[HP] The Elegance of the Night

The new semester has begun, and the students returning to Hogwarts after Christmas are talking about Hermione's disappearance. Everyone takes it for granted that she was attacked, and only a few people know the truth of the matter.

"I heard that she drank a piece of cat hair as Millicent's hair." Pansy, who was also at school for Christmas, could always get information, she sneered as she twirled her small lace fan with a gold thread hook: "What a careless girl."

"Miss Granger, who is studious, will also make this kind of mistake. Should she be said to be reckless, or has no common sense?" Draco smiled sarcastically.

The thickness and length of cat hair are very different from human hair, especially the ends, which are easy to distinguish. "But if she's here, wouldn't it be so easy to expose the flaws?" Draco said happily.

"Studying doesn't mean anything, Draco." Igil glanced at Draco pointingly, "She still can't pass you in the exam, if you spend more time before the exam instead of getting carried away ——" Now he won't be bothered by Harry's ranking.

"Today's weather is good—" the boy with platinum hair shrunk his mouth and diverted the topic away.

Two days into school, Allie Windsor hid in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom door.She didn't touch the diary directly with her gloves on, and threw it hard.

The old black leather diary drew a beautiful parabola in the air and passed through Myrtle's head. A moment later, a shrill and loud howl came from the bathroom, and the sound of running water clearly hit the ground .

The battle was successful!Ellie laughed triumphantly. The original book did not mention the specific time when Harry found the diary, but as long as Myrtle cried all night, the administrator, Mr. Filch, would definitely complain hysterically.If his whining and the sprawling water didn't get Harry's attention, she would have brought the other three of the Gryffindor four here too.

As long as she is there, the plot will definitely return to its original direction!

Just as Ellie was proud of her intelligence, Fred, one of the twin brothers of the Weasley family, suddenly patted her on the shoulder, which scared her back to her senses.

"Hey little princess, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here again, Fred?" Ellie turned her head arrogantly, concealing her guilt, and secretly glanced behind her, the bathroom was no longer in sight.

"You guessed wrong, I'm George." The red-haired boy joked, the Weasley brothers always like to use this trick to fool people.

"Come on, I can tell the two of you apart." Ellie let out a three-stage queen laugh.She had read the post on how to distinguish them before time travelling. Although it was not universal, the details of the two brothers were indeed different.

"Oh, I really am George," Fred argued.

What happened next went very smoothly, Harry found the diary easily, and Ron also told the clues he had according to the date 50 years ago marked on the cover.

"I know this name... Riddle won the Special Contribution Award to the school 50 years ago." Ron still remembers this name, when he tried to attack Malfoy on the training ground, he was spitting a slug, He was imprisoned by Professor Lockhart, and he wiped all the trophies in the showroom. This medal was wiped back and forth several times because of slugs.

"Riddle must be a bitch wizard," Harry thought while looking at the name of a newspaper dealer in London printed on the back cover, "that's why he bought the diary on Vauxhall Road in London... ..."

"Well, it won't be of much use to you anyway." Ron lowered his voice and urged Harry to use the old diary to throw Myrtle's nose, and she kept crying, which was disgusting.

Harry didn't take his advice, however, and put the diary in his pocket. (Tom, I seem to have found the past you don't want to talk about...)

Great, Ellie rolled her eyes with a happy smile, the plot finally recovered, and she was safe.

After that day, the weather gradually warmed up, the sun began to shine faintly on Hogwarts again, and people's mood became more optimistic.

There were no more attacks, and the growth of the mandrakes was gratifying. Madam Pomfrey would be able to harvest them and boil them over the fire to make a good medicine for the petrified people.

Igil asked Nagini about the progress of the matter from time to time, and Ginny Weasley was normal and there was no flaw.

"Now the school needs to boost morale and erase the memories of last semester!" Professor Lockhart mentioned this to McGonagall.He spoke with confidence, so everyone looked forward to it.

On Valentine's Day, February [-]th, when the little wizards walked into the auditorium for breakfast, they thought they had entered the wrong door.

Big, dazzling pink flowers cover all four walls, and endless heart-shaped confetti rains down from the pale blue ceiling.

"This is Lockhart's way of boosting morale?" Draco looked around and said, "This style is more suitable for confession."

"...he won't succeed." Igil glanced at the teacher's seat, "Professor Snape's face is not good." More than bad, Snape looked as if someone had just poured him a big With a glass of strong wine, Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to him, had a muscle on his cheek protruding.

"Igil, I found you!" Panxi spread her fan and walked in from the lady outside the auditorium. In her other hand, she was holding a heart-shaped greeting card.

"Oh, Pansy, don't tell me—" the gorgeous aria flowed out of Draco's mouth, and he looked suspiciously at Blaise, who was following Pansy, in disbelief.

"Daphne asked me to pass it on." Pansy stuffed the perfumed heart-shaped greeting card into Igil's hand, and exhaled heavily, "Facing Black, I'm so nervous that I can't even speak. Please. You, Pansy." She imitated her roommate's tone, and the exaggerated sweetness made Igil shiver with aversion to the cold.

"Igil is really welcome." Draco said sourly from the side, "It's only early in the morning, and the number of greeting cards received exceeds double digits."

"Senior Black—" Draco had just finished speaking when a girl from Gryffindor rushed over and handed over a pink greeting card tremblingly.

Ugh... Senior Malfoy's expression was terrifying.In fact, she also prepared a greeting card for him, but it's better not to send that one yet.

