HP Star Shining

She soon discovered what Lockhart's method of boosting morale was.

On the morning of February 14th, when they walked into the auditorium to have breakfast, they almost thought they had come to the wrong place.

All four walls of the auditorium were covered with large pink roses, and to make matters worse, there were also a lot of heart-shaped confetti floating down from the light blue ceiling.

At the teachers' table, Lockhart, wearing the same bright pink robes, waved for silence.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart said excitedly. "So far, I've received cards from forty-six people, and I just want to express my gratitude to them all! To that end, I took the initiative to arrange this surprise for everyone."

Su Xingchen brushed away the paper scraps on the bacon expressionlessly. She was not surprised at all and felt that this was the beginning of another disaster.

"And that's not all." Lockhart clapped his hands, and twelve sullen-looking dwarfs walked in from behind the door leading to the hall.

Unlike other dwarfs, Lockhart also made them carry harps with small golden wings.

"My friendly little cupids with greeting cards! They'll be roaming around the school today, delivering Valentine's Day cards for you. I'm sure my colleagues will be happy to get involved too, and I was wondering if you should ask Professor Snape to show you how to make a love potion? If you're interested, Professor Flitwick knows more about psychedelic magic than any wizard I've ever met."

Harry noticed that Professor McGonagall's face bulged as if she had been given a vial of Bone Spirit, and that Professor Flitwick had buried his face in his arms, refusing to show it, and that Snape looked as if he would pour poison down the throat of anyone who asked him for advice on a love potion.

Noticing some movement around him, Harry withdrew his gaze from the teacher's desk and turned to look at Su Xingchen. She lowered her head, supporting her forehead with her hands, and her shoulders shrugged.

"Stars?"

"It's okay." Su Xingchen put down her hand. She didn't want to laugh, but she couldn't help it.

Harry guessed the reason for her laughter and handed her a handkerchief.

"Thank you." Su Xingchen wiped the tears from her eyes as she explained to the others, "If someone lets such a terrifying 'God of Love' send me a greeting card, I'll consider breaking up with him."

That's it.

Harry raised an eyebrow as he considered whether he should write a card and... write Malfoy's name on it.

On the way out of the Great Hall to his first class, Ron asked Hermione, "Please tell me, you're not one of those forty-six, are you?"

Hermione, suddenly very interested, was rummaging through her timetable in her bag and didn't answer the question.

Su Xingchen felt guilty seeing this.

All day long, the dwarfs kept breaking into the classroom and delivering Valentine's Day cards, which annoyed the teachers.

Su Xingchen also received some cards. She looked through the signatures and found that they were all from people she was not very familiar with, whom she had only met a few times or were just acquaintances.

Well, then there's no need to break up.

Su Xingchen felt that these people were mostly there for fun, after all, Hogwarts had never had such an activity before.

If she liked someone, she would never tell the other person in such a funny way.

"Hey! You! Harry Potter!"

A particularly grim-looking dwarf called out as they prepared to go upstairs for their last magic lesson, pushing their way toward Harry as he pushed aside the others with his arms.

Harry was so irritated to receive a Valentine's Day card in front of a bunch of first years, especially since Ginny Weasley happened to be among them, that he took off running.

But before he could take two steps, the dwarf kicked people's calves all the way, pushed through the crowd and caught up with him.

"I have a musical message to deliver personally to Harry Potter," said the dwarf, plucking his harp in an aggressive manner.

"Not here," Harry lowered his voice, trying to escape again.

"Hold on!" the dwarf grabbed Harry's bag and pulled him back.

There was a tug and a rip, and Harry's bag was torn in two. His books, wand, parchment, and quill clattered to the floor, with the ink crumbling on top.

Harry scrambled to grab the things on the ground, trying to pick them up and get out of here before the dwarf started singing.

Su Xingchen quickly squatted down to help Harry pick up the things.

"What's going on?" A cold voice sounded, which was the voice Harry hated the most and did not want to hear at the moment. He frantically stuffed things into his tattered schoolbag, not wanting Malfoy to hear his Valentine's Day music card.

Unfortunately, the dwarf sat down on Harry's knees and began to sing.

His eyes were as green as a freshly pickled toad

His hair is as black as a blackboard

I hope he is mine

He is really handsome.

He is the warrior who conquered the Dark Lord

Su Xingchen was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and his hand that was picking up the things slowly stopped. What kind of devilish lyrics are these?

Harry swore that he would hand over all the gold in Gringotts if he could just disappear in a puff of smoke right then and there.

He forced himself to stand up and laugh with the people around him.

Su Xingchen felt that Harry must be very embarrassed. She was a little surprised but not amused. She gathered her things and put them in Harry's schoolbag.

