Section I

An island stands alone on the sea, shrouded in a cold and dark mist, like a ghost domain. A sprawling prison sits in the middle of the island, exuding the smell of decay and death.

A black smoke clings to the surface of the sea, and under the cover of the night, it silently flies towards the island. In the dim and white moonlight, black smoke flowed down like water, turning into a man in a black robe, slender as a skeleton. He glanced around, and it floated away like a ghost in the direction of a prison.

Suddenly, the air around him suddenly became cold and dense, like cold water, accompanied by bursts of calm breath.

"It's coming really fast." The man muttered, and in the distance, several dark figures in tattered cloaks flew through the air like vultures that smelled carrion.

"Divine Guard!" -- The dazzling white light radiated like a wave of the sea, enveloping half of the island into the light, and even the layers of fog that shrouded the island were dispelled by this light. The black shadows that had gathered quickly were fleeing frantically, and some of the moments that didn't have time to escape turned into a breath of black smoke and disappeared in the light.

The white light dimmed, and the island returned to the darkness of night. The man pursed his lips in disdain and continued to walk towards the prison, when several "crackling" explosions appeared, several wizards appeared around, looking nervous, and after spotting the black-robed man, they quickly drew their wands and pointed them at him.

"Faint! Faint! The wizards shouted, and several bright red spells shot at the black-robed man, who broke up the spell that was shot at him with a vigorous wave of his wand.

"Fluorescent flicker!" A wizard shouted, a bright halo of light shooting out from the tip of the staff, illuminating the nearby area.

"Huh!!" Several wizards gasped in horror and froze in place.

The black-robed wizard smiled disdainfully, turning into a puff of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

"God...... The mystery man ......" several wizards looked at each other and said with a shudder.

In Malfoy Manor, Lucius sat alone in a chair by the fireplace, the orange flame exuding warmth, but at this moment, looking at the secret letter in his hand, Lucius felt a chill.

"If the Dark Lord is truly resurrected, then now it is best to find him right now and show his loyalty...... But why didn't the Dark Lord gather the Death Eaters...... Lucius pondered, stroking his arm gently, "If the Dark Lord hadn't been resurrected, who was it in Azkaban?" ......," he frowned, "is this a trap...... Someone deliberately set up this bureau for the purpose of ...... It's to lead the Death Eaters to appear......" Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help but shudder a little, and the shadow of that person appeared in his mind......

In Dumbledore's office, Snape's face was dark, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, and the two looked at Dumbledore nervously, unexpectedly, Dumbledore just shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly.

Section II

The sun began to shine faintly on Hogwarts again. In the castle, people's feelings become optimistic. There have been no further attacks since Sauron left. Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the mandrakes had become moody and taciturn, that is, they were rapidly moving away from childhood.

"As soon as their acne heals, they can be replanted." One afternoon, Harry heard her speak softly to Filch. "Then, it won't be long before we can cut them down and boil them over the fire. Your Lady Loris, will be back soon. ”

The heirs of Slytherin may have lost their courage, Harry thought to himself. All the teachers and students in the school have increased their vigilance, and they are suspicious all day long, and the risk of opening the secret room at this time must be getting bigger and bigger. Maybe the monster, whatever it was, has now settled down and is ready to hibernate for another fifty years. Harry was now in a conflicted mood - no one was being attacked again, and he was happy, but it also meant that Sauron could not clear his name, and the students would conclude that Sauron was the culprit of a series of attacks, and sometimes Harry would even want the assailant to do it again, so that Sauron's innocence would be clearly proved, but the thought that popped up from time to time made Hermione very unhappy -

"How can you think that," Hermione said a little angrily, "it's so selfish to think like that. ”

Gilderoy Lockhart seems to think he was the one who stopped the attacks. One day, as Gryffindor students were lining up for a Transfiguration class, Harry overheard him say this to Professor McGonagall.

