Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

Because of Cassandra's assistance, Lockhart seldom made a fool of himself, and basically maintained the dignity of a traffic star.

It's just that Hermione had seen through him a long time ago, and didn't bother to care about his troubles.

Once most of the students were seated, Lockhart, wearing bright pink robes to match the ornaments, waved everyone to silence.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart exclaimed. "So far, 110 people have sent me greeting cards, and I would like to express my gratitude to them!"

"At the same time, I also prepared some small surprises for everyone, I hope you will like it."

Lockhart clapped his hands and strode in through the doors leading into the hall to a dozen sullen-faced short men.

And they were different from ordinary dwarves. Lockhart made them all have golden wings and harps on their backs.

"They are the gods of love I invited, if anyone wants to pass the greeting card, just give it to them."

"And they will pass the greeting card to your sweetheart in the most solemn way, and make sure everyone knows."

Hearing this, many students showed Spartan expressions.

Would any stupid troll express his love this way?

The whole school knows about it. Doesn't anyone feel ashamed of this method?

Apparently there are people who don't find this ashamed, but rather honoured.

For example, Lockhart, the crazy performer on the main stage, his brain circuits would never be understood by normal people.

"In addition, I also invited Miss Cassandra Malfoy, those who want to write must be prepared."

However, Lockhart's words instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the entire Hogwarts.

Countless people took out their schoolbags, didn't even eat, and started writing letters.

Hermione watched all this dumbfounded, and quickly stood up to make a statement.

That's her friend Cassandra!

What do you have to do with her, you haven't even spoken to her!

But seeing that everyone was writing furiously, she quickly sat down and took out the parchment and started writing.

"Come on, let me see what you've written, most beautiful Cupid...that's so nasty George!"

"You dare to say me, look at the Fred you wrote, you are the moon god in my heart...Oh my god, I really want to vomit!"

After the red-haired twins finished tugging, they turned to look at Ron again, and then exclaimed: "Ron, what are you doing, let's get well!"

"I'm doing homework, don't bother me!"

Ron blushed and quickly hid the parchment.

Harry on the other side had a dark face, and he clearly saw that the first line of the parchment was addressed to Miss Malfoy.

Ron, you actually betrayed me too?

Harry has an urge to stand up and shout, does the whole of Hogwarts like Cassandra?

Obviously he is the leader of Gryffindor, and everyone was still calling Harry Potter the king of Gryffindor before Christmas!

Ah... yes, before Christmas.

After Christmas, everyone seems to gradually forget the carnival before Christmas.

After all, Harry Potter's opponent was not in school at all.

How does this make Harry fight against Cassandra to become king?

Just as everyone in the school was writing furiously, a shouting letter hit Lockhart in the face.

Lockhart looked blank, and then smiled and said, "Someone sent me a Valentine's Day Howler letter. This is really a huge surprise."

Lockhart opened the Howler letter with stiff fingers, and at this moment he became the focus of everyone on the stage.

Some professors who came to have breakfast watched all this with great interest.

They also dared not speak out about Lockhart's nonsense.

Now, it seems that someone can vent their anger on their behalf.

The roaring letter gradually turned into an elegant arc, and then Cassandra's voice sounded.

"Lockhart, your bonus for this year is gone."

That short sentence made Lockhart's complexion change drastically, and his face turned ashen.

The bonus is not within the scope of the contract, it all depends on the mood of the boss.

Although the nominal boss is Lucius, Lockhart knows that Cassandra is his boss.

Many students didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while, but Lockhart's pale face was enough for them to laugh out loud.

And many smart people also realized that Cassandra probably won't come.

"Lockhart failed to invite Cassandra."

"Our god of beauty, our love, our first love."

The red-haired brother hummed the funeral march, and tore up his letter with a look of despair. The students in the Li Auditorium also started to laugh and make noise.

It was to ridicule Lockhart, but also to relieve each other's embarrassment. For a while, the whole auditorium was filled with joy and incomparable harmony.

Even Lockhart adjusted: "It seems that we have all been rejected by Miss Malfoy... But it doesn't matter, Valentine's Day will continue, and our little Cupids are still accepting commissions."

After speaking, Lockhart obediently returned to his seat, thinking about how to write a letter to Cassandra so as to save his bonus.

Most of the students lost interest when they heard that Cassandra was not coming.

Hermione also put down the paper in her hand, her cheeks flushed a little.

Just now, because she was too anxious and worried that she would not be able to compare with others, what she wrote was too outrageous.

Looking at it now, she felt as if her body was burning.

Not far away, Luna also put down the pen and paper regretfully. She even put on special glasses and was waiting for Cassandra's return.

I haven't seen her for two months, and I miss her a little bit.

Luna, who was about to take off her glasses, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head.

She subconsciously turned her head to look, and found that Harry was lowering his head, as if thinking about something.

A heavy pressure swept over Luna's brain, making Luna want to tremble and flee.

It was the most evil and foul magic, spreading through Harry's head, and just looking at it made Luna want to vomit.

But Luna didn't look away.

How could she see her friend's lover in danger and ignore it?

141 3/3 Reappearance of the Chamber of Secrets

Breakfast time passed quickly, and the students began to prepare for class.

The fact that everyone collectively wrote greeting cards to Cassandra has become a joke in school.

Only a few people actually write greeting cards to the shorties, ask them to help deliver them, and read them aloud to the noise of music.

This is simply the cruelest public execution.

No, right now the dwarves were whistling and chasing a white senior Hufflepuff boy.

Seeing the way the boy stumbled, he was obviously frightened.

The rest of the ordinary students happily watched the joke while anticipating who would be the next victim.

Because sending greeting cards can be anonymous, so some guys with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes.

The red-haired twins, for example, were already debating whether to send Snape a greeting card.

At the beginning of the greeting card, they all thought it out: to my favorite Mr. Big Bat with greasy hair.

The byline would be Filch, or simply Lockhart.

But considering the possibility of being poured a whole crucible potion with their noses pinched, they rationally chose to give up, and then planned to send a blessing to their relatives and friends.

Give Harry the first one.

On Harry's side, he walked towards the professor with his head down, only feeling that there was an extra heart on his forehead, beating non-stop.

Ron on the side was still chattering: "That guy is really annoying, even if you do this kind of thing, you can't do it with great fanfare!"

"So who do you want to send the letter to, Cassandra?"

Harry's sudden question stunned Ron.

He faltered and refuted loudly: "How can you defile people's innocence out of thin air!"

It's a pity that the blushing face made him lose the last trust of Harry.

Sure enough, everyone around him was captured by Cassandra.

Even if Cassandra isn't at school.

Is the gap between him and Cassandra really that big?

Suddenly, the sound of blowing and blowing was approaching, and Harry and Ron stopped arguing, but looked at the shorty's team, waiting for the next unlucky guy to come on stage.

"Hey, you! Harry Potter!"

A short man with a particularly gloomy face stopped Harry, and then walked towards Harry with his arms thrown open.

This made Ron on the side look terrified, and asked quickly, "Let's run away."

Ron simply didn't want to die, and he felt that Harry thought so too.

However, Harry glared at Ron: "Do you think no one will send me a greeting card? Do you think this must be a prank?"

"Why should I think so?"

Ron felt a little baffled, and wanted to do something, but was suddenly held back by a girl.

"Ron, this is Harry's business, don't interfere."

The girl, also with red hair and a little rosy cheeks, was Ginny.

She sent Harry an anonymous greeting card through these short cupids.