Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Let's rewind to this morning, at Hogwarts Great Hall.

The hall, which is usually warm yet dignified, has been transformed into a pink ocean, with pink everywhere you look.

Pink flowers grew from the walls, along with a pink long table, pink chairs tied with ribbons in ribbons, and colorful heart-shaped confetti constantly falling from the ceiling.

"My God! I've never felt so disgusted by pink." Draco frowned, as if he was about to vomit.

"What on earth is that peacock doing? Is his brain filled with reeds?" Theodore quickly spotted the culprit in the crowd.

"I really envy Thea and Daphne's good luck. They perfectly avoided this disaster. If I had known, I wouldn't have come for breakfast," Zabini said enviously.

As the students and professors took their seats, Lockhart, dressed in a pink gown, suddenly walked onto the stage.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart exclaimed enthusiastically. "So far, forty-six people have sent me greeting cards. What a delightful fact!"

To celebrate this romantic holiday, I've arranged a little surprise for everyone, and I hope you'll all have as much fun as I have!

But please don't be sad if you don't receive as many greeting cards as I do. After all, not everyone is as popular as I am.

Now let's invite the little fairy of love—

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode in twelve sullen-faced dwarfs through the doors leading to the foyer.

Unlike ordinary dwarfs, they all had golden wings and carried harps on their backs.

“My friendly little Cupids with greeting cards!” Lockhart said cheerfully, “They will be wandering around the school today, handing out Valentine’s Day cards to you!”

And why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make aphrodisiacs? If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more skilled in bewitching magic than any wizard I've ever met, that cunning old dog!

As soon as Lockhart finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone turned to look at the professor's seat.

Professor Flitwick had buried his face in his hands, while Professor Snape…

His face was so gloomy that words could not describe it.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't been holding his hand, Draco would have been absolutely certain that the professor would have loved to use a spell to send the peacock flying!

"My God! Is he out of his mind?"

Theodore blurted out his true feelings, drawing countless approving glances.

"This might be the most memorable Valentine's Day for me!"

"Is Lockhart demonstrating for us the 101st way to infuriate other professors?"

Will he be able to leave Hogwarts unscathed?

When will the disasters brought to us by the peacocks end?

Countless young wizards were internally complaining.

Unfortunately, disasters never change according to human will.

"Dorothea Black! I have a message to deliver to you personally!"

Thea and Daphne stood ten meters away from the Potions professor. Although they didn't know what had happened before, they could tell from the fear on the faces of the young wizards that this was definitely not a good thing!

"Excuse me, could you please move aside? I'm about to start class." Thea tried to get the short man to move aside.

"No! You have to listen now!" the short man said sharply.

Thea raised an eyebrow; she couldn't remember what happened to the last person who spoke to her like that.

It seems like... he died without a complete corpse?

"I said I'm going to class, please move aside." Thea's tone was low, with an inexplicable hint of danger.

Daphne, who was closest to her, instinctively reached for her wand—just like last time.

The next second, Daphne's tone turned panicked: "Thea! Class starts in five minutes!"

Before Thea could react, the young wizards watching all gasped in surprise...

Oh no, Professor Snape is here!

How come he's here now?

Can I still pull out my wand in front of him?

Will he just throw me into Azkaban?

Numerous questions raced through Thea's mind, "If Miss Black's head isn't already overflowing with pink bubbles,"

Professor Snape said coldly, "Then she should know that class is about to start. Miss Greengrass, are you sure you want to leave Potions class?"

Daphne was startled. She gave Thea a worried look and quietly slipped into the classroom along the corner of the wall.

No, no, no, Professor, please look at me!

They're the ones stopping me!

Thea looked shakily at Snape, whose expression was as if someone had forced him to drink a bucket of slugs...

Thea: "..."

Thea slowly shifted her gaze to the short man in front of her, her right hand slowly reaching into her pocket. "Now, I'll say it one last time: get out of the way!"

The short man, oblivious to the danger in Thea's tone, instead began to recite, "Dedicated to me..."

"Seal the throat and lock the tongue!"

"They've all turned to stone!"

Thea didn't waste a second and immediately cast two spells, and instantly, the world fell silent.

Thea turned around and looked at Professor Snape, whose face was ashen. Before he could say what punishment she would receive, she said, "Except for Saturday nights, I have Professor Dumbledore's detention every night I don't have classes!"

Thea swore she had just seen Snape point his wand at her, but he ended up pointing it at the dwarf instead, and the dwarf floated to the corner the next second.

Snape stared intently at me, his expression one of wanting nothing more than to throw Thea into Azkaban right then and there!

After a long pause, he moved his lips. "Miss Black has been using magic in the corridor. She is to be confined for two weeks, every Saturday night."

“Yes, Professor!” Thea’s tone was inexplicably cheerful, as if she wasn’t the one being punished.

In response, Thea said: "I survived Dumbledore's confinement, so confinement is nothing new! You get used to it!"

Despite the slight "accident" that had just happened, Thea eventually walked into the Potions classroom.

The young wizards, intimidated by Professor Snape's authority, hadn't dared to peek at Thea and her companion, but they had all heard Thea's incantation and the announcement that she had been placed in solitary confinement.

As soon as Thea entered, she was met with a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

Is the power of the Eight Trigrams really that strong?

Could this help them overcome their fear of Professor Snape?

The atmosphere in the classroom grew increasingly tense after the second young wizard was mocked by Professor Snape for whispering to Thea.

Thea looked at Professor Snape's expression, which seemed to be filled with explosives and ready to ignite at the slightest spark, and silently took a step back.

"Hey! Severus! Can you explain the sculptures in the corridor to me?"

In the quiet Potions classroom, a boisterous voice came from outside the door.

"If you even know you're a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you should have dealt with that statue yourself, instead of coming to me... Potions professor!" Snape's anger flared as he lashed out at Lockhart.

The next second, Lockhart left the classroom.

To be honest, his arrival was just in time!