[HP] This deer is not a deer

Night, the other side.

Some students were scattered in the library. In a corner on one side, a table was occupied by a pile of stacked books. Hermione was burying her head in checking the information, and Ron was beside him in a daze. With his head down, he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Harry pushed another book away weakly. He rubbed his eyes, knowing that they had been here for two full days, besides eating, sleeping and attending classes.

"It's getting late, and we have class tomorrow." Harry couldn't help but say.

Ron opened his eyes sleepily and said, "Oh...yeah, I think so."

"What time is it?" Hermione looked up and asked, everyone in the library had left, only the three of them were left.

"I think it's almost curfew time." Harry turned his head to look around.

"Then we'll go too, and I want to go back and take a comfortable bath." Hermione also agreed, she tried her best to tidy up her messy curly hair, and began to tidy up the messy books on the table.

Harry and Ron worked together, they stuffed the books into their schoolbags, walked out of the library under Mrs. Pince's dissatisfied surveillance, and they returned to the Gryffindor lounge.When Harry walked into the lounge, there were still quite a few people staying here. Some people gathered together in twos and threes as if muttering something. On the other side, Fred and George were sitting at a table on one side, surrounded by many girls .

"What are they doing?" Hermione asked over her shoulder.

"Um..." Harry remembered immediately, "Selling their... Valentine's Day sale?"

"I do know that," Ron glanced at, "You know, Valentine's Day is coming, they think it's a good opportunity to make a fortune, and they have made some prank products specially designed to seduce girls."

"Oh, I remembered. I saw that, and I don't think they were too much this time," Hermione realized, "It's just some cute furry toys, but if they add some weird magic to them If not, that would be bad."

"Maybe not, who knows. But what's the use of that... what's she going to do?" Ron turned his head puzzled, and saw that Hermione had walked away from them, walking towards Fred and George, She didn't look like she wanted to stop the twins from doing business in the school.

"I bet Hermione likes that stuff," said Harry and Ron, looking at each other. "I don't understand why girls would like that stuff... You know, Fred and George have good prank merchandise, But I think they're a little off the hook this time around."

"Never," added Ron, muttering, "I don't know who gets presents, of course, I don't think anyone gave them to me."

"Probably not." Harry reassured him.

"Valentine's Day..." Ron continued to mutter, looking at the group of girls gathered around Fred and George, a little envious.

They walked back to the dormitory together, halfway, Ron suddenly remembered and asked, "Do you think someone will give you a gift?"

Harry looked at Ron badly, and said dejectedly, "I hope not, you know, what Fred and George are selling, I don't want to drink some horrible stuff sent by someone, it will make I turned into a mouse? Or an idiot or something, it's not good at all..."

"I'd like a present," Ron muttered.

"I think Hermione should give us chocolates, chocolates for friendship," said Harry.

Ron shrugged and said nothing more.

Harry opened the door of the dormitory, walked back to his bed and lay down on the bed, sighed comfortably, he was so sleepy that he didn't want to move at all.Messy thoughts flashed through his head in a daze, while thinking about the game that frightened him, while recalling what he saw today, but it didn't seem to be very useful to him.

With his eyes closed, he remembered the conversation between Dean and Ron in his ear, "Did you see that?"

"Oh yes, Valentine's Day..."

Harry turned over on the bed and continued to rest with his eyes closed, but the scene in the living room and some messy conversations flashed through his mind. He secretly felt that the group of girls gathered together was really scary, maybe What are they plotting to do?

He didn't want to know at all if some Fred and George invented magic, or some strange potion or something, might be mixed into the present they sent tomorrow.

Valentine's Day, Harry sighed secretly, what was he thinking in such a mess?He opened his eyes, got up tiredly, and tried to get up, intending to take a shower and return to sleep.Harry just got up, when a thought flashed through his head, the hands and feet that made Harry pack his clothes stopped, he stayed there blankly, thinking hard, what exactly did he think he should think of just now?

