[HP] This Evil

That night Daphne enthusiastically poured a glass of sparkling water and brought out a piece of cheesecake for Pansy, Millicon, and Catherine in the dormitory. She would do this every time she wanted to gossip.

"Catherine, the northern part of Warwickshire in Wales is the land of your Ferrara family." Daphne asked.

"Yes, it has belonged to Ferrara since the middle of the eighteenth century." Catherine nodded.In order to obtain more gold, many wizarding families in Britain have their own land in the Muggle world, even those pure-blood families are no exception.

"I went there this Christmas - oh, Pansy, don't look at me like that, I don't want to go to the Muggle world, but I heard the air is good for Astoria's health, so my family went Stay there for a few days, listen to me," Daphne emphasized, "Guess what I found?"

"Don't be shy, Daphne," said Millicent.

"I found out that Mary Johnson of Ravenclaw was working as a maid in a Muggle manor! And her mother, they were all maids, and they cleaned the floors and windows for others like house elves." Daphne was a little excited, "It's not far from our villa. Catherine, do you know that Johnson works as a maid there?"

"Daphne, are you mistaken?" Catherine felt a little confused, "Johnson is an American, and I remember she told me on the train at the beginning of the first grade that she used to learn etiquette in the French court."

"Merlin, Catherine, don't you read any Muggle history?" Daphne said in surprise, "There was no king in France more than 100 years ago, how could there be a court?"

"What am I reading that for?" Catherine shrugged.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Did Johnson ever tell you that she studied etiquette at the French court? It's ridiculous. She must be lying. She's a Ravenclaw and doesn't even have the common sense that France doesn't have a king." I know." Daphne said disdainfully.

"I heard from Evelyn Burke that Johnson always likes to talk about Beethoven, Mo... Mohat," Millicent mused, unable to remember the word.

"Mozart?" Catherine asked, remembering that Mary had mentioned the name to her as well.

"Yes, Mozart, and there is a man named Jane Austen. Johnson seems to like to talk about these things all the time, and Evelyn can't understand them, but she seems to be very interested in them." Millicent said.

"I don't know about Beethoven, but Mozart and Jane Austen seem to be well-known in the Muggle world. I guess they should be the upper class of Muggle society." Daphne explained that Astoria has recently become obsessed with Muggles Culture, she followed suit.

"I see," said Pansy, with the same contempt that Daphne shared on her face. "Johnson was pretending to be from a rich Muggle family, and she was lying. When we went to scare her last Halloween I'm still wondering why she made the gown so big, now it seems that she wants to wear it for a few more years, maybe she will wear it until graduation." Pan Xi smiled mockingly.

"I won't make a mistake." Daphne continued to emphasize, "In order to determine whether that person is Johnson, I deliberately condescended to talk to the girl from the Muggle family. She told me that Johnson's mother had been in their She has worked as a maid for more than 20 years, and Johnson herself worked in her house, but went to a boarding school last year - Hogwarts, of course, but she would never know that as a Muggle. And I also I purposely found Johnson and told her that this land actually belongs to your Ferrara family." Daphne glanced at Catherine proudly.

Catherine now understood why Mary kept staring at her in Transfiguration class on the first day of school after Christmas.

"We want to expose her!" Daphne said enthusiastically, "Catherine, you must go with us this time."

"I'm not going. Have you guys forgotten about being in confinement on Halloween last year? You guys are okay, just going to help Filch clean the trophy. I went to the Forbidden Forest and almost died of scaring." Catherine remembered now The matter of the Forbidden Forest is still scary for a while.

"Come on, Catherine, you dare to point your nose at the prefects of Ravenclaw, what are you afraid of, but I have to say, although I didn't see the scene where you humiliated Krivat with my own eyes, you are awesome! Fantastic." Daphne said, and Millicent nodded too.

"..." Catherine felt that this topic could not go on any longer. She mentioned next year's Hogsmeade Village and successfully diverted the topic.

Except for Daphne, the remaining three girls didn't take Johnson's matter to heart. After a potion class a few days later, Daphne held Evelyn Burke to tell her about Mary Johnson at Christmas, but Evelyn Flynn just frowned and left after listening to a few words, leaving a sentence, "You Slytherins are really crazy to slander students from other houses."

It had been three months since the last attack, no one was harmed in the school, and many people relaxed their vigilance and resumed their old work and rest habits.But fortune and misfortune always go hand in hand. One morning Catherine and the others were stunned as soon as they stepped into the auditorium. The entire auditorium was decorated in pink, even the floor was no exception. There were pink heart-shaped balloons floating in the air, long The breakfast on the table also turned into pink sponge cake, heart-shaped biscuits, and milk in a pink heart-shaped cup.

"Lockhart's masterpiece." Daphne curled her lips and picked up a piece of pudding that was also pink in disgust. She didn't like Lockhart since the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The auditorium is only the beginning, and worse is yet to come.

Before Catherine finished her breakfast, an owl with a shiny sponge heart hanging from its neck flew over the long Slytherin table, and threw a scented Valentine's card in front of her with a "snap". Overturned the bowl full of milk cereal.

"It was given to you by a third-year Ravenclaw." Daphne picked up the card first, and looked at the signature on the card. "I know him, a half-breed, black-haired, familiar with Professor Sinistra."

"But I don't know him." Catherine also leaned over, looking at the name on the card and thinking about it for a long time, but she didn't know who this boy was.

"Of course, it's normal. I can guarantee that you will receive many Valentine's cards today, and most of them you don't know." Daphne smiled strangely, gloating, but she couldn't laugh for a while because another An owl also dropped a valentine card in front of her face, and knocked over her juice glass without fail.

