"I think the students should be encouraged." Lockhart suddenly appeared beside him.

Nietzsche turned his head and found that the professor was wearing a pink robe and winking at him, as if he had done something worthy of praise.

It was as if he had invented another spell.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart put his right arm around Nietzsche, wrapped him around him, and pulled him in. "So far, I have received more than 40 greeting cards, and other professors will also participate!"

But Nietzsche didn't want to go with him, because the professors in the guest of honor had frighteningly gloomy faces.

Those colorful confetti floated on their faces, which seemed very out of place, but this was still good... Flitwick covered his face directly, and he didn't even want to admit that he was a graduate of Ravenclaw.

Not only those "star rain" that would defile the food, but also a dozen dwarfs dressed as Cupid appeared with Lockhart.

On Valentine's Day, Snape's potion class seemed to have become a refuge for those students.

"Now only the outside of the Potions classroom is enchanted, and those dwarves can't get in." At noon, the Hufflepuffs who had just finished class seemed to have had a good sleep, "Only this way can we feel better."

In addition to the Potions class, there is the classroom where Nietzsche is.

In a spell class in the morning, several dwarves with golden wings and harps ran in impatiently, but when Professor Flitwick showed an annoyed expression, Nietzsche would throw them out.

He didn't even turn around, just sat in his original position, turned the wand gracefully, and the wings used for decoration were crushed.

"What a neat spell!" Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and said calmly, "I hope you can practice more, and the knowledge you have learned... Slytherin plus five points~"

"The professor who imparts knowledge is the most important." Nietzsche said modestly.

This can be regarded as a reminder to many Slytherins.

So in the next few classes, they all began to show their unique magical talents - petrification, repulsion and expulsion, which made the dwarves dare to stay outside the door and smash the harps in their hands.

As soon as they opened the door, half of the Slytherins in the classroom turned their heads and pointed their wands at the door.

Dwarfs: They must have opened the door in the wrong way.

But when the get out of class was over, it was unavoidable. When Gryffindor and Slytherin exchanged classrooms, a dwarf slightly avoided Nietzsche's group and then stood against the wall.

"Hey! That Harry Potter!" it shouted, "I have a letter for the soundtrack that needs to be delivered to you personally."

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

"Okay, I know... Don't be here..." Harry blushed and pulled his bag tightly to escape.

"Stop!"

The dwarf grabbed his bag, and the two of them pulled the bag towards each other. As a result, with the hissing sound of the cloth, the books, ink bottles, and parchment all fell to the ground.

Harry hurriedly picked up the things, but the next second, the dwarf hugged his thigh.

"His eyes are as green as a lazy toad...

I hope he is mine, because he is the knight who conquered the Dark Lord."

The dwarf's scream made Harry's eyes lose their luster. He kicked the dwarf away, turned his head mechanically, and finally lowered his head and buried his face in the pile of papers... He really wanted to snap his fingers like Dobby did and make himself disappear.

The Gryffindor people also laughed with the group of little snakes watching the show.

"Which princess wrote this letter to you?" Theodore whistled and cheered. "Woohoo~ Green-eyed knight, come and get a princess to take him away~"

"You said it the other way around." Hubble lowered his voice and reminded behind him.

"Is...really?"

"Nervous, isn't it the knight who took the princess away?" Nietzsche also joked.

Then he pushed his classmates to continue walking forward, while giving Harry a meaningful smile.

Harry didn't know what to say, so he could only force himself to laugh awkwardly with everyone else, but Draco obviously wouldn't miss this opportunity, so he looked around and saw the red-haired girl in the crowd.

"I think the famous Mr. Potter doesn't like your Valentine's Day card!" Draco shouted viciously behind Ginny.

The girl's eyes instantly turned red, and she ran into the Charms classroom with her face covered, which made Percy very angry. He stepped forward and pinched Malfoy's shoulders hard, pushing him forward.

Although he only wanted to be the president of the student union, he was still a brother.

"Don't block the way!" Percy pushed him away.

However, Nietzsche was stunned for a moment. For the Valentine's Day card just now, he could guess that the writer was the one, but it contained many factors: such as Harry Potter's reputation and pranks in the school.

