Valentine's Day

At breakfast on February 14th, everyone knew what Lockhart was doing to boost morale. All four walls are covered with large, dazzling pink flowers. To make matters worse, much heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling.

Augustus passed through the auditorium and came to the long Slytherin table, "What's the matter?" He turned his head and asked the disgusted Malfoy. Malfoy pointed to the teacher's bench with some disgust. Disgusting and don't want to talk anymore.

Lockhart, wearing a bright pink robe that matched those ornaments, waved to silence. The teachers sitting across from him were all stern. Augustus could see from where he was sitting, a muscle bulging in Professor McGonagall's cheek. Snape looked like someone had just poured him a big glass of hard liquor.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" cried Lockhart. "I've had forty-six people who have sent me cards so far, and I'd like to express my gratitude to them! Yes, I arranged this for you at my discretion. A little surprise - and more than that!"

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode through the doors leading to the hall into the twelve gloomy dwarfs. And they are different from ordinary dwarfs, Lohachi made them all have golden wings and harps on their backs.

"My friendly little Eros with cards!" said Lockhart beaming, "they're going to be roaming the school today delivering Valentine's Day cards to you! And the fun doesn't stop there! I'm sure my colleagues All are willing to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a potion? If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more adept at enchanting magic than any wizard I've ever met, That sly old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Looking at Snape's expression, it seemed that if anyone asked him for advice on how to make a drug, they would be forced to inject poison.

There are little dwarves delivering cards all over the school, and every student who takes the card is beaming, looking around, and finally going to a corner where no one is around to read it carefully. What makes Augustus a little helpless is that it seems that the person who has received the most cards seems to be him at present. About seventy or eighty exquisite cards, Loki was beside him and seemed to be smeared with his light, and he also received twenty or thirty cards.

"Mr. Augustus, here is one of your hymns, and this is a message for the music," said the dwarf, plucking the harp aggressively.

The students passing by all stopped and watched this scene with great interest. Whether it is Chinese or British, the habit of joining in the fun is irrespective of country. Augustus looked at the dwarf in front of him coldly. After receiving so many cards, he was already a little impatient, and it was absurd to listen to the soundtrack at this moment. "I don't have time to listen to any message, please let me go," Augustus responded lightly.

The dwarf didn't seem to think that the two humans in front of him could hinder the task he was about to complete, so he stretched out his hand to grab the black robe of Augustus who was about to leave. A hint of danger flashed in Loki's amber pupils, he quickly took out his wand, an ice-blue ray flashed, and the dwarf was frozen in place.

"This is just a reminder. If there is another action, you won't be so lucky next time." Loki's expression was icy cold, a gloomy aura enveloped the surroundings, and most of the surrounding students dissipated in an instant. Augustus shook his head and was about to leave this place. Now the school has been suffocated by Lockhart, and he can't stay at all.

"Loki!" A call came from not far away, Augustus and Loki looked back and saw Percy running towards them, arrogantly saying, "No magic in the hallway. To report, you know!"

"Hehe, the Weasley family's senior prefect, how dare you to take care of me, don't you know that most of the school rules here are jointly set by the Adams family and Julius, you think, you have this qualification Using these rules to restrain me? It's ridiculous." Loki scoffed at what Percy said, not caring at all.

"Anyway, it's not right to cast spells in the corridor. You, after you do this and I report it, Dumbledore will never favor you because of your family. You'll have to wait and see." Percy approached only to realize that he and Loki It was Augustus who were with him. He glanced at Augustus with some fear and reluctantly said to Loki that he did not expect Augustus to be involved in this matter. With his current influence in the school, he didn't dare to interfere too much with Augustus' affairs, but as a prefect, his face must have passed, so he had to hold on.

"Prefect Percy, this matter is indeed our fault, let's not set an example, how about it," Augustus said gently to Percy with a mild expression.

Percy nodded somewhat flattered, "Since Mr. Augustus said so, then this time, Loki, I hope there will be no next time."

Loki's expression changed slightly, he laughed disdainfully and was about to speak, when Augustus waved to him, and Loki could only swallow the words in his mouth.

"So, I'll leave." Augustus nodded to Percy, and the two turned to leave the place.

Percy looked at the two who were leaving with a smile on his face, and said slightly in his mouth, "This is the demeanor of the heir to a big family. Loki's demeanor is too far from Augustus's. If he can match up with the Julius family. Going online may be more beneficial to my promotion in the future." Percy meditated while muttering.

"Mr. Augustus, why don't you let me speak, that Percy is so arrogant and doesn't take us seriously, whether it is strength or family, why should we be afraid of him, this kind of person should be made clear to him My position, otherwise it would have lost the prestige of our family," Loki complained to Augustus a little depressedly, if it weren't for Augustus just now, he even had the idea of ​​​​taking a lesson to Percy, although Percy Sy was several years ahead of him, he was confident that Percy was no match for him in the real fight.

"Rocky, you still take your family's sense of honor too seriously, and this will likely form a shackle in the future, trapping you in a certain state. If your vision is higher, you will know that sometimes you don't have to talk to Percy at all. Such people are generally knowledgeable, and too much intrigue, and energy is spent on the family business, which will eventually affect your magical cultivation, sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. See your soul."