Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

However, most of the girls were delighted with the arrangement.

To quote a girl passing by: "It's quite romantic - if the confetti didn't fall into my hair."

However, the four of them all looked very angry. At the teachers' table, except for Lockhart, who was wearing a pink robe with a color combination that looked a bit like Umbridge, he smiled, while the other professors all pouted in disgust.

A muscle bulged on Professor McGonagall's face, and Snape looked as if he had drunk a large glass of Bone Spirit - the delicious potion that Harry was unable to taste this time.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!"

"So far, 45 people have sent me greeting cards! I want to thank them all!"

"Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this surprise for you all - and that's not all!"

Lockhart announced loudly and clapped his hands. Into the hallway at the side strode twelve gloomy-looking dwarfs, all with golden wings and harps in their hands.

It can be seen that they really love this job, as they haven't thrown the harp in Lockhart's face even in this situation.

"Surprise? Shock is more like it - my flesh!"

Ron cursed through gritted teeth.

"My friendly little cupids with greeting cards! They will be wandering around the school today, delivering Valentine's Day cards to you!"

"Moreover, I believe that my colleagues are also willing to actively participate in Valentine's Day activities!"

"Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion?"

Snape's face became darker, even darker than the black robe he was wearing, and through his thin face, one could see his strong jaw muscles were tightly tensed, as if he would transform into a mouthful of sharp teeth in the next second and chop Lockhart into pieces.

"Oh, if you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in psychedelic magic than any wizard I've ever met! This cunning old dog, haha!"

Professor Flitwick covered his face in pain. He had never hated his role as a Charms teacher as much as he did now.

Is this how the spell works?

"Forty-five people actually sent cards to this unfortunate thing? What were they thinking?"

"Please, Hermione, don't tell me you're one of them!"

Harry had finished his meal quickly, and as kind as he was, he couldn't help but speak up and ridicule Lockhart's stupidity.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment. Every minute was an awkward torture.

He had no doubt that if he stayed a little longer, the "new Hogwarts" under his feet would be completed.

"Harry! Watch your words! That's insulting!"

"Oh my God, why did I fall in love with such a... such a..."

After gritting her teeth for a long time, Hermione finally swallowed the most vicious words.

After all, he is the idol that I once fancied, so I should be somewhat decent to him - be good to myself.

"Before? Um, does that mean there is a new idol now?"

"Come on, Granger, don't be shy and tell us how it goes?"

The twins appeared like ghosts, and when Miss Granger was about to show her strength in shame and anger, Fred and George ran away, leaving behind a series of laughter.

Harry and Ron exchanged a ghostly look.

Does this need to be said?

You see, when nothing was happening, Hermione kept glancing at Dudley, and you knew who Miss Granger's "new love" was.

Just because little boys are slow to understand doesn't mean they are stupid, they do understand things to some extent.

Dudley didn't notice any of this. He just ate as much as he could in the last few days of the weight-gain period.

The strength and magic resistance brought by the giant bloodline will be compensated in another form, with food and exercise. Otherwise, Dudley will become a big-bellied beauty like Hagrid.

Giving Dudley a resentful look, Miss Granger subconsciously touched her bag - there was a greeting card inside.

As for when to give it, it depends on how many opportunities we have to spend time together in private.

However, the worst influence was caused by Lockhart's gang of dwarves. Although these guys looked miserable, they were very serious about their work. They kept breaking into various classrooms and delivering Lockhart's Valentine's Day cards all day long. Not only did the students quickly get tired of this embarrassing novelty, but the teachers were also fed up with it.

Harry wanted to chop Lockhart into pieces alive because the dwarfs had made him look bad in the corridor - a dwarf had insisted that he stop and listen to some weird magic sound that didn't sound like music, and they were going to their afternoon magic class.

During this period, a funny thing happened. Because Harry was pulled to the ground by the dwarf, his backpack also fell to the ground. The bag full of ink and quills were scattered all over the floor. The pitch-black diary also fell into Malfoy's hands. Malfoy was about to laugh at Harry loudly, but he saw Dudley appearing like a ghost from behind Harry. He was so scared that he immediately threw the diary into the air and ran away.

If a donkey is beaten up once every semester, it will learn its lesson.

Not to mention that after class, Harry hid in his bedroom with his diary in his hands like a madman, and Ron was also dragged by the twins to see the improved fireworks they made by themselves - it is said that they can fly in the air like a fire snake.

Miss Granger was surprised to find that now was almost the best time.

If Neville hadn't been sweating profusely and beating the sandbag.

"That's strange, Hermione, you have no interest in watching the club's activities?"

Dudley held a handle in one hand, with a thin and flexible metal wire in the middle, and jumped rope quickly in the empty dungeon. The metal wire flew up and down, making a "whoosh" sound in the air like a sharp blade breaking through the air.

"Well... I am interested sometimes."

Holding her cheek in her hand, Miss Granger laughed subconsciously.

To be honest, this is very strange. Even Hermione herself was puzzled as to why such a monstrous man would make her stare at him so intently?

Is it because of the courage to face Voldemort head-on?

Is it because of the occasional flash of wisdom?

Or was it because of the unexpected wicker tiara?

Miss Granger's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the night of the sorting ceremony, when she knocked Malfoy to the ground with a punch because of a word beginning with "mud" - of course, it was the wind of a fist. If he had really punched him, Draco, who would have been admitted to the school hospital on the first day of school, would have been famous in the history of Hogwarts.

Dudley, who was sweating profusely and trying to break the 2,000th skipping record, was frightened to stop by the sudden shout from the system.

"Successfully conquer Hermione Granger's heart, reward, choose one of three."

conquer?

Now?

And who?

The wire in mid-air slashed across Dudley's face with a whoosh, leaving a deep red mark at an angle.

Neville and Hermione stared at Dudley blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.