Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Worse than all of this was Lockhart.

To ease the tension at school, he took it upon himself to organize a Valentine's Day event where "Little Cupids" carrying greeting cards—actually ugly little dwarves—would read aloud love letters written to you. The only thing Harry was thankful for was that he didn't receive anything that might embarrass him.

Ron was furious because Hermione consistently disagreed with him on how to treat Lockhart. He suspected that one of the forty-odd Valentine's Day cards Lockhart received was for Hermione.

"That Gilderoy Lockhart, I've never seen anyone worse than him!"

Even Malfoy was almost at his wit's end with Lockhart.

"My dad was right. Dumbledore has completely lost his mind. Look at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors he's hired these past two years! They're getting worse every year! Last year he was just stuttering, but this year? He should be a ridiculous actor in the drama club!"

If there's anything about Lockhart that pleases him, it's that he always invites Harry Potter to perform with him in class.

Almost every time, that annoying scarred guy plays the comical role, which certainly provides a lot of laughs. But seeing the same routine too often gets boring.

This time, they pulled off another Valentine's Day stunt...

He is Draco Malfoy!

Who doesn't know how popular Slytherin is?

Are there few people who want to confess their feelings to themselves?

But if someone confessed their love to him in this kind of situation, he would rather die!

"If anyone dares to write me a greeting card and embarrass me, I'll teach them a lesson!" Draco immediately declared. This immediately dissuaded Pansy, who was sitting not far from him.

At noon, Malfoy complained about the matter to Cyrus again.

He had almost come to regard Cyrus as a true friend, calling him "Little Soup" affectionately.

Sometimes Cyrus would remind him, "I'm older than your father, even he has to respect me, how can you call me Little Tom?"

Draco always seemed completely unconcerned.

“Let’s stick to our own way of addressing each other. He calls you uncle, and I’ll call you brother!”

Draco didn't hesitate to give himself a super seniority boost. But if Lucius knew he called Voldemort "Little Tom," he'd be kneeling before Draco and calling him "Dad" sooner or later!

Cyrus, however, didn't seem to care.

All I need to do is be Draco's "close friend".

“I think this might not be such a bad thing,” Cyrus said deliberately. “You should take advantage of this opportunity.”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you think this is something to be ashamed of, what about other people? I see you seem to really dislike Harry Potter? Why don't you try writing him a nameless greeting card? How about something like, 'His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads'?"

"Look at how this big star humiliated himself in public!"

Cyrus had no recollection of his brief collaboration with Harry to steal potions, and he was ruthless in his attempts to trick people.

"You're a genius!" Malfoy jumped up.

“Write! You have to write! Just write it the way you said! To be honest, I’ve hated his eyes for a long time.” And he had a new idea.

"And we'll have those dwarves read it out during Potions class!" he said smugly.

But Cyrus slowly typed out a question mark.

"You probably don't know, Headmaster Snape hates Harry Potter the most!" Malfoy thought Cyrus was unaware of the intricacies of the situation, and immediately explained excitedly to him, "If the Headmaster's class is interrupted, you can imagine that Potter is doomed!"

To say to Snape that Harry's eyes were as green as freshly pickled toads?

You're something else, Draco Malfoy!

It's still uncertain who's going to die!

Don't you know that Snape hated every pore of Harry's body, except for his eyes?

If I give you the swear word "Mudblood," you can clean toilets for a whole semester; if I give you Valentine's Day, you'll be able to perfectly avoid it! Even the five-star wizard MacArthur said:

When it comes to courting death, even I can't beat Draco Malfoy!

When Malfoy started courting disaster, it was already too late!

If God made me compare myself to Malfoy in terms of death, I would kill God without hesitation!

The epic documentary series "The Draco Malfoy Saga" continues to air!

Chapter 48 Neither good nor evil is pure enough, hence the suffering (3,000 words)

Malfoy put his plan into action during Charms class that afternoon. He also wanted to do something similar to Harry in Potions class, but unfortunately, the last Potions class of the week was yesterday.

For the entire class, Malfoy waited to see what would happen. He placed his black diary on the top left corner of his desk.

“We’ll continue learning the Freezing Spell today.” Flitwick stood on his book at first base; otherwise, his head probably wouldn’t have been as tall as the podium. He was very enthusiastic, though. “The incantation for the Freezing Spell is *immobulus*. Note the difference between that and another spell, *glacius*. Of course, you haven’t learned that yet.”

