"I don't think the descendants of Slytherin would be stupid enough to commit crimes in such a storm." Hermione said a little annoyed. She had just watched a bishop of Silver drop her knight off the horse and dragged her out of the board, so she was a little furious.

"Don't be angry with Hermione, your chess level has improved very quickly." Silver said, pushing his knight forward, and Hermione's king was in danger. "Maybe it's because the Slytherin monster needs to hibernate."

Due to the three attacks in the past and after, the vigilance of teachers and students in the Hogwarts school had risen to the highest point. However, for some reason, the attack stopped. So Silver and others, who were idle, stayed in the public lounge to play wizard chess. Hermione's talent in wizard chess was similar to her talent on riding a flying broom. So she repeatedly failed to fight with Silver and Pettier sisters.

"Hermione, if you are not careful, the game will be over again." Parvati squeezed into Hermione's chair and reminded.

"I know-" Hermione said impatiently. At this time, Silver's Bishop knocked Hermione's King to the ground. "Oh, it's the same again-" Hermione was about to go crazy.

"Jack, you should let Hermione have been playing wizard chess since you were a child, which is unfair to Hermione." Padma, who was sitting at Silver's feet, closed the book in his hand and said.

"What, why didn't you realize this when you abuse Hermione before? I have to let Hermione go." Silver complained. "Wait, I suddenly feel that what you said makes sense. It's really not good for me to do this, and I will definitely change it in the future." Silver changed his mouth when he saw the three girls pulling out the wands in his pockets.

"Okay, Jack, let's have another plate." Hermione said gritting her teeth...

Although the attack has temporarily stopped, no one dared to relax his vigilance. The students were still escorted by teachers to attend class. Only Professor Lockhart thought this was a waste of time. One day, when Ravenclaw's students lined up to take the transformation class, Silver overheard him say this to Professor McGonagall.

"I don't think there will be any more trouble, Minerva," he said, tapping his nose tacitly, and blinking his eyes, "I think the secret room will never be opened this time. Those criminals must have known that I will catch them sooner or later, it's just a matter of time. It's wise to stop now when I haven't started to clean them up yet.

"You know, the school needs to boost morale now and eliminate the things that happened in memory of the last semester! I'm not comfortable talking about it now, but I think I'm confident..." He knocked on his nose again and walked away with big strides.

When he had breakfast on February 14, everyone knew what Lockhart was using to boost morale. Silver slept in and got up and had fun that day. When he came to the auditorium, he thought he had walked the wrong door for a moment.

The four walls were covered with large and dazzling pink flowers. To make matters worse, many heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling. Silver walked towards Ravenclaw's dining table, and Terry Butt and others looked disgusted.

What's going on?" Silver asked them, sitting down and brushing away the confetti that fell on his smoked bacon.

Antonin Goldstein pointed at the teacher's dining table, obviously disgusted with it. Lockhart waved his hand to quiet everyone in a bright pink robe that matched the ornaments. The teachers sitting opposite him were all stern. Harry could see from where he sat that a muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek protruded. Snape looked like someone had just poured him a big glass of strong wine.

"Happy Valentine's Day for everyone!" Lockhart said loudly, "So far, forty-five people have given me greeting cards, and I would like to express my gratitude to them! Yes, I have made my own decisions and arranged this little surprise for everyone - and more than that!"

Lohat clapped his hands and strode through the several doors leading to the foyer into the twelve gloomy dwarfs. And they were different from ordinary dwarfs, Lohat made them all wear golden wings and carry harp.

"My friendliness, little love god with greeting cards!" Lockhart said happily, "They are going to wander around the school today and deliver Valentine's Day cards to you! There is more than that! I believe my colleagues are willing to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to prepare ecstasy! If you are interested, Professor Flitvie is more proficient in fascinating magic than any wizard I have ever seen, that cunning old dog!"

Professor Frieve buried his face in his hands. Looking at Snape's expression, it seemed that if anyone asked him about the preparation of ecstasy drugs, he would be forced to pour poison.

The short men kept breaking into their classrooms and delivering Valentine's Day greeting cards, which made the teachers very annoyed. Silver also encountered a lot of trouble - he had to cast a forgetting spell on the short men who came to send him greeting cards. Later, Silver didn't remember how many times he had tampered with the memories of the short men.

After the spell class, Silver hurried to the common room, where the dwarf could not get into. But halfway through, he encountered something interesting. He saw a dwarf suddenly caught up with Harry-

"I have a message of the soundtrack to be conveyed to Harry Potter in person." The dwarf said, plucking the harp with an aggressive attitude. Harry seemed to want to resist, but he was not the dwarf's opponent. In the struggle, Harry's schoolbag was torn in half. His book, wand, parchment paper and quill fell to the floor in a slam, and the ink bottle broke on the top. Harry lay on the ground and was in a hurry, trying to pick up everything before the dwarf started singing, which resulted in traffic jams in the corridor.

"What's going on?" Draco Malfoy's cold, swaying voice came. "It turned out to be the famous Porter. Have you received a Valentine's Day greeting card and want to share it with us?"

"Why is it so messy?" Percy Weasley came. Harry looked completely panicked. "Okay," said the short man, sitting on Harry's knees, "This is your Valentine's Day gift with singing: his eyes are green like a freshly pickled toad, he is as black and chic as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome, a warrior who conquered the black devil."
Chapter completed!