HP's Adagio Minor

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[Letter from Sally Ann Toning Poxen to Lola Barodis, September 1992, 2]

"...pink flowers on all four walls of the Great Hall, and heart-shaped confetti falling from the ceiling, Merlin! Dare I say Hogwarts hasn't looked this bright in centuries. Oh yes, And a lot of people pass cards through 'Little Cupid', although they are not as good as they are... well, I confess to you, I also received one, right at the door of the lounge, although the writing of that little poem Not bad, but when the gloomy-faced dwarf was chanting, I really thought about finding a place to hide, which was so embarrassing. The only thing I'm glad is that there are no people from other houses around... But compared to Harry ? Potter, I guess I should be content, you know, a lot of people have heard that Valentine's Day song..."

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Hogwarts Ravenclaw common room

"Hey, are you done?"

The dark brown-haired boy leaned against the bookshelf, half of his profile was illuminated by the fire, and his eyes followed another figure.

"Yes."

Sally Ann tied the envelope to Durmstrang around the owl's leg, and then charmed it into a secure knot.After doing all this, she stretched herself, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to bed."

"Well, that..." The boy hesitated to speak.

"what?"

Sally Ann turned her head and saw the other party approaching in a serious manner. In just a few months, he was half a head taller than her.

"You got a Valentine's Day card?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know who wrote the greeting card?" The question was obviously provocative and without confidence.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's important." Sally Ann took a step back, and she stepped on the steps, and now she was taller than him.

Anthony Goldstein raised his head halfway, watching the girl say good night to him, her slender back was walking up the stairs, the corner of her light skirt almost brushed the tip of his nose.

"Of course it's important!" His face turned red all of a sudden, but what followed was the sound of the door closing. He froze in place, but continued to say the next line, "—because this Confession, I just wanted to surprise you, if you're touched, can, can you date me?"

After he finished murmuring, he sighed first——it was clearly planned long ago, why can't he say it all the time? The 'Little Cupid' thing is so badass, no wonder Sally Ann is angry, oh, what the hell did I do!

Just as he sat decadently in the chair, holding his head in tangled reflection, the door to the girls' dormitory opened again.

"Hey!"

Anthony hurriedly looked up, only to see Sally Ann leaning out half of her body from the door.

"If a man wants to chase a girl, he should try to read the love letter himself."

"Oh, of course! Of course I can, if you want to listen."

He foolishly agreed, completely lacking in his usual cleverness—until he stared at the girl for a while, and suddenly jumped up.

"You mean, you agree?"

He was answered by another sound of closing the door, but at this moment, Anthony Gordes's mood had been turned upside down, and he couldn't control his smirk.

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At the same time the Slytherin common room

"Excuse me, has any of you seen Miss Daisy? I can't find it." Pansy Parkinson walked out of the girls' dormitory wearing a school uniform cloak, and the hem of the silk and silver nightgown fluttered back and forth with her steps. The legs look extraordinarily fair.

Her eyes scanned the entire hall, and finally stopped on the face of the person closest to her.

"I did not see."

Goyle shook his head and answered in a low voice, but Pansy was still staring at him, so he quickly retracted his legs, which made the aisle more spacious.

Crabbe gave him a sneaky "look at you" gesture.

Pansy gracefully walked to the other end of the couch and sat down, leaning on the armrest and said, "It's been missing a lot lately, it's really worrying..." She said, looking at the carved chair next to her—— Young Master Platinum was looking at the book in his hand without even raising his head.

She was a little disappointed that she didn't get attention, but she was used to this kind of indifference, so when she saw the mountain of gift boxes on the coffee table and the pink envelope mixed in, she found a new one on her own. Topic, "Did you receive all these? Oh, I have to say, Master Draco, your charm is really great..."

Draco Malfoy was still flipping through the book, but the corners of his mouth were curled, although he was pleased by the compliment.

Looking at that smile, Pansy's heart pounded, "I also received a few gifts today, but unfortunately they were all chocolates—"

Such a small complaint made the girl look even more charming, but unfortunately some people disturbed the atmosphere by accident—"His eyes are green like toads that have just been pickled, and he is black and handsome like a blackboard...haha ...he was the champion who conquered the Dark Lord..."

The out-of-tune chorus accompanied by Gore and Crabbe giggled, making Pansy blush, but someone stopped faster than her:

"To shut up!"

Young Malfoy frowned, glanced quickly at the clock, and glared at them again—Goyle and Crabbe read the order "Go back to sleep" from his gray eyes, and the two of them Obediently crossed back to the dormitory.

"I think they should also ban sweets."

Pansy frowned slightly looking at the two fat backs and the piles of chocolate packaging bags on the ground, but when the noble Master Malfoy moved his eyes to the cute fur ball slippers on her feet, she returned to her original ladylike style, "Actually, Goyle and the others still have some musical talents, but this ballad—" She couldn't help laughing herself when she said this, "Gryffindor always does those stupid things, today's wave It's ridiculous how Te falls there."

"Hmph, that's right!" Little Malfoy would look excited every time he heard something embarrassing about "Potter". Brainless Gryffindor thinks he's a treasure."

"...Miss Weasley was probably heartbroken. Daphne's sister was in class with Gryffindor, and I heard she cried the entire class."

"Are you implying that I shouldn't? Saint Potter's affectation is disgusting, and I'm just telling the truth that Weasley's 'talent' should have moved him to tears, so that he and never be separated from the red-haired family."

