Time slipped by, and it was the morning of February 14. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On this day, the students who heard Lockhart last time finally figured out what Lockhart was using to boost his morale.

One thing that has to be said before this is that the small and medium-sized Spell Origin paper that VIO handed over to Professor Flitwick some time ago was cited as a model by the professor.

Especially after learning that Vio's aunt was Sigoness, an excellent Ravenclaw graduate, Professor Flitwick liked Vio even more and was determined to train her to be his protégé.

Vio then had the audacity to ask him about all kinds of magic.

Sometimes there was some dark magic involved, and Professor Flitwick was reluctant to tell her at first.

But then, I couldn't help but make all kinds of side knocks from VIO, and Professor Flitwick would relax when it came to the rise.

"There's never really any difference between white magic and black magic. Magic goes to its deepest level, and there are no boundaries. When a wizard picks up his wand, he is free, and so is magic. ”

Professor Flitwick raised his wand with a light swipe, and a butterfly grabbed a petal and flew out of the mural.

"Dark magic is generally synonymous with taboos, because they are so powerful that they can be so cruel that most people of conscience are afraid," the professor waved his wand again, and the butterfly immediately stopped flapping its wings, crushing to pieces as if it had been forcibly pressed to the ground by an invisible hand.

Vio pursed his lips and watched the scene fixedly, but he couldn't control the shaking of his fingertips.

"Don't be patient and afraid. The professor looked at her kindly, then restored everything with his wand, and the butterfly returned to the mural in a dark arc with its petals in its arms. Sometimes this fear is what distinguishes us as people of conscience from wild beasts. ”

Vio nodded, and then there seemed to be a tacit understanding between her and Professor Flitwick.

She would take the professor's signature note to the library ** area to borrow some simple black magic books, and then sit in the professor's office to read, and when she didn't understand something, she would ask the professor questions directly, and she didn't take the books with her.

Occasionally, other Ravenclaw students would come and ask the professor questions, and Vio would listen to their debates and discussions, often inspired.

I have to say that if there is a best learning atmosphere, it must be Ravenclaw.

The thirst for knowledge makes everyone open-minded and treats all knowledge equally, and makes the value of each book cherished by students and able to shine their own brilliance.

After a while, on the first night of Valentine's Day, Vio was studying at Professor Flitwick's as usual.

The model of the spell she saw that day was so difficult that she had to copy it down, and she came back and saw it very late.

So the next day, she arrived at the auditorium very late, almost thinking that she had lost her way and gone to the wrong place again.

The décor in the huge auditorium has completely changed.

From the solemn and atmospheric Roman style in the past, it has become a rococo style full of flowers and plants with plaster lines everywhere and smooth corners.

Every once in a short distance you can see a chubby little fairy dressed as Cupid, holding the little golden bow to shoot at you.

The four walls are also filled with large, dazzling pink flowers, giving off a rich sweet fragrance.

To make matters worse, heart-shaped confetti was floating in the air.

In just a few steps from the door of the auditorium to the Gryffindor table, Vio already had a lot of confetti on his shoulders and head.

Ron and Harry were sitting at the table, puffing scraps of paper out of their food.

Hermione, on the other hand, famously put a magical barrier on her porridge. She happily looked up to meet the crumbs, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

"Is this Lockhart's solution?" Vio sat down and began to brush the crumbs off his body.

Ron and Harry pointed to the teacher's table in unison, leaving her to look at it for herself, apparently disgusted to the point that she didn't even want to speak.

Lockhart wore a pink robe that matched the décor and waved his hand to silence everyone.

The teachers sitting across from him all had straight faces, and a muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek bulged. Professor Snape looked like he had been poured a large glass of hard liquor.

Vio glanced sensibly at the Headmaster's Seat, and sure enough, it was empty, and Dumbledore didn't spend a few days in the school all year round. Except for the opening ceremony and the holiday banquet, VIO has never seen him at the dinner table.

She sighed and pulled the slightly longer scrap of paper out of her cereal.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" exclaimed Lockhart, "and I thank them for the fact that forty-six people have presented me with greeting cards so far!

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode through the doors leading to the foyer into a dozen gloomy-faced gnomes.

And they were different from the average dwarf, Lockhart had small wings on their backs and a well-sized harp.

"My friendly, little Eros with a greeting card!"

Lockhart gleefully explained, "They're going to be wandering around the school today, handing you Valentine's Day cards! And that's not all! I'm sure my colleagues will be willing to join in!"

I'm sure Professor Snape would be happy to teach you how to concoct an aphrodisiac!If you want to go further, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I've ever added, cunning old dog!"

Vio couldn't stop laughing as he watched Professor Flitwick bury his face in his hands.

Professor Snape, next to him, looked strange, as if he was about to poison those who dared to ask him for advice on how to make an aphrodisiac.

"Hermione, please tell me, you're not one of the forty-six, are you?" Ron moaned quietly. Hermione stirred her porridge with sudden interest, but did not answer.

For a whole day, the gnomes walked into every classroom on their short legs, handing out Valentine's Day cards and performing programs ordered by the card givers, which annoyed the teachers.

In the afternoon, in Potions class, Professor Snape seemed to vent all the anger he had been building up all the time on Gryffindor.

Not only did he give them a particularly long paper, but he also asked them to dictate the preparation methods, materials, and precautions of the most difficult potions they had ever learned.

Unsurprisingly, all Gryffindor students except Hermione were deducted between two and five points.

Vio's Potions class group partner happened to be Draco [this is also a no-brainer, except for Draco, everyone else seems to have a fixed partner], so he can be seen in every Potions class with a happy and proud smile on the corner of his mouth, and laughter continues.

Things took a turn for the worse when a little dwarf suddenly appeared.

"You!Draco Malfoy!turn around!" The dwarf's face was gloomy, and Professor Snape's face changed as much as the dwarf's when he heard it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Draco quickly asked Crabbe and Goyle to get the dwarf out.

But late.

The dwarf looked small, but actually had the strength of an adult, and he elbowed Crabbe and Goyle, and squeezed towards Draco.

Draco subconsciously glanced at Vio next to him, who was looking at the dwarf who was squeezing over with a posture of waiting to see a good show, Draco cursed angrily, who the hell sent him a greeting card, and in front of the whole class, especially Professor Snape and Santrill, it was simply too irritating. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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