[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

There were two more petrification cases in the school, and the haze gradually became more intense. Harry didn't know what was wrong with his mood, and seemed to be even more serious.

In this depressing atmosphere, the Christmas holiday has arrived unknowingly. This Christmas season holiday is extremely lonely, and only sporadic students choose to go home for the holiday.

Ximo had never hoped that the holiday would end quickly, she lay her head on her stomach and looked out the window,

At this moment, Ms. Finnigan walked up to Simo, and gently patted Simo on the shoulder, "What's the matter, Simo, you've been depressed."

Simo looked up at her mother, "Mom, why do you think so many people pursue pure blood and hate Muggles?"

Ms. Finnigan looked at the snow falling outside the window. Instead of answering Simo's question, she said, "The times have changed, and wizards are still clinging to themselves. And the Muggles they despise have already unconsciously It's so much better than them."

"I love your father, and I love you too." She looked at Ximo and said softly, "Simo, please remember that glory comes from the heart, not the identity."

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After the Christmas holiday, Seymour hurried back to school. Harry and Ron didn't get the result they wanted. Instead, Hermione was hospitalized due to an accident.

Hermione was finally cured in early February, and Valentine's Day followed.Simo and her roommate are lying on the bed in the dormitory, discussing the gift of Valentine's Day cards.

Simo looked at the curtain at the head of the bed, and announced loudly, "I must give one to Professor Lockhart this year."

Hermione nodded, but her tone was a little helpless: "Then I will give one too, but Ron will definitely laugh at our nympho again."

"It's okay." Simo waved his hand indifferently: "Don't pay attention to Ron, he's just jealous."

Then she turned her head to Ginny and said with a smile, "What about you? Who are you going to give it to this year? Is it Harry?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginny's face flushed slightly, and she argued, "You don't just want to give it to Lockhart!"

When Lavender and Parvati heard this, they rushed over gossipingly: "Is what Ginny said true?" Hermione flipped through the book, but she couldn't help but cast her gaze on Simo,

Ximo was a little embarrassed now, she quickly covered her face with the quilt, "Why are you all looking at me!"

Lavender would not let Simo go, she tore off Simo's quilt, "Say it quickly."

Simo rubbed her long messy hair, she blushed, and said in a low voice, "Wood."

"What?" Hermione jumped off the bed and sat beside Simo's bed. "You really like him?"

"Of course not." Simo also sat up, and she quickly waved her hand. "He is just a senior I respect very much. I like him as much as I like Professor Lockhart."

"Oh" they drew their voices one by one, obviously in disbelief.

Simo actually thinks that she doesn't like Wood. She thinks that she is still young, so what is there to talk about.

But when I think about it, Wood is four years older than her, maybe in the future...

Simo suddenly didn't dare to think anymore, she felt that her face was about to burn.She quickly patted her face with her hands.Taking a sneak peek at her roommate, she was relieved to find that no one had noticed her.

Ximo sat in front of the table, thought hard for a long time, and then seriously wrote on the blue card, "Your eyes are deeper than the ocean." After writing, Ximo fell asleep happily holding the card.

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Valentine's Day is finally here.The school auditorium took on a new look, and the surrounding walls were covered with large areas of gorgeous pink flowers, and colorful heart-shaped cards kept falling down.

Simo sat at the dining table, fiddling with a fork, thinking about how to hand the card to Wood.

Professor Lockhart announced in public that he had received 47 greeting cards.Ron looked at Simo and Hermione with contempt and said, "Needless to say, there must be you."

Hermione smiled and took a piece of beef with a fork, without opening her mouth, with a relaxed and happy expression.

Simo ignored Ron, still thinking about how to send that card.She feels that she is not particularly Gryffindor now, she is simply too cowardly.My nervous heart is about to jump out.

Professor Lockhart prepared an extra gift for everyone, twelve knockoff Cupids—dwarfs with golden wings and harps on their backs.

He proudly announced: "These little Cupids will send you Valentine's Day cards, shy boys and girls, please ask them!"

But the existence of these little Cupids is absolutely disruptive, constantly breaking into the classrooms that are in class, chasing those poor students desperately, and reading all kinds of strange love letters in front of the public.

At the same time the harp was crackling and the dwarfs had found Harry, which Seymour bet was Ginny's.

Only the way she looked at Harry was different from other girls, and she would blush every time.

But the content of that greeting card was absolutely horrible, the eyes were as green as a freshly pickled toad.

Simmus felt that not only were Harry's eyes green, but now his face was very green too.

Seeing this terrible scene, Simo decided to send it by herself. Anyway, she didn't want to confess her love to Wood, so she just sent a card, it was no big deal.

She wanted to think so, but Ximo still didn't dare, she secretly found a remote and quiet corridor.Grab that greeting card, take a deep breath, and simulate the scenario.

"Hi! Wood, here's a Valentine's Day card for you" Is it too straightforward to show her personality charm?

"Wood, thank you for your care, happy Valentine's Day" is too simple, it will not be new. .

"Wood, here you are." Ah, that's even worse.too easy!

Ximo felt that her head was getting bigger, and her thoughts were in a mess. She held back her pounding heart, took a deep breath, and then turned around, showing a sweet smile, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Then, as soon as the words fell, the smile on Ximo's face froze immediately...

The author has something to say: Hee hee little Ximo