[HP]Love and Hogwarts

"I still remember that it was an extremely cold night. Even in the past decades, there has never been a colder night than that." Gilderoy Lockhart said this, hugging his arms vividly. His arms shivered, as if he was in such an environment.

"Farewell to the girl Dale wearing a blue headscarf at the foot of Kazan Mountain, I went with the snowman (secretly I secretly called him Gek, because his personality was too similar to the big yellow dog I met in a hotel named Gek). Like) once again set foot on the road to the Bacosto Forest, Gek was walking in front, carrying his luggage on his round body with almost no body lines, and every step was bumpy as if it would shake him apart."

"I looked back at Dale, who was still standing by the bridge. Only then did I realize in a daze that the partner who bravely led away the werewolves with us in Kazan Mountain was also a young girl with a thin figure who had just grown up. Even though We had gone a long way, but her gaze was still lingering on us like a thin thread. Although not strong, it was flexible enough. I turned around and continued to follow Gake with my head down, letting the moonlight cast my shadow. Stretch it into a long one."

"Gek didn't say anything, didn't look back, and left Del with an attitude that was almost indifferent."

"Will he know how sad Del is?... I think he must know that it is precisely because of this that he cannot look back. If he turns back here, he will definitely not be able to muster the courage to move forward a second time. , looking back - he will survive and live a happy life with Del, but this price is paid for by maintaining the appearance of this snowman throughout his life."

"Bobby's decision has been made clear... Oh! My poor friend, poor Dale, I really can't bear to see your eyes like black crystal clouded, but what can I do? - I I can only let Gak return safely from the hands of the evil dark wizard as promised to you, come back to your side, and drink that bowl of hot sweet soup."

"For this, I will not hesitate even if I risk my life!"

Gilderoy Lockhart read his book "A Year with the Snowman" in a high and steady voice. When he impassionedly finished reading the last sentence of a chapter, his eyes were filled with tears, as if he had returned to that magical place. The glorious days that people miss.

He raised his head slightly, opened his arms, and made a gesture of embracing the world. He just stood quietly, saying nothing, but he was obviously waiting for something. It has been a month since school started, and the students have long been accustomed to what he wants. As soon as he finished speaking on the stage, those who were chatting, paddling, reading, writing, and those who were just listening to him out of boredom all started talking. He quickly stopped what he was doing and gave him a thunderous applause.

Anyway, as soon as he finished telling the story and received applause, he would stop tossing around and announce that the rest of the class would be self-study. Compared to this, just taking out a few seconds to applaud was nothing.

Of course, if you think about it with your heels, you can guess that Malfoy was obviously not among the group that applauded in solidarity. In fact, he did not speak sarcastically to Lockhart, which was a rare tenderness on his part.

Kahn also took some time to give him a slap in the face, and then continued to lower his head and work on the sudden incident on his side. Although she usually spent her time at Lockhart's storytelling sessions communicating with Tom, this accident had nothing to do with Tom.

Kahn casually held Tom's diary in his arms with his left hand, holding a quill in his right hand, and scratched his cheek with the feather on the pen boredly, "It's almost half the class, you still haven't thought about it. What should I say? Nick." Kahn looked at Nick and asked softly.

There was no urging in her tone, just a simple inquiry. But when Nick, who was still hesitating to formulate his words, heard this, the ghostly blue color on his transparent face suddenly became darker, and a relaxed expression quietly appeared inadvertently.

"No, no, let's just wait and wait - wait until I think about it." He finished this sentence non-stop, and before Kahn could speak, his body passed under the floor just like when he appeared, Disappeared into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Ghost is really convenient in this regard." Kahn sighed with envy. It was a pity for the students in the classroom downstairs, who were forced to watch Nick's lower body wandering on the ceiling for half the class.

"Finally let's go." As soon as Nick left, Malfoy immediately poked his head out from the side. Although he knew that ghosts couldn't do anything, living people would still be more wary of them. "What on earth did he come for? He appeared out of nowhere and didn't say anything. Gryffindors really hate even ghosts."

"Maybe he wants to tell me where his inheritance is buried." Kahn joked casually.

"Even if there is, it's impossible to leave it to you." Malfoy did not finish rejecting Kahn's words. Instead, he continued with interest: "I guess he may have undiscovered treasures, such as a small box of gold or something. Yes, after all, he was once a nobleman."

"It could also be his cherished old leather boots." Kahn gave him another hypothesis.

"My guess is more reliable. There was a lot of gold in his time." He shook his head and rejected Kahn's hypothesis with one vote.

