HP Dawn Night

"The question now is, why didn't Hermione Granger show up?"

We told Blaise and Pansy about Christmas as soon as they got back to school, Pansy's resentment for the Gryffindor trio was heightened, and Blaise thought we should figure it out first Why Granger didn't show up.

"If Granger was there, they should have less chance of going wrong," Blaise said.

"The Polyjuice Potion needs something from the person you want to become, usually hair," I replied, "Which girl in Slytherin can Granger get her hair from?"

"You're the only girl staying in Slytherin for Christmas, Vio," Pansy said. "Of course she can choose to be someone else, and lie about her impromptu decision to stay..."

"But how did she get her hair?" I asked.

"It can't be Violet or Pansy, because the two of you know each other and are close to Draco. Whichever one of you Granger becomes is easy to spot." Blaise denied.

"The only second-year Slytherin girls are Vio, Pansy, Daphne Greengrass, and Millicent Bulstrode," Draco replied, "Excluding Vio and Pansy, Greengrass is impossible, Because it is impossible for only one sister to stay in school."

"—but the relationship between the Greengrass sisters is actually not good," Pansy interjected.

Blaise retorted quickly, "True. But Gryffindors can't possibly know that. Even Slytherins only hear about it, don't they?"

"Then she's going to be Bulstrode," I said, "but she's not."

"So there's only the simplest possibility - Granger didn't get her hair at all, so she had to give up appearing in front of us," Draco said.

"So what do we do next?"

"If you mean to know what the Gryffindor trio are up to, there are many ways. Unfortunately, we can't do any of them." I replied, "Insomnia, Disillusionment, Ah Gemanis..."

"Does that mean we can only wait here?" Pansy slumped on the sofa discouragedly.

"Dad said Creevey and the others were just petrified. We can find out what made them like this, and then we can at least know what that monster in Hogwarts is."

But before we can find out the monster lurking in the castle, Lockhart gives us a big scare.

When we stepped into the auditorium, we almost thought we had gone through the wrong door.

The walls are covered in big, bright pink flowers, and to top it all off, heart-shaped confetti rains down from the pale blue ceiling.

"What is this!" Draco brushed the confetti from his hair in disgust.

Pansy wrinkled her nose and looked around the auditorium, and finally let out a cold snort from her nose: "Lockhart's masterpiece."

Blaise motioned us to look at the teacher's seat, obviously he didn't want to say another word.Lockhart, in bright pink robes that matched the furnishings in the Great Hall, waved for silence, while the other teachers kept their faces stern.

"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 all." Small surprises - and more than that!"

"Glad we weren't the second of the 46ers to send him a card!" Pansy exclaimed.

"This is a shock." I commented weakly.

Lockhart clapped his hands, and a dozen sullen-faced short men strode in through the doors leading into the hall.And they were different from ordinary dwarves, Lockhart had them all put on golden wings and carry harps on their backs.

"My friendly little Cupid with the harp!" said Lockhart, beaming and self-righteous, "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 mine Colleagues are eager to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion? If you are interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I have ever met , that cunning old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands, and Pansy gave him a sympathetic look: "Professor Flitwick is so poor..."

"I bet anyone who would ask Papa how to make a love potion would be gulped down," I whispered, prodding the bacon unappetizingly.

Because——I am probably the product of the love potion...

Throughout the day, the shorties kept barging into our classroom, delivering Valentine's Day cards, much to the annoyance of the teachers.In the afternoon, as we were going upstairs for Charms, Harry Potter was suddenly confronted by a particularly sullen-looking dwarf:

"Hey, you! Harry Potter! I have a soundtrack message to deliver to Harry Potter myself!"

The dwarf spoke, and plucked the harp aggressively.

Draco paused with interest - he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to attack Harry Potter.

"Stand still!" Potter tried to run away, but the shorty yelled rudely, grabbed his bag and pulled him back.With a tearing sound, Potter's schoolbag was ripped in two, and things fell out with a crackling sound.Desperate to pick up everything before the dwarf sings, Weasley and Granger help him, causing a traffic jam instead.

"What's going on?" Draco said coldly.Potter picked up the pace, looking desperate to get away, before Draco got a chance to hear his Valentine's Day soundtrack gift.

"Why such a mess?" came Percy Weasley's voice.Potter tried to stand up, but the shorty grabbed his knees and sent him falling to the ground.

"Okay," said the dwarf, sitting down on Potter's lap, "here's your singing Valentine's Day: his eyes are as green as pickled toads, and he's as black as a chalkboard." , I hope he is mine, he is really handsome, a warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."

"Your crappy Valentine's Day gift, Potter," Draco said before the shorty's words landed, and the crowd erupted in laughter.Pansy spotted the blushing Ginny Weasley in the crowd with sharp eyes. She thought for a while and said loudly:

"Ginny Weasley, I don't think Potter likes your Valentine's gift very much!"

This was a hornet's nest, Ron Weasley shouted angrily and wanted to jump, Percy Weasley yelled at the crowd and told them to go back to their classrooms.

It would be nice if things could end here, but life always backfires.

"Hey! Those four Slytherin second years, we have a soundtrack here—"

I turned my head reflexively, and the four dwarves were struggling to squeeze in.There are only four of us second-year Slytherins in this direction, but...

"Let's go first," I said bravely, "I don't want to be in public—"

However, it was too late.The four dwarves fought in groups and surrounded us.

"Oh! Damn it!" Pansy cursed, and she pulled out her wand. I stopped her and told her not to waste her efforts:

"Petrification spells and all that don't work on dwarves."

"First you! Blaise Zabini—" The short man poised his feet, but Blaise was very calm, after all, his scandalous affairs were as gorgeous as Lockhart's robes, "He flew across the Quidditch pitch like a shadow , His lips can say a thousand love poems, how I wish those eyes could look at me with affection, even though his angels are all over Hogwarts."

Things couldn't be worse.

"...cheeks as tempting as cakes, gray eyes like expensive crystals..."

"...glance at me with your haughty eyes, Slytherin pansy."

"If you'd like to teach me how to brew a love potion, I'd be happy to share it with you—"

"Haha."

"Ha ha."

"..."

I forced myself to act as if nothing had happened, pretending I hadn't heard anything just now.Judging from the expressions on Draco and Pansy's face, it was difficult for them to appreciate the love song they had received.

"It seems that your love letters are not very good!" Ron Weasley laughed.

"Not a single love letter, huh? Granger, I hope Lockhart puts your love letter under his pillow!" Pansy said sharply.

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Lockhart's Valentine's Cliff is a good meme 23333