stars. The dwarves who broke into the greenhouse were entangled by some unknown vines. Professor Sprout only said to the students," If you see this plant in the future, you have to detour." As for Potions, Snape didn't even need to speak. His cold and murderous eyes were enough to make them retreat.
Therefore, the dwarves could only stop the students in the corridor during class to pass the greeting cards. They did not care how many people were watching. They played the harp and recited all kinds of touching confessions.
Ignoring the humiliation of the victims, these events did bring considerable joy to Hogwarts.
"Forget everything!"
Harry withdrew his wand impatiently, and another dwarf staggered away, looking confused.
Ron followed him, his eyes full of scorn."Harry-aren't you curious? Perhaps they had to put in a lot of effort to come up with some touching poems.”
Neville grinned back at him."Very popular-"
"Are you two done laughing?" Harry was a little embarrassed, wondering why this was happening, since he hadn't had much contact with girls."How should I know-they might have been sent to the wrong-"
Ron shook his head and looked up and down at his friend of more than a year.
Harry might not have realized it himself, but his clean and handsome appearance and slender figure were enough to attract the attention of girls. Moreover, his gentle and quiet temperament always made the people around him unconsciously close and rely on him. When his green eyes stared at others, his gentle and peaceful gaze would give people the illusion that he was being carefully protected in the palm of his hand.
" It's actually understandable..." Ron muttered.
Harry's hair stood on end under his stare.”
Ron looked at him, amused." Well, there's another one..."
Harry looked around and saw a dark-faced dwarf approaching him. Cursing Lockhart under his breath, he pulled out his wand and tried to cast a spell, but the dwarf walked around him and behind him.
"Draco? Mr. Malfoy." The dwarf seized Malfoy's rucksack, ignored his struggles, and shoved a pink card into his mouth.
Malfoy crumpled the card into a ball and threw it out of the window, his white face flushed as he tugged at his rucksack.”
The dwarf frowned and did not move. He threw away the harp, cleared his throat, and sang,
"De-la-cor-
Whenever-I-see-
Your grayish-blue eyes..."
"Petrify them all!"
Malfoy put away his wand, threw his rucksack onto his back, and kicked the frozen dwarf with a vicious look.
It was rare to see his nemesis in such an awkward position, and Ron was already rolling back and forth with laughter on Neville's shoulders. Don't let down the innocent girl's good intentions…"
Malfoy's face sank and he shot Harry a glance."Weasley, you're not jealous, are you? That's right. A family like yours probably can't even afford a girlfriend.”
Ron straightened up, his face growing red with rage."Malfoy, don't think you're all that-"
"What's wrong? Was that all the poor Weasley could say when he was being told the main thing?”
Noisy again? Every time these two met, they would shout almost the same lines. Their ears were so worn out that they had calluses.
"Don't mind him, it's almost time for class, if you're late-you don't want Professor Binns nagging at you, do you?"”
Ron shuddered at the thought of Professor Spectre's ability to mumble. He waved his fist angrily at Malfoy.”
Harry glanced at Malfoy indifferently and dragged Ron to another corridor." Alright, do you want to play a duel?”
Malfoy bit his lip and did not say a word. He watched the three of them leave in front of him, and his eyes gradually revealed an uncontrollable bitterness and sadness.
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