"Send a card to a Slytherin!" Ron shrieked in disbelief, his expression as if he'd eaten a cow-dung-smelling mullet.

The Gryffindor girl blushed when she heard what he said.

A well-bred wizard would not embarrass a girl who showed affection for him.Igil returned her greeting card with a faint smile.

"Ron, you are really annoying." Ellie gave the red-haired boy a white look. Is Hermione going to marry this kind of person in the future?Apart from being a little stupid and more honest, I really don't see any advantages.She still thinks that the famous Seeker in the original book who is interesting to Hermione is better.

What was the boy's name, she couldn't remember the name.

Lockhart waved for silence, wearing bright pink robes to match the ornaments.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Thank you for the cards, and I've taken it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for you - and it's not all!"

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

"My friendly little Cupids with cards!" said Lockhart beaming. "They're going to be wandering around the school today, delivering you Valentine's cards!"

"If Eros grows like this, love will definitely not be beautiful." Draco frowned, and his words soon came to fruition.A dwarf plucked the harp, walked to the classroom seat and sang to Professor Snape: Your gorgeous voice like a cello played the poison that deceived my heart,

You are like a robe that billows and unfurls like wings,

Swings that disturb the pace of my heart,

If you—

Boom!The dwarf was knocked off the harp by Snape's disarming spell, and his whole body was against the wall.

"Aha—don't take it too seriously, Snape." Lockhart bared his six teeth glisteningly. "This is just a demonstration, a demonstration..." His Sif was too shy and should have waited until he was alone. Play it again.

"I can't stand it anymore..." Draco held his forehead, "If this continues, I won't be able to catch up with Godfather in this lifetime."

The little snakes nodded tacitly.

All day long, the shorties kept breaking into the classrooms and delivering Valentine's Day cards, much to the annoyance of the teachers.

Presumably it was the Gryffindor girls who set the example, and the number of cards Igil received was increasing in astonishing numbers.

"Can't you send it all at once!" Draco, who couldn't bear it anymore, broke out, five short men crowded in the classroom, scrambling to deliver the greeting card to Igil, and all the platinum boy's books were wiped off the ground.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" Igil waved the magic spell, and now not only Draco's book floated, but the five dwarves also floated into the air. "Sorry, the range of my levitating spell is a bit wide, you distracted me." Igil smiled, he withdrew his magic power, the textbook floated onto Draco's desk, and all five dwarves fell to the ground. "Give it to the elves next time, they will deliver the greeting card to me safe and secure."

"Igil, you will make the girls sad." Draco smiled happily.

Igil shrugged, "It will be in my hands anyway, what's the difference?"

It's not a greeting card sent by hand, what's the difference if it changes hands once or twice.

The destructive power of the dwarves is powerful, and in the afternoon, there was a lot of commotion among the crowd who were preparing for class.Harry Potter was dragging his schoolbag by a dwarf, and walked towards the classroom with difficulty.While pulling, his schoolbag made a loud tearing sound.The fabric of the satchel was torn in two, and the books, wand, parchment, and quill fell to the floor with a clatter, and the black water bottle shattered on top.

"Please let me pass, please let me go—" Igil's voice came from behind the crowd, and the little wizards blocked the way to the classroom.Harry was in a hurry to pick up the scattered things, what a pity that the Slytherins saw him in a panic.

"What a pity, Potter." Draco raised his chin, and the dwarf waved the harp to play a ridiculous love song, and the crowd laughed again.

"What are you all doing together!" Prefect Pansy heard the movement and came over to inspect. "Let's go, all of you, the class bell rang five minutes ago, go to class." He tried his best to disperse the crowd, but to no avail, some people shouted happily.

Igil bent down and picked up an old diary scattered on the ground. The date on the cover was 50 years ago.

He turned to the front page, and Tom Riddle's name came into view.

Is this the Horcrux?Yigil raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, how could it be in the hands of the savior.

"Give it back to me!" Harry said nervously seeing the diary in Black's hands.

Igil closed the diary and held it in his hand, without any intention of returning it.Ginny Weasley in the crowd looked terrified, and Igil took a deep look at her.

"Bring it here, Black." Prefect Percy said sternly. As a prefect of Gryffindor, he couldn't just watch his house suffer in front of Slytherin.

"Don't speak to me in this tone, Weasley." Igil said proudly.There are so many people, and now is really not a good time to take away the diary, and he will send Dole to get it afterwards.

However, he would not obediently hand over the diary after Percy Weasley's rude reprimand.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry Potter quickly stretched out his wand, and the diary flew out of Igil's hand, and Ron grabbed it.

Igil was knocked back by the force of the spell, and Draco quickly steadied him from behind.

"Harry! No magic in the corridors, I have to report on it, you know!" Percy said loudly, but Harry didn't care at all. He took the diary from Ron and held it tightly. Stick it in your arms.

"Harry Potter!" Draco pulled out his wand, and Igil stopped him.

"I don't want you to get points deducted like Potter, Draco." Igil said, his face was calm, not angry at being attacked. "Very good Potter, your strength has increased again."

Harry squeezed his wand tightly. What did Black mean?Have doubts about his strength?

"Let's go, Draco, we're late." Igil pulled the platinum boy past Harry, without even looking at the savior from the beginning to the end.

Harry's hands around the diary tightened, and that's why he hated him, Blake!His eyes are still so indifferent until now.

So indifferent that Harry could clearly feel the gap between them...