Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Valentine's Day is coming soon.

Lorne wore a white shirt, a black patterned tie, and finally put on green Slytherin wizard robes.

Looking at the handsome face and golden hair in the mirror, he nodded with satisfaction.

Due to Miss Hermione's hints from the past few days, Lorne had already prepared the gift in advance.

He even asked the Weasley brothers to help make some fireworks for this purpose.

For this request, the two of them immediately agreed readily.

It is not difficult for them to make some beautiful fireworks.

When Lorne slowly arrived at the auditorium, he saw the little witch waiting for him at a glance.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Lorne said as he took out the gift he had prepared for Miss Hermione from the divine space.

A bouquet of roses and a chocolate.

A very standard Valentine's Day gift, but Hermione was very happy.

The roses were enchanted and represented The memory will never fade.

And Lorn also received a gift from Hermione.

Some exquisite candies and various sweets, which are the snacks he usually likes to eat.

When he sat at the dining table, Lorn saw Harry and Ron were lying on the table.

The two people had expressions of despair.

"Failed to express love on Valentine’s Day?"

Lorne asked with some confusion.

"No, they just wanted to continue replying to Lockhart's fans today."

Holding the bouquet of roses, Hermione explained with interest

"No, you'll never know how fanatical Lockhart's fans are."Thinking of the letters he had read in the past two days, Harry couldn't help but rub his arms and complained,"Those words are simply too disgusting."

"I even saw a letter from Mrs. Weasley."

Speaking of this, Harry glanced at Ron next to him.

After a few days of rest, Ron's condition had long since recovered.

But after hearing Harry's words, his expression changed again. get pale

"My mom was like a huge fan and really didn’t know what was so good about Lockhart’s books. Ron said weakly

"Three hundred letters, the two of us answered a total of 300 letters in the past two days!"

Harry's hands couldn't help but tremble when he thought about helping Lockhart reply to fans these past few nights.

It was really too difficult.

He might as well let Filch take him to solitary confinement!

Just when the two of them were apart When she stopped complaining, today's owls flew in from the skylight of the auditorium.

Miss Hermione's owl brought her a letter from the Grangers and a copy of the Daily Prophet.

And Lorne There are more things here.

Small gift boxes with exquisite packaging, and pink envelopes with wax hearts on them.

There are probably more than ten pieces.

Ron and Harry were stunned.

"Mr. Geralt, you have so many suitors..."

Hermione came over and hugged his arm, saying a little sourly.

"You know, I just like you."

After Lorn took a look at the Valentine's Day gifts, he shook his head helplessly.

Although Lorn knew that many little witches were staring at him, he was inseparable from Hermione almost every day, and there were no other little witches at all. An opportunity for witches to step in.

However, even so, there are still many little witches ready to give it a try

"So, are you going to reply to them one by one?"

Hermione asked with half-closed eyes.

She didn't expect that so many people would poach her.

"I don't have that much time to reply."

Lorne shook his head and said.

Then he took these gifts into the divine space. After all, those who gave gifts were watching him, and it was not easy to just leave them on the table in front of him.

"Hey Harry, you got a love letter too?"

At this moment, Ron suddenly shouted in surprise.

Harry was looking blankly at a letter in his hand. The color on it proved that it was a love letter.

So someone also likes him?

"Take it apart and take a look!"

Ron urged from the side.

"Don't be impatient..."

Harry slowly opened the letter brought by Hedwig with a sense of anticipation.

However, after seeing the content of the first line, he was stunned.

His face gradually turned red.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione asked strangely.

She was just reading a letter, so she wouldn't be so shy, right?

"See for yourselves..."

Harry took a deep breath and placed the letter in his hand in the center of the table.

"His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome, and he is a warrior who conquers the Dark Lord."

"Are you sure this is a love letter?"

Lorne couldn't help laughing when he read the first sentence.

His green eyes were like toads, and he didn't know what Snape would think when he saw this love letter!

You know, Harry is the only one with him. The only thing that resembles her mother is her pair of emerald green eyes.

Even Miss Hermione on the side suppressed the corners of her mouth that were gradually turning up.

Can this really be called a love letter?

"Does this handwriting look familiar?"

Ron muttered softly.

"It must have been written by Malfoy and the others!"

Harry looked angrily at the Slytherin table opposite, where Malfoy was chatting and laughing while playing hearthstone with Goyle and Crabbe.

…… night.

In the room where you need everything

"Hahahaha, that letter was written by Ginny, not Malfoy!"

As soon as she walked into the room, Hermione lay on the bed and couldn't help but chuckle.

She had seen Ginny's notes before, and the handwriting on the letter Harry received today was exactly the same.

"If you don't tell Harry, he will probably hold a grudge against Malfoy again now."

Ron hung their robes on the hangers, looked at the little witch crawling on the bed, and said softly.

After hearing Ron's muttering, he immediately guessed who wrote the love letter to Harry.

Who else could it be besides Ron's sister Ginny?

Qiu Zhang?

After the two of them lingered for a while, Lorn glanced at the watch in his hand, and then extinguished the candles in the room.

"What do you want to do?"

Hermione asked nervously.

"The time is almost up."

Lorne leaned against the window and pulled the somewhat panicked Miss Hermione over.

"Do you want to see fireworks?"

"Just for you - fireworks."

Hermione's brown eyes couldn't help but look out the window.

On the lawn of Hogwarts, which is the open space facing the window of the Room of Requirement.

A ray of golden light flew into the air, dragging smoke.