Chapter 224 Valentine's Day

Ved has become accustomed to the illogical trust of the Hogwarts people in the headmaster's ability.

After being influenced for a long time, he couldn't help but think--

In the original plot, after Voldemort was resurrected, Fudge and others dared to jump like that. Was it because they also believed that Voldemort would be solved by Dumbledore in the end, so they didn't care about getting some benefits for themselves?

After this thought flashed through his mind, Ved smiled self-deprecatingly.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the reason is. There are some people in this world who are stupid and bad, short-sighted, and can only see their own petty gains.

...

After saying goodbye to Filch, Ved put a few pots of flowers in the umbrella house. He turned an unused old pen holder into a watering can and watered a few pots of flowers.

Theo saw it and liked it very much. He and Ryan personally made a few racks so that the plants could grow smoothly, and also separated some fermented dragon manure to fertilize them.

As soon as Michael entered the door, he was also attracted by the fragrance. After standing by and admiring it for a while, he remembered to ask, "Where did you get the flowers?"

"Wade brought them." Theo said, raising his hand to wipe his forehead, and a mud mark suddenly appeared on his face.

Michael smiled maliciously, deliberately pointed to the side of his face and said, "Hey, there's something dirty here."

"Really?"

Theo didn't doubt it, wiped it twice, and turned himself into a big clown face.

Ryan on the opposite side saw it, but didn't remind him, and his shoulders trembled from trying to hold back his laughter.

"Did you wipe it clean?" Theo asked ignorantly.

"Yeah, it's clean."

Michael nodded and moved back to his seat, covered his face with a book, and laughed a few times, then turned to look at Wade.

"That girl?"

"Huh?" Wade didn't understand.

"Stop pretending." Michael nudged him with his elbow and winked, "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day - and you received flowers!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Wade shrugged and said, "This is a thank-you gift from Filch - I helped him repair the cleaning crab."

"...Filch?" Michael was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I remember the things you made before, they didn't seem to be so easy to break?"

Wade smiled but said nothing.

Michael understood - although the mean administrator was hated by everyone, there were also students who thought that if they had a good relationship with him, they would be able to play pranks or go out at night without any obstacles in the future.

But Filch was a person who would not change his mind. Gifts and even gold had no appeal to him, and the smile of a beautiful girl was no different from that of a bowtruckle in his eyes.

He would never give students a break for this, as if his only pleasure was to embarrass students.

But Wade broke this consensus.

And it was Filch who asked him for help, which was much smarter than them trying to please the difficult administrator.

Michael silently gave a thumbs up.

Wade thought, even if he said that he really wanted to help Filch, it would be hard for others to believe it, right?

But Filch was a Squib, and Wade's parents were also Squibs. Putting himself in their shoes, he would naturally think how difficult it would be for a person who couldn't do magic to gain a foothold in such a magic school.

Moreover, Filch was already in his sixties or seventies, and he was still doing all kinds of chores diligently. For wizards, it was just a small problem that could be solved by waving a wand, but he had to work hard to complete it, and some children often deliberately made trouble for him.

So even if there was no reward, Wade wanted to help him.

…

The next day was Valentine's Day, but for most twelve-year-old children, this holiday was no different from usual.

They still had to go to class, and at most during lunch, the variety of chocolates would become richer than usual.

But as soon as they entered the hall, a shocking picture hit everyone's sight.

There were heart-shaped confetti falling from the ceiling like snowflakes, and the surrounding walls were covered with pink flowers, and several long tables were almost surrounded by flowers.

The candles around were wrapped with mistletoe, and the candlelight turned pink. The bright colors filled the field of vision and even made people feel a little nauseous.

A girl with a sensitive nose kept sneezing and finally had to escape from the hall.

But the man who arranged all this in the teacher's seat seemed to have seen nothing. He was wearing a pink robe and clapped his hands happily.

"My dear colleagues, students, and my lovely fans--"

Lockhart blinked in the direction of the girls and heard a muffled scream with satisfaction.

"Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you like the surprise I prepared for you--"

The Weasley twins pretended to vomit in unison.

"- Of course, there's more! I also invited the friendly little Cupid with a greeting card!"

Lockhart waved his wand happily, and the door suddenly opened. A line of gloomy dwarves with golden wings on their backs walked in from outside the door.

They walked along the aisle in the middle of the long table, playing the harp and singing lingering love songs in hoarse voices.

Almost everyone showed an expression of endurance.

"I suddenly don't feel so hungry. I'll leave first."

Wade put down his fork, patted Michael's shoulder, and stood up and left the table.

"Wait, I want to leave too."

Michael grabbed a sandwich and saw Padma still staring at Professor Lockhart in front of him. He suddenly felt unhappy and reached out to pull her arm.

"Let's go, Padma."

The girl reluctantly stood up from the table and walked out with them, saying as she walked:

"Although the songs sung by the dwarves are quite ugly, Professor Lockhart really prepared them carefully, didn't he? Those flowers are really nice. Valentine's Day at Hogwarts has never been so romantic..."

Michael looked at her expressionlessly and asked, "Who are you? Are you Hermione who drank Polyjuice Potion?"

Padma burst out laughing and laughed: "Oh my God, Michael, you look so cute when you are jealous!"

"I'm not jealous!" Michael said stiffly: "I'm just stating my opinion."

"Okay, okay. Sorry, I just think pink is a good day today."

Padma was so good-tempered that she held his arm, and as soon as their bodies came close to each other, Michael's dissatisfaction quickly disappeared.

Vader silently rolled his eyes and stepped away from them.

As they were going out, they heard Lockhart's voice——

"They'll be wandering around the school delivering Valentine's Day cards for you! ... Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion? Or learn how to charm people with Professor Flitwick's magic... That one Cunning old dog!"