"I don't think there will be any more trouble, Minerva." He said, tacitly tapping his nose and blinking again, "I don't think the Chamber of Secrets will ever be opened this time." The criminals must have known that I would catch them sooner or later, it was only a matter of time. Before I can begin to clean them up, it would be wise to stop now-"

You know, there is a need for morale in schools right now. Erase the memories of last semester! I can't say much now, but I think I'm confident......" He tapped his nose again and strode away.

At breakfast on 14 February, everyone knew what Lockhart was doing to boost his morale. Harry had been training for Quidditch the night before, and had been practicing late until late, so he had not gotten enough sleep, and had hurried to the Great Hall a little late. For a moment, he thought he had gone to the wrong door.

All four walls are covered with large, dazzling pink flowers. To make matters worse, there were also heart-shaped confetti falling from the light blue ceiling. Harry walked towards the Gryffindor table, where Ron sat with a look of disgust on his face and Hermione seemed to be smirking all the time.

"What's going on?" Harry asked them, sitting down and brushing away the confetti that had fallen on his bacon meat.

Ron pointed to the teacher's table, obviously disgusted and unwilling to speak. Lockhart, dressed in a bright pink robe that matched the ornaments, waved his hand to silence everyone. The teachers sitting across from him all had straight faces. Harry could see from where he was sitting a muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek. Snape looked as if someone had just poured him a large glass of hard liquor.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart exclaimed, "Forty-six people have presented me with greeting cards so far, and I want to thank them!" Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for you - and that's not all!"

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode through the doors leading to the foyer into twelve grim-faced dwarfs. And they were different from ordinary dwarves, Loha held them all with golden wings and harps on their backs.

"My friendly, little Eros with greeting cards!" Lockhart said beamingly, "They're going to be wandering around the school today and handing you Valentine's Day cards!" And that's not all! I'm sure my colleagues are willing to take part in it! Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a potion! If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in mesmerizing magic than any wizard I've ever met, cunning old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Looking at Snape's expression, it seemed that if anyone asked him how to make the ** medicine, he would be forced to pour poison.

"Hermione, please tell me, you're not one of the forty-six, are you?" As they left the auditorium and went to their first class, Ron said. Hermione suddenly rummaged through her school bag for her class schedule with great interest, but did not answer.

Throughout the day, the dwarves kept breaking into their classrooms, handing out Valentine's Day cards, much to the annoyance of the teachers, and in the afternoon, when the Gryffindor students went upstairs for a magic class, one of the dwarves suddenly picked up Harry. "Hey, you! Harry Potter!" A short, grim-faced man shouted, elbowing the crowd apart and squeezing towards Harry.

It was so irritating that Harry wanted to run away in front of a group of first-year freshmen, especially Ginny Weasley, who happened to be there, to receive a Valentine's Day card. But before he could take two steps, the dwarf kicked the people in the shins, squeezing through the crowd and catching up with him.

"I have a message for the soundtrack to deliver to Harry Potter in person." The dwarf said, plucking the harp in an aggressive stance. "Don't be here." Harry lowered his voice as he tried to run away.

"Stop, don't move!" The dwarf grunted, grabbed Harry's bag, and pulled him back. "Let me go!" Harry yelled, tugging at his bag. With a loud tearing sound, his bag was torn in half. His books, wands, parchment, and quill fell to the floor with a thud, and the inkwell shattered on top. Harry was scrambling on the floor, trying to pick everything up before the dwarf could start singing, causing a traffic jam in the hallway.

"What's going on?" Draco Malfoy's cold, procrastinated voice was heard - Draco approached with two of his bodyguards, next to a cold Isabella. Harry began to frantically stuff everything into his torn bag, desperately trying to get away from Draco from hearing his Valentine's Day soundtrack.

"Why is it so messy?" Another familiar voice rang out, Percy Weasley arrived. Harry panicked and tried to get out of the way, but the dwarf grabbed him by both knees, causing him to fall to the ground. "All right," he said, sitting on Harry's lap, "this is your Valentine's Day gift with a singing voice: his eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads, he is as black as a blackboard, I wish he was mine, he was really handsome, a warrior who conquered the Dark Lord." ”

Draco was clutching his stomach and laughing wildly as he tried to keep himself from laughing until he knelt on the ground, while Isabella only raised an eyebrow, and she glanced thoughtfully at Ginny in the crowd, and her expression became a little depressed.

