Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 145 The Child's Diary and Love Chocolate

"What are you looking at?"

Harry felt extremely uncomfortable under the gazes of those around him—he had always admired Damon's tolerance for such things, and he remembered being criticized for his Parsley speech a few months ago, a feeling he really didn't want to experience a second time—but for better or worse, Damon never seemed to care.

Doesn't he have anything he cares about?

"Me? Look, this is what that girl gave me yesterday."

Damon unfolded the thin booklet in his hand for Harry to see; it was full of handwritten names.

Our children

Mister Whitelands White Ah Cerber White Lee Gray White

Albert Hans Whitesingfrey Whitemeris White.
Faced with a dense, almost suffocating string of names, he didn't react at first.

"Why are there so many names here?"

But as soon as he asked the question, he suddenly connected the dots, his eyes widening like a bull's, "These are all the names she came up with for your future children?"

"Yes, I felt like I was sexually harassed."

Damon smiled and then mysteriously produced a piece of chocolate—"Would you like some chocolate, Harry?"

"No, I don't want to, thank you."

He remembered that among the gifts the girls gave him yesterday were chocolates. Normally, he would enjoy eating chocolates, but now...
"What? There's chocolate? Why only Harry? Dude, that's not fair."

Ron had just sat down when he saw Damon feeding Harry and heard Harry say he didn't want to eat. He immediately let out a "whoosh" and took a big bite out of the chocolate that Damon had already opened.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed in alarm.

"What's wrong, buddy? It's just one piece of your chocolate, why are you being so stingy?"

Ron thoroughly enjoyed Harry's exclamation. Sitting on Damon's other side, he contentedly continued chewing, muttering to himself, "Damon, how come you've gotten into the habit of eating chocolate in broad daylight? That's not good, it'll affect your appetite!!!!!"

Ron suddenly let out a call that was difficult to understand.

His hands suddenly relaxed and slumped in his seat. Harry saw his expression turn blank and couldn't help but ask Damon:

What's inside this chocolate?

“A little magic of love.” Damon smiled at him, looking very ‘harmless.’ “This chocolate should allow the person eating it to ‘taste’ the romantic scene that the giver has imagined in their mind.”

Harry swallowed hard and looked at Ron, whose eyes were vacant.

"Ron...are you...are you alright?"

Ron turned his head in a daze, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"I feel like I was just assaulted."

"How's it going, buddy? Want some chocolate?"

Ron looked at Damon, then at Harry, and finally said nothing. He just sat there blankly in his chair, not eating breakfast.

"Oh, poor little Ronnie, didn't you see the Weasley label on the chocolate?"

"Of course he didn't see it, after all, our little Ronnie is a fool~"

The Weasley twins suddenly appeared behind Ron and put their arms around his shoulders.

Ron suddenly screamed and was pushed back down as he tried to stand up.

"Damn it! You guys made this chocolate?"

"Not doing—"

"—It's an invention."

"To be precise, its full name is Love Magic Chocolate—"

"—I'll remember that, so don't make the same mistake next time."

Ron felt like he was going crazy.

But then, Damon encouraged Gemini:
"This product is pretty good. It only stimulates the brain but doesn't harm the body, hahahahaha."

"It would be our honor to satisfy you."

"—Respected BOSS." The two bowed respectfully to Damon and left quickly—because of Damon's existence, the love chocolates alone had made them a fortune.

"Like an idiot."

Hermione, seeing Ron's dejected expression, couldn't help but say to Damon:

"Won't this kind of magic chocolate have side effects? If you suddenly have an intimate experience with someone, wouldn't that affect your judgment of that person? Wouldn't that be similar to an aphrodisiac?"

"Don't worry, the twins said this feeling is more like a dream—you all know what a dreaming experience is like, right? You can't fall in love with someone just because of a dream, can you?"

Yes, there are.

Hermione's voice suddenly lowered, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Damon.

Harry found it a little strange and asked with concern:
Hermione, are you feeling unwell?

"no!"

Hermione abruptly looked up at him, her expression "fierce".

Harry felt a little wronged—he was just trying to be nice to you, why are you being so fierce?
However, when he dreamed of Qiu Zhang that night, and saw Qiu Zhang again the next day, he realized how foolish he had been.
"What are you talking about?"

Cho Chang naturally sat down next to Harry and joined the conversation—Harry's lips immediately curled up.

"They're talking about magic chocolates—someone gave Damon chocolates that make people dream of love."

Harry recounted the events to Cho Chang as concisely as possible.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

Ron thought Cho Chang was asking him a question and was about to look up to answer when he realized that Cho Chang was looking at Damon.

In a secluded corner, where no one paid attention, he shrugged and heard his sister Ginny's voice beside him.

"Ron, what are you doing? I could hear you yelling from far away. It's really embarrassing."

Ron's face flushed red.

"I'm your older brother, how could you say I'm a disgrace! Mom even told me to take good care of you at school!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think I need it—maybe you look like you need more care?"

Ron wanted to say something more, but ultimately gave up.

He felt that if the argument continued, he would be the one to lose face.

Oh well, nobody here cares about him anyway.

A wave of grief and indignation washed over him, and amidst the constant chatter around him, Ron buried his head in his food and kept eating!

However, he was soon drawn to a commotion in a corner of the auditorium—a group of students were casting spells on the auditorium with their wands—flowers were constantly "generating" out of thin air, presumably transferred from elsewhere—and before long, through their collective efforts, the entire auditorium was surrounded by flowers.

Next is the ceiling.

He saw Professor Flitwick stand up from his seat and wave his wand wildly at the ceiling.

Amidst the gasps of surprise from the students looking up, the auditorium ceiling was transformed into a design never before seen—previously, the style was chosen from the four colleges, and the college theme of the College Cup winner could usually be maintained at the school for a semester, except for occasional special holidays—but Valentine's Day was never here.

"Even the professors are caught up in the holiday spirit? It's just Valentine's Day."

"Watch your attitude! Valentine's Day is a very important holiday!"

Ron had barely muttered anything when Ginny warned him—his expression became even more utterly hopeless.

When he met Harry's gaze, he smiled helplessly.

As for Damon—he didn't need to look to know that Damon would definitely laugh at all of this—but he knew that Damon wouldn't laugh at him.

Therefore, he no longer cares about these matters of saving face.

"Are you ok?"

A somewhat ethereal voice rang out.

Ron turned his head and found Luna, whom he couldn't quite handle, looking at him curiously.

(End of this chapter)