Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 149, Section 147: This behavior seriously disrupts campus discipline.

Lockhart clapped his hands, and twelve sullen-faced dwarves strode in through the doors leading to the foyer. Their most distinctive features were their large, red, bulbous noses. Unlike ordinary dwarves, Lockhart had them all adorned with golden wings and carrying harps.

"My friendly little Cupids with greeting cards!" Lockhart said cheerfully, seemingly wanting to share his joy. "They're going to be wandering around the school today, handing out Valentine's Day cards to you all!"

"And that's not all the fun!"

"Why didn't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to concoct a love potion?! I think he's very good at it."

"As far as I know, Professor Sprout's love flowers are about to bloom. We must give them to our sweethearts before they wither, and they will receive the blessing of love."

"You can also have Professor Trelawney tell your destiny partner, if her predictions are accurate."

"Professor Flitwick is more skilled in captivating magic than any wizard I have ever seen. Look at that cunning old dog."

With each sentence spoken, the professor whose name was called darkened more and more. After he finished speaking, Professor McGonagall, the only one whose name wasn't called, had a face so dark that no other color could be seen. Why did it stop when it came to her?

The young wizard was destined not to get the answers he wanted from the professor.

However, these little dwarfs were very loyal in carrying out their "mission"—delivering love letters, and even reading them aloud in public.

"What shameful play?"

Harry watched as a young wizard struggled to escape, only to be surrounded by the group of dwarves, who then read the contents of his love letter aloud in front of everyone, leaving the wizard looking utterly dejected. Harry couldn't help but sigh.

"I wonder who will be the second unlucky one."

"I see him! It's him! Harry Potter!"

One of the short men pointed at Harry and shouted so loudly that almost the entire Great Hall could hear him.

"Could it be... mine?" Harry froze the moment he heard his name.

I hope there's nothing strange inside.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be so popular."

Malfoy seized the opportunity to mock him mercilessly.

"Look, it's Malfoy. Perfect timing. I have three letters from him here."

Malfoy: "???"

He seemed to be under a petrification spell; his body was even stiffer than Harry's.

Having your love letter read aloud in public? How embarrassing!

No, absolutely not!

Malfoy's already pale lips became even more bloodless.

"And Longbottom! Wow, five of them."

The little dwarfs' gazes fell on Neville, who was watching the show.

"Me too?" Neville was completely baffled. He was just an ordinary little wizard, so why had he suddenly become so popular?

In fact, on the night of the Duelists Club event, Neville defeated Lockhart with a spell, and he won the hearts of many young witches.

The little dwarves' gaze shifted again, this time to Ron, who was standing next to Neville.

"Hmm." Ron cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and looked like he was ready.

then

"Get out of the way, redhead, don't block the way."

The dwarfs roughly shoved him away.

Ron: ?

"What about mine?"

"Dexter, look, it's Dursley! I've found him! Eighty letters in total!"

The little dwarfs gathered together, pointed at Dudley and let out a delighted scream. They could almost complete half of the task in one go, how could they not be happy?

"I didn't expect you to be so popular! Let me see who wrote these messages for you."

Hermione nudged Dudley and said with a smile, her tone very gentle, but...

With a snap, the quill pen in my hand broke.

A total of eighty love letters. More than Lockhart.

However, he didn't have the most; the person with the most had a full 108 letters.

Madison, a first-year student at Ravenclaw.

In fact, there were quite a few Cedric wizards, second only to Dudley and Lockhart in popularity, but he wasn't in the Great Hall at this time.

"And Miss Granger, there are a total of twenty love letters!"

"Hey, let me see who's got the nerve." Dudley looked around with an unfriendly expression.

Everyone in the discipline team received a lot of love letters.

When the little dwarf arrived, they wanted to grab Dudley and hear him read aloud the contents of his love letter, but they had clearly chosen the wrong person.

"Your behavior has seriously disrupted discipline."

"One of the responsibilities of the discipline group is to improve the school's atmosphere."

Seeing that Dudley's tone was unfriendly, the little dwarfs all gathered around him.

"Hey, big guy, you want a fight? Let me tell you, there are twenty of us!"

"Today you have to listen, whether you want to or not."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of flexing his muscles.

You have muscles, but we're not bad either.

However, these little dwarfs clearly had no idea what the name Dursley meant.

They were simply employed by Lockhart.

"Does more people mean more strength?"

Dudley smiled calmly, then snapped his fingers lightly.

A blue whirlwind suddenly appeared, and a large group of chattering Cornish elves appeared before everyone.

"I have a lot of people with me now."

"Get them out!"

Dudley pointed at the little dwarf in front of him.

The Cornish elves immediately swarmed over.

Little vandals, get moving!

Although they were not as strong or capable as Pixie, they were still much stronger than the group of dwarfs, and their numbers were several times greater.

A single Peeves has limited destructive power, but a group of Peeves is a truly terrifying force.

"Stop! Let go of me!"

"Get out of here!"

"Oh my god, my ears!"

The little dwarfs started by shouting, then they cursed, and finally they wailed.

One by one, they were thrown out of the castle.

The Valentine's Day atmosphere ended before it even began.

Although some of the little witches felt a little regretful, they were mostly relieved.

Lockhart had intended to stop them, but in the end he opened his mouth but did nothing. He recognized the group of Cornish elves; they seemed to be the same ones he had brought with him before.

Inside the Great Hall, a pair of eyes filled with hatred were fixed on the Discipline Group, or more precisely, on Hermione within the Discipline Group.

Valentine's Day had barely passed when, as expected, happened.

Just as the professor's patrol was starting to relax their guard because they hadn't caught anyone, another accident occurred.

This time it wasn't a cat, but a student who was attacked.

A ghost was also attacked with him.

Fortunately, it was not death.

The two were petrified on the spot.

He still used chicken blood to leave a line of small words on the wall.

However, this time the content is very targeted.

"You're next, you filthy mudblood!"

"Hermione Granger!"

(End of this chapter)