Catherine originally thought that these owls or elves who sent greeting cards would be restrained in class, but she didn't expect that they would not miss the class of Professor Snape and McGonagall. A valentine card was sent to Harry in medicine class, and he sang "Your hair is as black as a chalkboard and your eyes are as green as toad eggs"

"Stop singing, please stop singing." Harry covered his ears, blushing and said to the elf.Professor Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a cauldron, "Ten points deducted from Gryffindor, Potter, hand in a two-roll parchment examination by next week." Then he waved his wand, mercilessly Throw the elf out.The other students tried their best to hold back their laughter, for fear that they would also be penalized for the examination.

After the Charms class, the elves became even more presumptuous. All kinds of cards flew onto the students' desks like snowflakes, and one of them accidentally flew onto Professor Flitwick's head.The students who received the cards covered their ears to avoid the shameful love poems read by the elves, while those who didn't received them laughed together.

"Go away!" Draco said angrily to an elf, who was playing him a tune from Lovers on a harmonica.Every time Blaise saw a girl receive a card, he let out a funny laugh or whistled at the girl, making some girls think that the card was from him.

Unexpectedly, the elves in the history of magic class stopped a lot. After all, this is the last class, and they should have given away all the cards that needed to be given away.The Hogwarts students ushered in the quietest moment of the day. They were all exhausted, and the history of magic class was boring, so almost everyone fell asleep. Catherine and Daphne sat at the end of the classroom, exchanging looks at each other. Looking at the various cards and chocolates received throughout the day.They are all love poems copied from nowhere and boring words of praise, which make people itchy all over after reading them.

"You actually received a card from Gryffindor. I thought Gryffindor would only send us dung eggs." Daphne said in amazement holding a palm-sized Valentine's card. Everyone who sent the card knew a little bit. "Henry Wilson, he is in the fourth grade. He is tall and strong, but he is too strong, so he looks stupid. You see, even the chocolate he gave is so ugly." Daphne picked up the card under the card. The rectangular box of chocolates, red wrapping paper, and golden ribbon, seemed to be afraid that others would not know that it was from Gryffindor.

"I remember you discussed the potion thesis with this Selwyn a few days ago." Catherine picked up a light purple card with a strong smell of cologne on it. "He's also in the second year, right in Hufflepuff, is he better at Potions than me?"

"Come on, Catherine, I don't like him. The smell of cheap perfume on him makes me want to throw up. I went to him just to ask him to help me finish the potions paper. Don't write for me." Daphne pushed Catherine's hand holding the purple greeting card away in disgust, and rolled her eyes.

"You're really greedy—what are you going to do with these?" Catherine felt a little headache looking at the piles of chocolates and Valentine's cards on the table. These were gifts from others, and it seemed impolite to just throw them away, but what can I do if I don't throw them away? Woolen cloth?

"Of course I stayed." Daphne said, "I have a box, which contains all kinds of greeting cards that others gave me." Then she pointed to the chocolates, "throw these things to Gore and Carat later. Cloth, they can eat ten more."

"Do you want to keep the greeting cards? You don't like them." Catherine fiddled with the greeting cards in her hand, thick and small, tied with thin cotton thread, every college has them.

"Honey, this is not a conflict, these are the symbols of my charm." Daphne sorted out her own cards, and tied them together with a thin cotton thread. "If you don't want to keep it, you can throw it in the fireplace. But I think this one is okay." She suddenly pulled a card from Catherine's hand.

Jasper Stewart.Catherine knew this man, also a Slytherin student, fourth year, and they met a few times in the common room.

"We only had a few words." Catherine thought that throwing it into the fireplace was a good choice, but it had to wait until the lounge was empty, because most of it was given by the Slytherins.

"I know you don't like these people. You are waiting for Draco. Why didn't he give it to you, or he gave it to you long ago, and you secretly hid it." Daphne raised her eyebrows, Scanning Catherine up and down.

"Don't talk nonsense, we're just friends." Catherine shook her head, and Draco had ignored her since breakfast, but he looked back at her from time to time.

"If he really only regards you as an ordinary friend, Pansy won't always look at you badly." Daphne gave a "tsk" and continued to look at her chocolate.

Of course Catherine understood what Daphne meant, but she felt that Draco and her should be just friends, maybe a little closer than other people, but it wouldn't be what Daphne imagined, should it? ? ?

"She can actually receive a Valentine's card?" On the way to dinner, Daphne looked at Mary Johnson standing in the corridor with a flushed face. A dwarf in a pink robe was reciting a love poem to Mary, "Dark night , I feel your beauty, just as the beloved woman blows out her lamp. Ah, beauty, you must cultivate your inner beauty from love, not intoxicate your outer beauty in front of the mirror... ..." (From Tagore's "I Can't Keep Your Waves")

"Stop doing things for irrelevant people, Daphne, I'm hungry." Catherine dragged Daphne away.

Mary felt extremely embarrassed, especially after hearing the words "Cultivate your inner beauty" and "Don't be intoxicated with your outer beauty", she felt that the dwarf was mocking her, so she quickly ran away from Evelyn in shame and anger .

In the middle of dinner, the professors rushed to the auditorium to tell everyone the sad news: someone was attacked again, it was Mary Johnson of Ravenclaw, and people found it in an empty bathroom on the second floor. her.Most of the students were starting to panic, but the Slytherins didn't mind too much and enjoyed their dinner as usual.

At night, when there was no one in the lounge, Catherine quickly threw all the valentine cards into the fireplace, and the burning flame quickly licked the thin paper clean. "You are really heartless." Daphne sighed.