Just as these two villains were secretly and heartlessly planning the inheritance of Nick, who had been dead for hundreds of years, Lockhart strolled down from the podium at some point and happened to hear Malfoy's last words.

"Which one has more gold?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"..." Malfoy was full of disgust with Lockhart because of the elf incident at the beginning of school. When he heard him ask the question, his movements only paused for a moment, and then returned to his usual appearance, without even looking at him. He turned his head as if he didn't hear anything.

——It was impossible for Lockhart to retreat when he saw the difficulties, but I don’t know if it was because he knew deep down how much Malfoy annoyed him, or maybe he was afraid that he would complain to Lucius again, so he was ignored by Malfoy. After a thorough investigation, he immediately turned his attention to Kahn. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, and he raised a confident smile, waiting for her to answer him.

How to say this?

It doesn't seem right to directly say that they are planning on Nick's property. It's already pitiful that he has become a ghost, but now he has to be secretly remembered. ——Although they were both just talking nonsense and didn't care at all about whether he had any property. But it would be bad if the words got into the ears of the person involved. He would definitely stare at her with sad eyes for at least a month.

After thinking about it, Kahn said: "We were discussing the ending of "A Year with the Snowman". I felt that although Gek's first half of his life was disrupted by the dark wizard, fortunately he found a lot of things from the wizard's lair. With gold, he barely made up for the lost life, and finally he and Del lived a prosperous life."

This was what she thought of when she glanced at the book "A Year with the Snowman" spread out on the table. Although the flat and perfunctory tone of her voice when she spoke almost overflowed, Lockhart still showed no resistance. I strongly believe this reason. There is no other reason than that I simply like to listen to others discuss his works and him.

"Oops, so this is what you are talking about -" He suddenly became energetic and talked to Kahn enthusiastically for a while about his thoughts on when he originally wrote this ending, and how he fought against the dark wizard. What a thrilling thing it was, so he walked away briskly with a proud smile on his face.

Kahn watched him return to the podium before looking away, and by the way he admired Malfoy's scornful look at Lockhart's back.

She naturally took out her pocket watch from Malfoy's pocket and took a look at it. It would be time to finish class in a while, so she gave up her plan to talk to Tom. This time was not enough to discuss a spell.

As soon as the hands turned to the end of get out of class, Kahn stood up from his chair in an instant and ran out of the classroom at a speed that even Malfoy, who had been prepared, could not catch up.

"Come back, why are you running so fast?" He quickly followed Kahn, leaving his two fat and bewildered followers standing in the classroom dumbfounded, looking left and right. Look, they reached a unanimous decision to go to the kitchen to sneak some cakes before continuing to find Malfoy.

"Children these days are so restless and impatient." Lockhart looked at the clean classroom that had left in less than half a minute. He shook his head and sighed. After sighing, he immediately hugged himself. book and left the classroom without stopping.

……

The more than a year that Kahn spent at Hogwarts was really not in vain. If anyone is most familiar with this castle now, apart from those ghosts who have nothing to do all day long, she is probably the only one.

After just a few corners, she disappeared without a trace from Malfoy. Before she got rid of him, she did not forget to leave him a thoughtful message: "The pick-me-up you took from Madam Pomfrey is your own." Drink it, I see you are quite pale, you will need it more than me."

After easily solving this little trouble, Kahn was going to sit in the small courtyard for a while, or chat with the portraits, but when she walked to the door of the auditorium, she saw the extremely anxious figure from behind. , she temporarily changed her mind.

Walking forward slowly, she deliberately made some slight noises to attract the man's attention. Hearing the noise, he first looked ahead, and then turned around when he saw no one. When he saw it was her, he was slightly startled, showing a slightly surprised look.

"Nick, what are you thinking about here?" Kahn said after taking a careful look at his untied neck, "You seem to be in a bad mood today, is there anything I can do for you?"

"...Does it seem so obvious?" He sighed depressedly, and suddenly realized the second half of Kahn's words. He immediately raised his head energetically. He felt a little embarrassed and tried to puff up his chest to make himself look more... He said elegantly and noblely: "Is anything okay?... I do have a small favor here that I need your help with - and only you can help me. I promise, it's a very, very small favor."

"If I can do it," Kahn said.

"You can, of course." He said: "This year's Halloween is my 500th anniversary party, and I would like to invite you to attend." At this point, he raised his eyes and observed Kahn's expression. Of course , still couldn't see anything as before, so he lowered his voice and continued: "If you are willing to come - but you will definitely want to go to that big and beautiful party at school, right?"

He said that with disappointment, but his eyes were completely opposite. He stared at Kahn without blinking, waiting expectantly for her answer.