Chapter 161 Valentine's Day (Modified)

In early February, Hermione came out of the hospital with no whiskers, no tail, and no cat hair all over her body.

Penello happened to pass by the school hospital when she was discharged from the hospital, saw the huge box in Hermione's arms, and kindly stepped forward to help.

"What is this, so heavy?" After taking the box, Penello was stunned by the weight of the box.

"Oh, thank you, Penello, this is a Christmas present from Ellen." Hermione got rid of the box for a while, feeling much more relaxed.

"Harry and Ron said they would come to pick me up, but I waited for a long time, but they didn't come." Hermione couldn't help complaining.

But no one answered, Hermione looked up, and Penello was staring down at the huge box in her arms in a daze.

"Is it too heavy, Penello? How about I take out some of the books inside." Hermione was a little embarrassed, how could she let Penello carry such a big and heavy box by herself, while she Just a few handy salutes!

"It's a book inside?" Penello's voice was light.

"Yes, it's all the textbooks from the first to seventh grades of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." After Hermione finished speaking, she wanted to take the huge book box from Penello.

But Penello was the first to put the box on the ground. She waved her wand, and to Hermione's surprise, the box opened silently, and the textbooks inside flew out one by one.

"Let them fly back with us." Penello's tone was brisk, with a little excitement that Hermione couldn't understand.

Penello picked up the empty box on the ground, and as she moved, the plain magic robe on her body was faintly flashed by streamers.

"It's so beautiful!" Hermione couldn't help admiring.

"What?" Penello saw Hermione's gaze resting on her, and she understood, "This robe is a Christmas gift from Allen. It is a masterpiece of the famous American designer Mrs. Klein."

Penello stood upright, and Pin Ting's graceful figure was even more enchanting against the background of this robe.

"Well, I mean, Penelope, your spells are beautiful!" Hermione looked away.

Penello smiled even brighter, "Thank you, like you, I am also number one in my grade." She winked mischievously, "We both look bad."

Hermione also smiled when she heard the compliment, and the weird feeling of discomfort that had arisen in her heart disappeared without a trace.

Although I like reading books, I was very moved when I saw Penello's beautiful robe. If two gifts can only choose one. Hermione thought about it, and still thought the magic book was better!

Now, the sun began to shine faintly on Hogwarts again. Inside the castle, the mood turned optimistic.

There have been no further attacks since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were petrified.

In the Forbidden Forest, when Allen gave Gaia some toys suitable for little unicorns that he brought back from New York, Gaia also said that no birds had been killed in the Forbidden Forest for a long time.

Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the mandrakes had become moody and reticent, that is to say, they were rapidly falling out of childhood.

"As soon as their pimples are healed, they can be replanted. Then, in a short time, we can cut them off and set them on fire. All those attacked will be back soon." Pomfrey Madam happily said this to everyone who cared about the victim.

Peeves had forgotten his fears, but his fearful nature made him sing "Oh, Potter, you bastard..." whenever he saw Harry, and now he was accompanied by a fixed dance moves.

Allen still inadvertently saw that Gilderoy Lockhart introduced himself to Professor McGonagall very confidently, "You know, the school needs to boost morale now. Erase those things from last semester in memory! I am not inconvenient now More to say, but I think I'm confident..."

Professor McGonagall's expression told Allen that she didn't believe Gildero at all.

The forgetting spell may be Gilderoy's best spell! Erase the memories of the little wizards,

Professor Lockhart is perfectly capable of doing it, and will do it better than anyone else.

Allen felt that if Professor Lockhart hadn't performed too badly in other aspects of his spell level and loved vanity, maybe he could be qualified for the Ministry of Magic's Reversal of Incidents Team.

Soon, Allen understood that what Professor Lockhart said about erasing bad memories was not what he imagined at all.

On February 14th, when Alan went to the auditorium for breakfast after training as usual, he was stunned by the arrangement of the auditorium!

The walls were covered with large, dazzling pink flowers. To make matters worse, there are also many heart-shaped confetti falling non-stop from the light blue ceiling.

Alan looked at the confetti that fell into the porridge and lost his appetite.

Reluctantly picked up a sandwich, brushed off the paper scraps, and put it in his mouth.

Compared with the disgusted boys, girls obviously prefer this pink and romantic arrangement.

Breakfast is served every day, but Valentine's Day only comes once a year!

When Professor Lockhart was wearing a bright pink robe that matched those decorations and waved his hands to silence everyone, Allen couldn't help but picked up two cakes and quickly left the auditorium.

However, this evasive behavior was of no use.

In front of the doors leading to the hall, Allen saw twelve dwarves with gloomy faces. They all had golden wings and carried harps.

This is apparently the "Little Cupid" arranged by Professor Lockhart to deliver love letters and greeting cards.

All day long, Professor Lockhart's dwarves kept barging into their classrooms, delivering Valentine's Day cards, much to the annoyance of the teachers.

In the afternoon, when Allen climbed to the fourth floor to take the charm class, he found a dwarf struggling to catch up with Penello.

And Penello, due to the regulations that no spells can be cast in the corridor, walked in a hurry, obviously not wanting the dwarf to catch up.

Alan blinked, and quietly stretched out his right leg, tripping the dwarf.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of stunnedness, the dwarf gave up chasing Penello and got entangled with him instead.

"Alan Harris, I have five messages for the soundtrack to deliver to you personally!" said the little man, plucking the harp aggressively.

Seeing this, Penello in the distance no longer ran away, but came closer. A few little witches in the first grade pointed at Alan and the dwarf, laughing and laughing.

Allen had a bad premonition. Regardless of Hogwarts' regulations, he pulled out his wand and pointed at the dwarf—the spell successfully stuck the dwarf's upper and lower lips together, preventing him from singing.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, the dwarf looked gloomy, took a deep look at Allen, turned and left.