Harry was willing to hand over all the gold in Gringotts, hoping that it would disappear on the spot, and he bravely forced himself to laugh with the others as he stood up, his feet numb from the dwarf's sitting. Percy did his best to disperse the crowd, and some shouted with joy.

"Let's go, let's go, the class bell rang five minutes ago, let's go to class." He said, blasting the younger student away, "And you, Malfoy."

Harry glanced over and saw Malfoy bend over and grab something from the ground. He squinted his eyes and showed it to Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry understood that he was taking Riddle's diary.

"Give it back to me." Harry whispered.

"Want to know what Potter wrote in it?" Malfoy said that he apparently didn't notice the date on the cover, thinking it was Harry's own diary. The onlookers fell silent. Ginny looked at the diary and then at Harry, looking panicked.

"That's enough, Draco," Isabella said impatiently, "it's boring. ”

"Wait until I take a look." Draco said, waving his diary mockingly at Harry. Isabella was about to say something more when Harry lost his temper. He drew his wand and shouted, "Get rid of your weapon!"

Draco didn't expect Harry to cast a spell on him directly in the hallway, and he was unsuspected, and he was staggered, and the diary in his hand flew out and landed in Ron's hands.

"Harry!" Percy said loudly, "No magic in the hallway." I'm going to report on this, you know!"

But Harry didn't care, he won another round against Malfoy, and even if Gryffindor had to lose five points for it, it was totally worth it. Draco was furious, being defeated by an average second-year student in front of everyone, and he seemed incompetent, especially when he saw Ron's mocking expression. As Ginny walked past him into the classroom, he yelled at her viciously in the back, "I don't think Potter likes your Valentine's Day gift very much!" Ginny covered her face with her hands in her hands and ran into the classroom. Ron yelled and drew his wand, but Harry pulled him away.

It wasn't until they arrived at Professor Flitwick's class that Harry noticed that Mr. Riddle's diary was strange. His other books were stained with bright red ink. And that diary, as before, is clean. He tried to point this out to Ron, but Ron's wand was in trouble again: large purple bubbles erupted from the wand's head, leaving him uninterested in anything.

In contrast to the farce of Gryffindor, far away in Beauxbatons, the atmosphere of romance permeates the entire campus. Throughout the day, students were immersed in Valentine's Day or hazy or fiery love.

"How many letters have you received, Fleur?" Lucy asked excitedly, "I received four, you know, Biel confessed to me." The girl looked excited, and then asked mysteriously, "Didn't that good friend of yours say anything to you?" ”

"No, maybe he's too busy." Fleur shook her head and said with a faint smile, but the trace of loss in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Do I love him?" Fleur asked herself, "Does this longing belong to me, does it belong to him......"

A low and soothing sound of music came, mysterious and intoxicating. The flames in the fireplace turned black in an instant, and Phobertol flew out, causing the students in the hall to exclaim. Under the gaze of the crowd, Forbertol flew towards Fleur and landed on her shoulder.

"What did you bring me?" Fleur gently stroked the black phoenix's supple feathers, causing it to cry happily and latch an inconspicuous seed into her palm.

"What is this?" Lucy on the side leaned over to look at it, and said with some hesitation, "A seed? ”

"Did he give it to me?" Fleur said, looking into Forbertol's sparkling eyes.

Forbertol looked at Fleur, put his head in her palm, turned his head sideways, and a crystal tear fell onto the seed. The originally inconspicuous seed emitted a soft light and floated into the air, and in the air in front of her, it grew rapidly, turning into a thin branch composed of blue flames, and under the surprised gaze of Fleur, bloomed into a blue rose.

Fleur covered her mouth, looked at the beauty in front of her in disbelief, and shed tears of happiness......

Staying together is a kind of commitment, in the reincarnation of the world, how can we have a gentle affection -

Encounter is a kind of fate, the intersection of hearts and minds makes us have endless romantic feelings.

You are my deepest love, and I hope that our beautiful love will last forever.