The Son of Light of the Snake House

When Daniel and Draco walked into the auditorium as usual, they were stunned.

The walls were covered with large, dazzling pink flowers.To make matters worse, Professor Lockhart was trying to cast some unknown magic with a happy face, and then he turned his head and saw the two people who had come earlier.

"Oh! Hi! Classmates!" Professor Lockhart said cheerfully in bright pink robes, with his trademark smirk on his face. "It's really early for you guys to see the surprise first? It's a pity, but I have to say, it's not completely ready yet." He said, waving his wand, using A ray of light was emitted, which just hit the ceiling of the auditorium.

Immediately, many heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling.

"So, do you want to help?" Lockhart smiled brightly, extending his palm to the two.

Daniel was very moved, eager to try, and then flatly refused.

"Sorry, professor." Daniel tried hard to make his expression less indifferent, pretending to be regretful: "I'm still busy."

As he spoke, he turned and slipped away, while Draco, who was next to him, had already turned and left when Lockhart said the first letter.

"... Tell me, what does he think?" Blaise Zabini - a black boy with high cheekbones - waddled over, sat down next to Draco, and asked softly .

"Who knows what's wrong with him again!" Draco said bitterly, brushing away the pink heart-shaped sequins on his own bread.

After everyone gathered in the auditorium, the scene became even more embarrassing.

Lockhart, dressed exaggeratedly, waved everyone to silence.The teachers sitting opposite him all had serious faces.From where he sat, Harry could see a muscle bulge in Professor McGonagall's cheek.Snape looked as if someone had just poured him a large glass of strong drink.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" cried Lockhart. "I have 46 people who have sent me cards so far, and I would like to thank them all! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this small event for you." Small surprises - and more than that!"

He clapped his hands and strode in through the doors leading to the hall into a dozen sullen-faced short men.And they are different from ordinary dwarves, they all have golden wings and carry harps on their backs. Obviously, judging from their expressions, they must not want to be Cupid voluntarily.

"My friendly little Cupids with cards!" said Lockhart beaming. "They're going to be wandering around the school today delivering you Valentine's Day cards! And that's not all the fun! I trust my colleagues All willing to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make Ecstasy! If you are interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I have ever met, That crafty old dog!"

"Friendly?" Harry muttered, and heard Ron's disgusted voice next to him: "Let me ask that old bat for ecstasy? I think it would be happier to just commit suicide!"

Harry nodded in agreement, and then he wanted to hear Hermione's comment on this, but was surprised to find that she was smiling stupidly, staring closely at Lockhart with unprecedented tenderness.

"...Hermione?" Harry called her hesitantly, but she seemed lost in her own world.

"...God, look at his sense of dressing...it's amazing--how sweet!"

"Hermione, please tell me, aren't you one of those 46 people?" Ron asked as they left the auditorium for their first class, but Hermione didn't answer.

Harry shook his body violently, rubbed his shoulder silently, exchanged a look with Ron, and stopped talking.

Throughout the day, shorties kept barging into their classrooms, delivering Valentine's Day cards, annoying the teachers, and in the afternoon, when the Gryffindors were going upstairs for their magic class, one of the shorties chased Harry out of the blue.

"Hey, you! Harry Potter!" cried a particularly sullen little man, elbowing the crowd apart and pushing toward Harry.People around immediately cast interested eyes.

"I have a message for the score to deliver to Harry Potter myself," said the short, plucking the harp aggressively.

"Don't be here..." Harry tried to run away, but the dwarf snatched him back, dropping the inkwell in his bag to the floor.

The short man hugged his knees so hard that he fell hard to the ground. "Okay," he said, sitting down on Harry's lap,

"Here's your Valentine's Day gift with a song: His eyes are as green as pickled toads, he's as black as a chalkboard, I wish he was mine, he's really handsome, he's the man who conquered the Dark Devil head warrior."

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Now he really wished he was a spider, or something else that could not be noticed by others, and it was better than being sung by such an ugly guy to confess his love on Valentine's Day under the eyes of so many people.

Forced to calm down, Harry tried to get up, tidy up the strewn hallway, and try to hide himself from the convivial crowd as best he could.

The dwarf still had a gloomy expression on his face, but he jumped off Harry's lap, swayed his short legs, and rushed into the crowd next to him. The person at the end is Daniel carrying his schoolbag.

"It's you." The dwarf adjusted the golden wings on his back, walked over and said, "Daniel Alva Jerome."

Harry grabbed his things on the ground and stuffed them into his schoolbag, but he listened curiously.

"Listen to me." The dwarf muttered, then pulled out a long list and cleared his throat: "Ahem, you have 56 Valentine's Day messages, 35 of which have soundtracks, please listen carefully .”

"Pfft!" Harry staggered and kicked his ink bottle over, spilling red ink all over the floor.

Daniel's original calm smile gradually disappeared, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He reflexively took two steps back: "...Maybe you can give them to me directly? To prevent... from tiring you?" Unsure look.

The dwarf sneered, and reached out to grab Daniel's schoolbag. The ordinary cloth schoolbag was split in the middle, and the books inside were scattered all over the floor.A few more fell into the ink on the floor. "Listen, this is the first song: Your silver hair is like the stars shining in the sky, your eyes are like the scorching sun..." He sang directly, his hoarse voice scratching his eardrums.

The crowd around screamed, and Harry instinctively looked up at Daniel. He didn't seem to be angry at the dwarf's behavior, and even twitched at him.

It's just...why do you feel so hairy...?

The author has something to say:

Harry: If I'm guilty, please have my oxygen taken away instead of me being here listening to this dwarf singing me an awful Valentine's Day song.

Is there any sister who feels embarrassed for others like me... I am often dug out of three rooms and one living room by embarrassing toes hahahahahaha

Extra Story 2 has already decided to write that Daniel becomes the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and then...it should be a CP with Seaver.Don't let the extra plot go up to the main text (serious face) How could Sev like the little boy!If you want to like it, you have to wait until you grow up (what)