Maybe it's because the three attacks made people too sensitive to act; It could also be because the Slytherin heirs didn't want Hogwarts to shut down. Anyway, until the sun warmed up Hogwarts, Hogwarts was calm.

But Harry's life didn't get any better because of the passage of time - every time a Hufflepuff student met him in the hallway, they would loudly accuse him of being an attacker; Peeves always sang "Oh, Potter, you badass...... appearing in the crowded hallways, and now with dance moves; The Weasley twins, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, opened the way for him: "Let go, let the heirs of our great Slytherin go first!" ”。

Gilderoy Lockhart thought he was the one who stopped the attack. He persuaded the professors at the school, "I don't think there will be any more trouble," he touched his nose lightly, blinking. "I think this time the chamber is locked forever. The killer must have known that it was only a matter of time before I caught him, and it was best to stop acquaintances before I started taking action against him. ”

"What the school needs now is a morale-boosting person. Get rid of all the unpleasant memories of the last semester! I can't say much right now, but I think I happen to be well aware of that...... You should read my book, I might liven up the atmosphere when I pass through some remote villages! Wait and see, it's going to be a brilliant idea. ”

Lockhart's so-called idea of a morale-boosting came to light at breakfast on Feb. 14. Aitch came to the lobby, and for a moment he wondered if he had gone through the wrong door.

All the walls are covered with large, showy pink flowers. To make matters worse, the pale blue ceiling is draped with heart-shaped confetti. Aitch saw Gryffindor's table, and Hermione tried very hard to hold back her laughter.

Aitch sat down and brushed the confetti off the stool. Lockhart, dressed in a bright pink robe to match the embellishments, waved his hands and begged for silence, and the professors on either side of him sat stiffly. Aitch could see the muscles in Professor McGonagall's cheeks tugging slightly. Snape looked disgusted, as if someone had just forced him a large glass of slug juice.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted. "I'm so grateful to the 46 people who have sent me cards so far! Yes, I've also set up the library to surprise all of you – and that's not all! ”

Lockhart clapped his hands, and a group of cherubs came through the door of the entrance hall. However, it wasn't the real angels, it was Lockhart who had hired dwarves to put on golden wings and hold harps.

"My friendly Cupid who delivers love!" Lockhart smiled, "They're going to be touring the school today to hand out Valentine's cards to you!" The fun doesn't stop there! I'm sure my colleagues would like to join in on this, so let's see how Professor Snape made the aphrodisiac! That's a great thing to cheer up! Professor Flitwick knows more than any wizard I've ever met with spells, old slippery head! Professor Flitwick buried his face in his palms in shame when he heard Lockhart mention him, and Snape looked as if he was about to pour a mouthful of poison into someone who was going to ask him for an aphrodisiac.

So, throughout the day, the little angels kept breaking into the classroom to hand out Valentine cards, completely ignoring the classroom discipline. They made a mess of all the classes, which annoyed the professors a lot.

Later that afternoon, as Aitch was walking upstairs to class, there was a large crowd of Gryffindor students in the hallway.

"His eyes are as green as a living toad, and his hair is as black as a chalkboard, and I wish he were mine. He's such a cute, hero who defeated the dark wizards. "The dwarves were not very talented in singing, and Aitch thought he was reading in a strange tune—a complete change of melody.

Aitch squeezed through the crowd, Harry scratching around, his books, wands, parchments, quill falling to the ground, and inkwells shattering on the ground.

Aitch saw Draco bend over and pick up something. Hostilely, he gave it to Crabbe and Goyle. That's Voldemort's Horcrux!

"Give me back." Harry said calmly.

"Want to know what Potter wrote?" Draco said to everyone. It was obvious that he hadn't noticed the date on the cover, and thought it was Harry's own diary. A silence reigned around them. Ginny looked at Harry from the journal, looking scared.

"Draco, give it to me." Aitch felt it was a good opportunity to get his hands on the journal.

"Are you interested in this?" Draco swallowed the expletives that were about to come out of his mouth, "Can you let me read a paragraph first?" ”

Seeing Aitch's determined eyes, "Alright, Goyle, give it to him." "Draco must have thought it was Aitch defending Harry, but he wouldn't dismiss Aitch in order to humiliate Harry, it would make him suffer from his flesh and skin while training.

"Thank you." The diary was on Edge's hand and was quickly snatched away by Harry, and looking at his vigilant eyes, it was clear that he was saying: Murderer! I won't accept your affection.

"Look at the time in this diary, it shouldn't be yours, can you give it to me?" Edge's words didn't look like a negotiation, and he reached for the journal.

"Of course not. It's Harry's. Ron handed Harry his bag and quickly stuffed everything on the floor inside. Let's go, Harry. Ron was full of energy, he was going to fight Aitch for everything, so that Aitch lost another good opportunity to get the Horcrux.

Aitch glanced at Ginny in the crowd, her eyes still on Harry and his bag. As she passed Draco back to the classroom, he viciously yelled at her, "I think Potter likes your Valentine card!" This was an unfinished trick on Harry.

Aitch didn't bother to take care of the rest of the matter, and as Ron roared, Ginny cried and fled.

Ever since the last time Hermione had used the Truth Elixir and was spotted by Edge, her fighting spirit had been completely aroused. When Aitch saw her in the library, he could even see the flames burning behind her. She struggled to explore in the vast sea of books.

"Miss Know-it-all, although you haven't been in class for a while, you don't have to work so hard, I remember I lent you my class notes." Aitch quipped Hermione as she struggled.

Hermione turned a deaf ear to Edge's words, and although the speed of turning the pages slowed down, she still looked at the book, as if there was no one like him around, and she still looked angry.

"Speaking of being angry, it should be me, right, but you want to use the truth potion on me!" Aitch leaned on the table and poured bitter water on Hermione, "I know Harry is suspicious of me, and you're doing it for my own good, trying to help me prove my innocence." Neville said you had a fight over this, but I couldn't figure out how you would use such aggressive tactics against me. ”

Hermione snorted, deliberately moving her head to the side, she was arguing with Edge.

Disgusted, Aitch quietly walked to a bookshelf, pulled out the copy of "Magical Creatures Are Here" on it, and opened it.

On one page of the book reads: "There are many terrible animals and monsters in our land, but none are as strange and deadly as the basilisk, also known as the King of Snakes." This snake, which can grow to tens of feet and live for hundreds of years, is born from an egg hatched by a toad. Its killing methods are also very creepy, in addition to its deadly fangs, the basilisk also has a pair of eyes that can kill, and anything that looks directly into the basilisk's gaze will die instantly. Spiders run as soon as they encounter a basilisk, the basilisk is their natural predator, and the only thing that can drive the basilisk away is the crowing of the rooster, as this is fatal to the basilisk. ”

Aitch closed the book and looked at Hermione, who was still struggling, and couldn't help but laugh at her cuteness.

"Mrs. Pince, I want to borrow this book." He put what was probably the only book in the library that contained the knowledge of the basilisk in his bag.