Chapter 142 Harry and Snape died in society
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Valentine's Day was a total chaos. Twelve dwarfs with gloomy faces and wearing cupid suits were walking up and down the castle, coming in and out.
Regardless of whether any professors are in class, they rush into the classroom and deliver Valentine's Day cards to their targets, leaving the classroom in a mess.
I don’t know what Lockhart was thinking. A wrinkled, slate-grey monster with long ears, big eyes, and a sharp mouth is obviously not at all the same as the God of Love in everyone’s imagination.
Especially those little monsters carrying harps and wings on their shoulders.
Really terrible...
Every little wizard avoids them, and Soul doesn't think it would be a good choice to let them send Valentine's Day cards to loved ones on this day...
In the afternoon, a 'cupid' rushed into Snape's Potions classroom and gave a greeting card to Snape in front of two second-year students of the academy.
Moreover, this 'god of love' particularly recited a passage from the greeting card.
It deliberately uses a deep tone---
"Oh, dear Severus."
"Your eyes are like a murderous knife."
"Took my heart away."
"your hair."
"Like a black sponge soaked in oil."
"Fragrant and sweet."
"I want to feel how wonderful it is..."
Before the 'God of Love' could finish reading all the words, the furious Snape fired a curse and was thrown out of the classroom. He stuck it to the wall and flowed down the corridor wall like a pool of water, and passed out. The golden wings behind his back drifted to the ground feebly.
"Why not Avada? Give it an Avada!" Sur thought maliciously, suppressing a laugh.
For the first time, the little wizards here saw other colors on Snape's pale face, which was an extremely bright red.
It was obvious that he wasn't shy or happy.
It is a kind of extreme anger and shame. There is nothing more deadly than this.
Snape forcefully closed the classroom door with his wand. The dust falling from the ceiling showed how unpeaceful he felt at this time.
He patrolled the entire classroom with a look that wanted to kill someone.
Soul quickly picked up the glass rod and stirred the bubbling potion in the crucible. He had no doubt that Snape wanted to silence everyone present.
Fortunately, they paid the price of being deducted 20-80 points from their respective colleges and successfully walked out of the potions classroom alive.
The poor 'God of Love' was still powerless when they walked out of the classroom, lying in the corridor with his eyes closed, no one cared about him.
Snape expressionlessly used his wand to conjure a rope and dragged the 'cupid' into the classroom.
There is no doubt that Snape wanted to interrogate this 'god of love' through a series of crazy techniques that were inappropriate for children and catch the culprit behind it.
Most likely a few bottles of Veritaserum...
Soul couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Snape's skillful technique and morbid expression when dealing with the basilisk, and quickly walked away from the potions classroom, otherwise he would have heard the screams that struck his soul.
Be afraid of being broad, be afraid of being broad.
In just one lesson, everything that happened in the Potions classroom spread quickly throughout the castle like a virus. Even the ghosts knew the strange story of Snape being sent a greeting card.
Without exception, everyone expressed their sincere admiration for this warrior.
"It can't be you, right?" Soul met the Weasley brothers in the corridor, and he couldn't help but stop them.
"Of course it won't be us."
"We don't want to be outside of school."
"Assassinated by Snape."
"Your life matters."
The two sang in harmony, resolutely rejecting Su Er's guess, but the way the two exchanged glances gave Su Er a feeling that the prank was a success.
The suspicion is getting bigger and bigger...
This is too much like what two brothers can do.
In the evening, when Su Er went to the auditorium, the auditorium was restored to its original state. This made him relieved, at least he no longer had to bear the head-soaking curse.
Breakfast and lunch were all eaten at the Hufflepuff table, and dinner was of course with Hermione. Although Lockhart made a farce, at least one thing was right.
That means today is Valentine's Day.
Right? You should spend at least one meal with your lover on Valentine’s Day, right?
Given the sincerity of Soul's apology and his persistence in finding topics, Hermione was finally willing to pay attention to him.
Dinner time passed quickly, and many people breathed a sigh of relief. They had been annoyed by the 'God of Love' dwarf all day.
"Hannah told me that she received a greeting card in class today, and her face turned red with anger." Hermione said, "If I also received a greeting card today, I would definitely give him a hard slap with my wand. lesson."
"Only people who want to be single for the rest of their lives would do this." Sol smiled and stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Neville pause.
"Don't you think so, Neville?"
"Hehehe... You are right, Soul." Neville stiffly showed an ugly smile.
Obviously, Neville naively believed Lockhart's lies and carefully planned this surprise.
I hope he didn't sign the back of the card.
otherwise...