Oh, listen, this young master gritted his teeth as soon as he mentioned this, perhaps compared to the hostile traditions of Slytherin and Gryffindor, Potter's side at the beginning was the root of his grudge.But Pansy wouldn't say that.

"Oh no, of course not!" she said. "I just thought you were more of a gentleman in Austria—we even picked a spin dance, didn't we?"

"Gentleman? Here?" Little Malfoy raised his head arrogantly, "I really don't know why you think so, facing those dirty mudbloods, stupid half-breeds and squibs, I don't think there is anything wrong with it." Pass."

"Including teaching those dwarves a lesson? Daphne told me that they were chasing you. What happened later? You kicked and broke their bones?"

Hearing this, Malfoy suddenly lowered his face, "Greengrass's mouth should be controlled a little bit more, are all women so talkative?"

"Oh, don't blame her, I'm just curious."

"Use your brains, Miss Parkinson, the wand and the wizard are one, and not all dwarves with golden wings and harps can be called 'Lord'."

Anyone with good aesthetics can agree with the above point of view, and Pencey is no exception.Helpless, there are always some mindless guys who like to over-express themselves, and even ask Professor Snape to concoct ecstasy - Lockhart's brain must have been kicked by the troll.

At this time, the door of the boys' dormitory was opened from the inside, and a cold voice came from it.

"Let me remind you two that the prefect's night watch is almost over."

Pansy looked at those narrow, slightly raised eyes for a few seconds before getting up and walking towards the dormitory, "I didn't expect Mr. Zabini's work and rest time to be so precise even on weekends."

"I just don't like people coming in and out after I lay down."

Unexpectedly, little Malfoy didn't put on airs this time. Instead, he said as he brushed past him, "As a roommate, I think you have an obligation to clear the way for Slytherin's honor, Blaise."

His response was a quick and forceful 'clean up' - all the confetti and piles of gift boxes were gone.

"I hate trash the most." Blaise Zabini frowned.

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Six days later in the afternoon, Lola received a letter from Hogwarts.

For her, whether it's Valentine's Day or "Little Cupid", it's like the stars in the sky-probably only those senior students who are keen on socializing will fiddle with gifts and so on.

The girl spread out the letter paper and prepared to reply, but for some reason, she became inexplicably upset.So she put down her pen and walked around the living room (this is how she usually relaxes).But the situation didn't get better, especially when she saw piles of books scattered on the ground in the side hall with the door ajar, the feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense.

After much hesitation, she finally grabbed the cloak that was draped over the sofa and went out.

Coming to the secret study once again, Lola noticed something was wrong—the entrance to the study became extremely narrow, the door frame was twisted weirdly, the room was dark, and a few paintings were filled with white mist. The original pattern cannot be seen—and there is no shadow of the portrait inside.

And the magic pattern characters on the wall are sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, and shake irregularly-for a moment, Lola even thought that her eyes were dazzled, because she saw the thorn forest outside.

[...Don't just stand around... If you don't want this place to be the talk of the whole school, you'd better do what I say...]

The words of the portrait woke her up suddenly, and the girl hurried to the crystal ball and poured magic power into it.Different from the gentleness in the past, this time the crystal ball kept devouring the energy in the little wizard's body. After an unknown period of time, Lola sat on the ground covered in profuse sweat—her magic power was almost completely drained.

After a while, she struggled to stand up.At this time, the wall was no longer transparent, the magic pattern was glowing faintly again, and several magic paintings appeared again, but the stream turned back into a pond, the sea of ​​flowers turned back into flower bushes, the sea water returned to calm, and the forest fell into a deep depression again. dusk.

"Rady?"

Lola's voice echoed across the room, but there was no response.

So, she weighed her feet and looked outside the frame of each painting, until in front of the 'forest', the girl lightly touched the rough paper, and the feeble sunset light gathered into balls between her fingers— ——She saw it, not far away, the portrait fell on his back on the ground, his long silver hair was spread out like clouds in the sky—his body was so pale that it was almost penetrated by the light.

"Raddy!"

Lola was puzzled, but no matter how she called, her closed eyes never opened.At this moment, the girl really became frightened. She realized that this secret study room was almost going to be made public because of the loss of magic power.As for whether Ruddy or the family imprint in the study will disappear forever after losing the protection, she is not sure—when she thinks of this, her palms are in a cold sweat.

After a short rest, she poured the newly recovered magic power into the crystal ball again, but after several times, the crystal ball was still not saturated. Although it was not as eager as it was at the beginning, it was still slowly absorbing her magic power.

At the same time, countless soft spots of light suddenly burst out from the world in the painting, and they fell gently like snowflakes, melting into the body of the portrait almost as soon as they touched it.And its body gradually materialized at a speed visible to the naked eye. The delicate facial features were no longer pale, but became more rosy, and it seemed that it had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Is it absorbing my magic?

It needs magic?

Lola froze for a moment, a strange thought suddenly popped up in her mind.

Could it be... isn't it a portrait?

The author has something to say:

Now that I have come to Hogwarts, apart from a non-protagonist relationship, of course I still have a good heart-the Slytherin trio, I dare not write too much, for fear of writing them down, the character is roughly based on the original book, but The author is considering whether to have a universal little chocolate prince... By the way, I seem to write him as a Virgo, OMG