Harry stood still on the spot for a long while, and murmured a few words in his mouth, "What? The competition... and before that, it's Valentine's Day..."

He jumped up from the bed suddenly, and the drowsiness immediately awoke. Harry turned around suddenly, looked around, and paused again.He sighed lowly, sat back on the bed, and tried to think hard.But Harry couldn't think of anything in the end, and when he finished his shower and was lying on the bed, Harry was still staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Suddenly, Harry got up again, and he ran out of the dormitory quickly with bright eyes, hurried to the door of Fred and George's dormitory, he knocked on the door, Dan opened the door and said happily, "Hey, Harry ? What are you doing here? It's late now."

"Are Fred and George here?" Harry hesitated as soon as he asked, and he wasn't quite sure that this decision was the right one.

But before Harry could think it through, Dan yelled through the door, "Fred! George! Harry's coming for you."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but went in anyway. Their room was a bit of a mess. There were cardboard boxes piled up everywhere beside the table that belonged to Frey and George, and on the floor, and some messy things were scattered on the floor.

George was lying on the bed, and Fred seemed to be troubled by something, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Harry walked up, looked around uneasily, and whispered, "Well, it's not a big deal? I just think, you guys have been working on Valentine's Day things lately, and maybe you know what to give for Valentine's Day." good……"

"Of course I do!" said George immediately. He got up quickly and asked with bright eyes, "Harry, who do you want to give it to? It's wonderful...Who are you going to give it to?"

Harry hesitated.

Fred shrugged, put an arm around his shoulders, and said with a wink, "It's okay, it's okay, buddy, it's okay if you don't tell. But you want us to help you decide what gift to give, but you have to tell Us, how is your relationship with her now? To what extent? Oh, it would be better to have some specific details..."

"Extent? Relationship?" Harry was dizzy from a lot of messy questions. He thought about his own memories, and opened his mouth to answer messily, "I don't know, maybe I'm pursuing him?"

"Him?" George opened his eyes wide. "I always thought that rumor was a joke, but it seems to be true? Who is it?"

Harry glared at him and said grimly, "I just want to know what to give."

"Well," said George with a shrug, "you know, Valentine's Day. What's the best thing to say about love?"

"Chocolate?" whispered Harry, "but I've already delivered it once."

"So?" Fred looked Harry up and down, rolled his eyes, "Except for chocolate, of course it's red roses."

"Send, send... roses?" Harry's face was hot, and he said with a knot in his tongue, "I, that, are too..."

George said exaggeratedly, "Harry, think about it, of course you have to send red roses in person on Valentine's Day to express love...Harry! You are a man! You have to look like a man—ah, right , I forgot, your partner is also a man."

"So sending flowers isn't the right thing at all, is it?" Harry said, finally realizing that...they really weren't very reliable.

"No, no, no," Fred continued, "how can you say that? Think about it, if you are pursuing him, if you don't know how to express your enthusiasm, he might not know it? Why didn't he respond at all to a piece of chocolate? Isn't it? Harry, am I right? Of course, red roses, love—" Fred began to chant.

"Okay, okay..." Harry flinched and whispered, "but where am I going to get roses?"

"This matter is on us!" Fred and George said at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled at Harry and said, "Tomorrow, I promise to get it before night!"

"But how do I send it out?" Harry returned to his senses, he thought about it, and immediately regretted it.

"What's the matter?" said George, "of course it's in person!"

"No!" Harry shook his head desperately. "Absolutely not. He'll kill me!"

"Then you don't want to give the gift yourself?" Fred continued.

"I think. No way!" Harry shook his head vigorously, "Holding a large bouquet of roses or something, it would be fine if it was just a gift box..."

"That's it!" Fred and George exclaimed suddenly together.

"What?" Harry was dumbfounded.

George patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, and whispered to him pretending to be mysterious, "Listen to us..."