Soul couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.
Just when they thought today's Valentine's Day farce was over, three dwarfs with wings and harps on their backs walked in from the side door of the auditorium, empty-handed.
The entire auditorium fell silent as the three dwarfs entered, as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed their throats.
Everyone stopped holding their forks and stared at them.
The three dwarfs ignored the focused gazes, raised their feet on the spot, and looked around gloomily. After finding their definite target, they passed through the crowd and walked straight towards the Gryffindor table.
"Harry Potter!" the dwarf in the middle shouted loudly. Harry was startled and subconsciously jumped up from his chair.
He ran away, no matter how stupid he was, he would not think that receiving a greeting card here in front of everyone would be a good thing.
But the dwarfs chased him and grabbed Harry's black schoolbag with three hands.
"I have a musical message to deliver to Harry Potter personally," shouted the dwarf on the left.
"Let me go, let me go." Harry kept struggling.
"Tear..." The school bag cracked, and the quills and books inside were scattered all over the floor, and Harry fell to the ground with a 'thud'.
"Don't move, this is the last task, let me finish it properly." Suer heard the dwarf mutter.
Then, the dwarf on the right took off the harp from his back.
"Boom!" The strings were plucked.
The dwarf in the middle took a few steps forward, sat down on Harry, and began to sing "affectionately" in a voice that sounded like a toad.
"His eyes were so charming, like freshly pickled toads,"
"His hair is so cool, like a black blackboard,"
"Oh, the warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."
"He won my heart."
"I want him to be mine and I will always be his."
Harry lay on the ground and looked at Soul and the others with despair on his face. From his eyes, Soul could read Harry's thoughts.
Harry must have particularly regretted not being killed by Voldemort with one Avatar.
So much so that I have to suffer like this now.
Thanks to the environment in the auditorium where a pindrop could be heard, everyone could hear the dwarf's singing clearly, and they looked at each other.
The next moment, laughter that could shake up the auditorium broke out.
Soul noticed that Draco, not far away, was smiling particularly wildly.
Tsk, he shook his head, there is only one truth...
Harry's face turned from white to black, then from black to red, and he pulled out his wand.
Loudly recited the incantation---"Expelliarmus!!!"
The dwarf who was singing was hit by the spell, flew straight back, and hit the Gryffindor table hard, causing everyone to scream in surprise.
Su Er's eyes suddenly lit up...
Regardless of whether any professors are in class, they rush into the classroom and deliver Valentine's Day cards to their targets, leaving the classroom in a mess.
I don’t know what Lockhart was thinking. A wrinkled, slate-grey monster with long ears, big eyes, and a sharp mouth is obviously not at all the same as the God of Love in everyone’s imagination.
Especially those little monsters carrying harps and wings on their shoulders.
Really terrible...
Every little wizard avoids them, and Soul doesn't think it would be a good choice to let them send Valentine's Day cards to loved ones on this day...
In the afternoon, a 'cupid' rushed into Snape's Potions classroom and gave a greeting card to Snape in front of two second-year students of the academy.
Moreover, this 'god of love' particularly recited a passage from the greeting card.
It deliberately uses a deep tone---
"Oh, dear Severus."
"Your eyes are like a murderous knife."
"Took my heart away."
"your hair."
"Like a black sponge soaked in oil."
"Fragrant and sweet."
"I want to feel how wonderful it is..."
Before the 'God of Love' could finish reading all the words, the furious Snape fired a curse and was thrown out of the classroom. He stuck it to the wall and flowed down the corridor wall like a pool of water, and passed out. The golden wings behind his back drifted to the ground feebly.
"Why not Avada? Give it an Avada!" Sur thought maliciously, suppressing a laugh.
For the first time, the little wizards here saw other colors on Snape's pale face, which was an extremely bright red.
It was obvious that he wasn't shy or happy.
It is a kind of extreme anger and shame. There is nothing more deadly than this.
Snape forcefully closed the classroom door with his wand. The dust falling from the ceiling showed how unpeaceful he felt at this time.
He patrolled the entire classroom with a look that wanted to kill someone.
Soul quickly picked up the glass rod and stirred the bubbling potion in the crucible. He had no doubt that Snape wanted to silence everyone present.
Fortunately, they paid the price of being deducted 20-80 points from their respective colleges and successfully walked out of the potions classroom alive.
The poor 'God of Love' was still powerless when they walked out of the classroom, lying in the corridor with his eyes closed, no one cared about him.
Snape expressionlessly used his wand to conjure a rope and dragged the 'cupid' into the classroom.