"Normally, freezing spells only work on moving objects, but—"

"Hey, you! Harry Potter!"

A short, gloomy-looking man burst into the classroom, interrupting Professor Flitwick's lesson. The entire class craned their necks to look at the man, who was almost as tall as Professor Flitwick, and Harry immediately realized he was doomed.

Receiving a Valentine's Day card in front of so many people, especially Draco Malfoy, was incredibly infuriating. Harry wanted to run away. But class was still in session. And several dwarves had already surrounded his desk, making it impossible to move. Even Ron and Neville, who were sitting next to him, had been pushed out of the way.

Harry's gaze seemed to plead for help as he looked out. He saw a look of fear and concern on Ron's face, while Professor Flitwick on the podium covered his face in exasperation, as if wondering why someone like Lockhart was a Ravenclaw student. Across from him, the annoying Malfoy was smiling more happily than ever.

“I have a musical message to deliver to Harry Potter in person,” the dwarf said, striking the harp with an aggressive air.

“Not here,” Harry said in a low voice, almost pleading.

"Stop right there!" the dwarf grunted, grabbing Harry's schoolbag to prevent him from escaping.

"Let me go!" Harry yelled, yanking on his backpack. He didn't care if he was in class anymore; he'd rather die!

With a loud tearing sound, his schoolbag was ripped in two. His books, wand, parchment, and quill clattered to the floor, with the ink bottle shattered on top.

Harry frantically grabbed at the things scattered on the ground, trying to pick them all up before the dwarves started singing.

The classroom was in complete chaos, but Malfoy's voice pierced through the noise like a sharp bayonet, striking Harry directly.

"What's going on?" Malfoy asked in a cold and contemptuous tone. But his heart was far more excited than he appeared. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

He's laughing at me!

Harry panicked completely and just wanted to escape, but the dwarf grabbed his knees and threw him heavily to the ground.

“Alright,” he said, plopping down on Harry’s lap, “this is your Valentine’s Day gift with a song:

His eyes were as green as freshly pickled toads.

His hair was as black and elegant as a blackboard.

"The scar on his head is as magical as lightning."

"I hope he's mine, he's really handsome."

"That's Harry Scarhead!"

"All right!"

Professor Flitwick finally couldn't stand it anymore; it was probably the first time the students had ever seen the usually mild-mannered Professor Flitwick so angry.

"I'm still in class!"

He picked up his wand and cast a spell, but instead of hitting the dwarf directly, it struck near its feet, leaving a fist-sized crater in the ground and banishing the dwarf.

But Harry didn't feel any better at all.

He was willing to hand over all the gold coins in Gringotts, hoping to vanish into thin air on the spot. He bravely forced himself to laugh along with everyone else, but Malfoy was the one laughing the loudest in the entire class.

Laughing with Malfoy was more of a torment for him.

the most important is--

"This isn't a confession at all, it's definitely Malfoy's doing!" Harry declared confidently. "Only he would call me Scarface!"

“You’re right.” Ron nodded, his face full of regret. “It’s infuriating that we didn’t think of such a good trick to fool Malfoy?”

Harry also felt it was a pity, but it was too late to say anything now. Potions class was their last class of the day and the week. After class, Malfoy would return to the Slytherin common room.

But Harry was still unwilling to give up. He could no longer concentrate on the lesson, and his eyes, filled with hatred, stared at Malfoy behind his round glasses.

Then he saw Malfoy, as if he had encountered something wonderful, slump over the table and take out a black notebook to write. However, the distance between them was too great, and Harry could not see what Malfoy was writing.

"I don't think Potter really liked your Valentine's Day gift!"

This line of text seeped into the diary and appeared before Cyrus.

My New Year's gift to Harry Potter?

Cyrus rolled his eyes. Who was it that loved Harry Potter so deeply?

He responded immediately:

"Not me, but you! I bet his expression must have been priceless!"

"Completely correct!"

Through the words, Cyrus could feel Malfoy's immense joy at that moment. He probably felt there was no more wonderful moment in the world.

However, what Cyrus didn't know was that Harry had been watching Malfoy's every move.

Fortunately, a black notebook like this is so common that even after hearing Ginny's description, Harry didn't suspect anything. After all, they had already ruled out Malfoy as the thief.