This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After finishing the long morning classes, Hermione returned to the dormitory and couldn't wait to open the small cube.

Inside was also an exquisite gift box, black and white.

She carefully untied the ribbon and gently lifted the lid.

A piece of peacock chocolate with its tail feathers spread proudly, and underneath was also a white envelope.

She took out the light yellow letter paper and hesitated before opening it.

"To my eternal friend, Hermione Granger:

Happy Valentine's Day.

I hope you can realize your dream soon, and I hope you will like the gift I carefully prepared for you.

- Vincent Wayne

1994.2.14"

Hermione put the letter paper back into the envelope solemnly and looked at the peacock-shaped chocolate in the gift box.

It didn't look like it was just made. It seemed that they had the same idea.

She picked up the wand and gently waved it at the envelope and chocolate, "Waterproof and moisture-proof - fireproof and chemical-proof - dustproof and insect-proof - strong as before -"

After taking proper storage measures, she took out a small and exquisite makeup box from the shirt pocket on her chest.

This is Vincent's Christmas gift. When folded, it is only slightly thicker than a Gwent card, but the storage space inside for the traceless extension spell is as large as three classrooms.

Open the makeup box, there is a mirror on the top and several different colors of foundation at the bottom.

There is a small knob next to the mirror frame. Each time you turn it down, you can change the stored cosmetics individually.

Hermione turned the knob up, and the bottom immediately became a small black hole.

Her little hand reached in and fumbled for a long time, and finally took out a transparent glass cover that just fit the envelope.

The base is black, she wrote the date on the nameplate, and then put the envelope and chocolate in.

Cover the transparent glass cover, pick up the wand and wave it gently again, and it is another set of proper storage measures.

When Lavender and Parvati returned to the dormitory, Hermione was putting it on the bedside table to adjust its position.

Peacock chocolate with proudly spread tail feathers?

The two quickly focused their attention on the white envelope below.

"Who gave this to you?"

"I won't tell you."

"I guess it was Vincent, right?"

Hermione pretended to be calm and glanced back at the two of them, "It's just a piece of friendship chocolate, what's the fuss about it."

"Oh? Then why don't you want to eat it?"

"Yes, it's good to try it."

She rolled her eyes at the two of them, "This is a symbol of our friendship, I have to treasure it well."

Lavender gave her a pair of bigger rolls of eyes in return, "Then you have a lot of treasures!"

Hermione was speechless and turned around to continue working.

Parvati suddenly leaned over, "By the way, why is the chocolate Vincent gave you in the shape of a peacock?"

"Well..." Hermione raised the corners of her mouth and showed a sweet smile, "You will know later."

Lavender narrowed her eyes, "Okay, so there is a story."

"It seems I have to torture you~" She screamed and pounced on Hermione.

Parvati also joined in the fight.

"Don't... I'm ticklish..."

"How can I torture you if I don't take advantage of your weakness~"

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The Valentine's Day atmosphere at Hogwarts is undoubtedly joyful.

But for the Ministry of Magic personnel assigned to the school, this is just the calm before the next storm.

And for the recognized news queen, Rita Skeeter, this is the most fulfilling day she has had recently.

The Valentine's Day gift sent by her partners made her very excited, and even had a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

Guffey was as excited as she was, and this gift was too important to them.

Two thick stacks of dynamic magic photos, any one of which can make the headlines of newspapers.

"Rita, our newspaper's opportunity has come!"

"Editor-in-chief, don't you regret letting Wayne invest now?"

"No regrets!" Guffey laughed, "With these photos, our latest issue of "The Truth" will definitely be a god!"

The most valuable thing about the Prophet's Newspaper is not the newspaper, but the subscription list spread across the British Isles and even parts of Europe.

Even if the newspaper has been closed down by the Ministry of Magic, as long as the list is in hand, the Daily Prophet can be published as usual.

Rita raised her hand to lightly adjust her glasses, returning to her usual elegant and decent state, "Editor-in-Chief, I plan to publish a new issue of the newspaper tomorrow morning."

Guffy calmed down a little, "We can complete the newspaper schedule, but who will deliver it to those who subscribe?"

Rita smiled mysteriously, "Our new shareholders will find a way to solve it."

Guffy nodded and put his attention back on the photos.

There were too many soul-piercing pictures, and he began to worry about which one to choose.

"Editor-in-Chief, I think they should be divided into several issues."

"As you wish, my news queen."

They were all ready to work all night.

But in the early hours of the morning, two mysterious figures appeared in the busy Diagon Alley.

Today is Valentine's Day, and many shops have decided to close later.

When passing by the Quidditch boutique, one of them stopped in front of the window.

The most conspicuous thing inside was the Firebolt with the price negotiable.

“Who could it be…” Although she was wearing a hood, her long brown hair was exposed.

The other person in front turned around and walked towards her, "If you like it, just buy it. You can definitely afford it with your current wealth."

She shook her head, "I wonder who the person who anonymously gave you a knife at Christmas was."

It was tens of thousands of Galleons at random. No rich lady would do such a thing.

The air around them suddenly became sour.

"Let's go."

"Yeah." She followed quietly.

Passing the closed door of Ollivander's Wand Shop, the two stopped in front of the Owl Post Office.

After confirming their eyes, the alder wand and the vine wood wand stretched out their black robes at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared.

The post office is open 24 hours a day, and the staff on duty tonight was bored and dazed with their chins in their hands.

What he didn't know was that two invisible mysterious people had passed by him.

Walking through the corridor to the backyard, there were rows of dilapidated owl houses.

The invisible magic aura enveloped the surroundings, and two figures slowly emerged from the air.

They took off their hoods and finally showed their faces.

Vincent pulled open his black robe, and Gugu, who had been holding back for a long time, flapped his wings and flew up.

Unfortunately, it was too fat, and staggered into Hermione's arms.

"It seems that you really need to get some alchemical equipment to assist in flying."

She picked up Gugu and came to the rows of owl houses.

"Ah--" Vincent sighed helplessly and took out a small cube from his pocket.

Smelling the familiar smell of dried fish, the owls jumped out of the house one after another.

Isn't this the noble Lord Gugu, and his great enemy, the shit shoveler.

The muscles on Vincent's face jumped wildly, and the hand holding the dried fish couldn't stop shaking.

Although he couldn't speak, he could understand owl language.

Just for the smooth publication of the newspaper, no matter how offensive the words were, they had to endure.

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