There is no doubt that Snape wanted to interrogate this 'god of love' through a series of crazy techniques that were inappropriate for children and catch the culprit behind it.
Most likely a few bottles of Veritaserum...
Soul couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Snape's skillful technique and morbid expression when dealing with the basilisk, and quickly walked away from the potions classroom, otherwise he would have heard the screams that struck his soul.
Be afraid of being broad, be afraid of being broad.
In just one lesson, everything that happened in the Potions classroom spread quickly throughout the castle like a virus. Even the ghosts knew the strange story of Snape being sent a greeting card.
Without exception, everyone expressed their sincere admiration for this warrior.
"It can't be you, right?" Soul met the Weasley brothers in the corridor, and he couldn't help but stop them.
"Of course it won't be us."
"We don't want to be outside of school."
"Assassinated by Snape."
"Your life matters."
The two sang in harmony, resolutely rejecting Su Er's guess, but the way the two exchanged glances gave Su Er a feeling that the prank was a success.
The suspicion is getting bigger and bigger...
This is too much like what two brothers can do.
In the evening, when Su Er went to the auditorium, the auditorium was restored to its original state. This made him relieved, at least he no longer had to bear the head-soaking curse.
Breakfast and lunch were all eaten at the Hufflepuff table, and dinner was of course with Hermione. Although Lockhart made a farce, at least one thing was right.
That means today is Valentine's Day.
Right? You should spend at least one meal with your lover on Valentine’s Day, right?
Given the sincerity of Soul's apology and his persistence in finding topics, Hermione was finally willing to pay attention to him.
Dinner time passed quickly, and many people breathed a sigh of relief. They had been annoyed by the 'God of Love' dwarf all day.
"Hannah told me that she received a greeting card in class today, and her face turned red with anger." Hermione said, "If I also received a greeting card today, I would definitely give him a hard slap with my wand. lesson."
"Only people who want to be single for the rest of their lives would do this." Sol smiled and stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Neville pause.
"Don't you think so, Neville?"
"Hehehe... You are right, Soul." Neville stiffly showed an ugly smile.
Obviously, Neville naively believed Lockhart's lies and carefully planned this surprise.
I hope he didn't sign the back of the card.
otherwise...
Soul couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.
Just when they thought today's Valentine's Day farce was over, three dwarfs with wings and harps on their backs walked in from the side door of the auditorium, empty-handed.
The entire auditorium fell silent as the three dwarfs entered, as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed their throats.
Everyone stopped holding their forks and stared at them.
The three dwarfs ignored the focused gazes, raised their feet on the spot, and looked around gloomily. After finding their definite target, they passed through the crowd and walked straight towards the Gryffindor table.
"Harry Potter!" the dwarf in the middle shouted loudly. Harry was startled and subconsciously jumped up from his chair.
He ran away, no matter how stupid he was, he would not think that receiving a greeting card here in front of everyone would be a good thing.
But the dwarfs chased him and grabbed Harry's black schoolbag with three hands.
"I have a musical message to deliver to Harry Potter personally," shouted the dwarf on the left.
"Let me go, let me go." Harry kept struggling.
"Tear..." The school bag cracked, and the quills and books inside were scattered all over the floor, and Harry fell to the ground with a 'thud'.
"Don't move, this is the last task, let me finish it properly." Suer heard the dwarf mutter.
Then, the dwarf on the right took off the harp from his back.
"Boom!" The strings were plucked.
The dwarf in the middle took a few steps forward, sat down on Harry, and began to sing "affectionately" in a voice that sounded like a toad.
"His eyes were so charming, like freshly pickled toads,"
"His hair is so cool, like a black blackboard,"
"Oh, the warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."
"He won my heart."
"I want him to be mine and I will always be his."
Harry lay on the ground and looked at Soul and the others with despair on his face. From his eyes, Soul could read Harry's thoughts.
Harry must have particularly regretted not being killed by Voldemort with one Avatar.
So much so that I have to suffer like this now.
Thanks to the environment in the auditorium where a pindrop could be heard, everyone could hear the dwarf's singing clearly, and they looked at each other.
The next moment, laughter that could shake up the auditorium broke out.
Soul noticed that Draco, not far away, was smiling particularly wildly.
Tsk, he shook his head, there is only one truth...
Harry's face turned from white to black, then from black to red, and he pulled out his wand.
Loudly recited the incantation---"Expelliarmus!!!"
The dwarf who was singing was hit by the spell, flew straight back, and hit the Gryffindor table hard, causing everyone to scream in surprise.
Su Er's eyes suddenly lit up...