"I don't think Potter likes your Valentine's Day card." Draco said to Ginny in the crowd.

Is it Ginny?

Su Xingchen's expression was complicated. "Girl, do you like him or hate him?" "Would anyone tell someone they like that your eyes look like a toad?"

She really didn't understand what the wizards were thinking, but she was also extremely glad that she had received ordinary cards. If she had received such a card with music in public, she would have immediately rushed over and kicked the person to death...

Ginny covered her face with her hands and rushed into the classroom.

"What's going on here?" Percy Weasley came. "The bell will ring in five minutes." He rushed all the first-year students into the classroom. "And you, Malfoy."

As Harry was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of Malfoy bending over and picking something up from the ground.

It's Riddle's diary.

"Give it back to me," Harry whispered.

"Did you write something in there that shouldn't be seen by anyone?" Draco mocked nonchalantly.

Harry was furious. Today had been embarrassing enough, and he was going to get it back, even if it meant losing five points to Gryffindor.

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate, Su Xingchen took two steps to Draco and opened his palms to him, meaning not to be too obvious.

Draco curled his lips and put the diary in Su Xingchen's hand.

The nonsensical farce finally ended. Ron wanted to teach Malfoy a lesson, but Harry pulled him away. Ron didn't need to spit out slugs throughout the magic class.

In Professor Flitwick's class, Harry discovered that Riddle's diary was very strange.

The other books were stained with ink, but the diary was still as clean as before. He wanted to tell Ron, but Ron's wand was malfunctioning again, spraying large purple bubbles, which made him feel depressed and uninterested in everything.

After dinner, he wanted to discuss the matter with Hermione and Su Xingchen, but he couldn't stand George and Fred singing "His Eyes Are Green Like Freshly Pickled Toads" again in the common room, so he hid in the dormitory early with his diary.

Ron continued to fiddle with his wand, Hermione was writing something, and Su Xingchen found an excuse to slip out of the common room alone.

She found an empty step to sit down and carefully rolled up her trouser legs. It must have been painful for her to endure it for so long.

Yes, she was one of the ones kicked by the dwarf, but she didn't want to check in front of everyone, so as not to make Harry feel guilty. The child was too sensitive.

Under the flickering candlelight, a purple bruise appeared on his shin bone. Su Xingchen suspected he was seeing things, so he poked it with his hand.

"hiss."

Su Xingchen fell into deep doubt. How could such a small dwarf have such great strength?

"What's wrong with your leg?" A tall figure approached.

I stopped when I was about to roll down my trouser legs. It was Cedric, so it was okay.

Su Xingchen sighed, "The dwarf kicked it."

This is unlucky...

"Let me see." Cedric squatted down in front of her.

The bruise was not large, but it was extremely conspicuous on the slender and smooth calf bone. He raised his hand and tapped Su Xingchen lightly on the forehead.

"What are you doing!" Su Xingchen covered the place where he was hit with his hands and glared at him.

"I didn't use any force." Cedric raised his head, and a smile appeared in his gray eyes.

"It hurts even without exerting any force."

"You know it hurts, but you still poke with your hands?"

"I just suspected I was seeing things." Su Xingchen put his hand down. "Who knew the dwarf was so strong?"

"The dwarf is not very strong."

Su Xingchen widened his eyes. Considering their size, this strength was not considered too great?

Seeing Su Xingchen's eyes wide open, Cedric smiled and took out a small jar from his clothes and handed it to her.

"Wipe it yourself."

Su Xingchen opened the jar and found a transparent paste in it, a bit like aloe vera gel. When he smelled it closely, he could smell a faint herbal scent.

Good, this way Harry and the others wouldn't notice. That was also the reason why she didn't go to the infirmary. Most wizard ointments had a strong smell and could be easily identified.

Su Xingchen applied the ointment with a grimace.

"So delicate."

For the sake of the ointment, Su Xingchen decided not to bother with Cedric, otherwise he would have said a few words to him.

"Why do you carry ointment with you?"

"You often get injured when practicing Quidditch, so keep some on you."

Makes sense.

"Then why are you wandering around so late at night?" Su Xingchen asked casually.

"Well... you know, the class monitor has to patrol the corridors and drive those students who are wandering around outside back to the dormitory." The person who answered seemed to answer casually.

The hand applying the medicine paused.

"Haha..." Su Xingchen laughed awkwardly, and her eyes, focused on the scars, finally fell on Cedric's face. "I didn't even know you were a prefect."

Cedric gave a bright smile, "Now you know."

"It seems...it's not curfew yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the curfew bell rang.

"Now it's time."