What if it was a girl who had been paying attention to Harry Potter for a long time?

Ginny Weasley did have this possibility, but under the interference of many factors, what Nietzsche saw was just a "possibility".

So Nietzsche couldn't help but think: 'How did Draco know? ’

Of course, he might just be at odds with Weasley, and just wanted to find an opportunity to be arrogant and habitually mock Harry Potter and Weasley, but... this habit plus the Polyjuice Potion exposed the problem.

Nietzsche is like a spider lying on the web, and can feel the movement of every spider silk.

'How could a little girl like Ginny, who is ignorant, tell such a secret to others? She can't speak when she sees Harry Potter on weekdays. '

Draco is really careless.

Long-standing habits are still difficult to change, even Polyjuice Potion can't cover it up.

Draco Malfoy never dreamed that his casual mockery would make Nietzsche discover that his surveillance target was Ginny Weasley, and the most regrettable thing is that he didn't realize his mistake.

Volume 1: Chapter 117 Hufflepuff's Anger

(Two in One)

On Valentine's Day, although the weather was also very cold, it was considered spring.

Nietzsche sat in the middle of the Slytherin table wearing a brown windbreaker, and Daphne caught a glimpse of the leather gloves he was wearing... because they were smaller in size, they looked like women's gloves.

"It suits you very well," she said.

"Really?" Nietzsche deliberately rubbed his palms back and forth.

"That's enough." Daphne saw his pride at a glance and said helplessly, "Let me guess... it must be Granger, right? Only she would give you a gift."

These words made Nietzsche very happy, but he did not show it.

But then, Hermione, who was far away in the lion pile, saw a heart-wrenching scene: Daphne seemed to hand a piece of letter paper to Nietzsche... was it a greeting card or chocolate?

Then she breathed a sigh of relief because Nietzsche just took it calmly.

"Recently, many people have joined Hufflepuff." Lavender took a large stack of names and casually spread them in front of several people, "Our duel club feels that it is the safest place because the professors are here."

After all, how could the basilisk in the chamber of secrets run under the noses of the professors?

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff have the most Muggle wizards, so their private communication is relatively friendly... only relatively speaking.

"Hmm~" Hermione absentmindedly moved the papers away.

"What's wrong?" Lavender followed her gaze and suddenly realized, then smiled wickedly, "I see... How about I say 'This is a card sent by an admirer of Lord Granger'?"

"Is that reasonable!"

Hermione grabbed the wizard hat at hand angrily, stood up and threw her roommate away.

Now, Hermione also began to hate Valentine's Day... To be precise, she had never hated this holiday so much, but by the next morning, she had no time to think about Nietzsche.

It was a refreshing morning, and she found Ron sitting sadly in a chair, and Harry and Neville were comforting him.

As for Hufflepuff, who had been having fun with everyone a while ago, just one night later, he looked at Gryffindor angrily, which even affected George and Fred's business.

"You know his parents are both Muggles!" Ernie Macmillan yelled at Ron.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was sleeping in the dormitory last night." Ron was upset by the yelling and naturally lost his patience. "If you don't believe me, ask Harry. I always fall asleep before him."

Ernie pounded the table, knocking the bowls and plates around.

After seeing Hermione coming, Cedric pulled his sleeves and then looked at Hermione Granger awkwardly. As a prefect, he didn't want the relationship between the two colleges to drop to the freezing point because of something.

"What did Ron do?" Hermione sat straight to the Hufflepuff table and crossed her legs.

"Justin was sent to the infirmary by the professor this morning." Ernie's voice unconsciously lowered when he found her coming. "Last night he said Weasley would take him to catch a chicken in the kitchen, but he died by the Black Lake in the morning!"

Justin Finch-Fletchley, an ordinary Muggle student.

Because they were very curious about Muggles, and the other party also wanted to hear about magic cars, he and Ron soon got together on the platform of the dueling club.

Justin had always been a little greedy for the rooster at the door, but he didn't expect Ron to have this plan. He was thinking of taking him to the kitchen to have a look, but the result was... Filch, who was patrolling the Black Lake, found him this morning.

Ernie was very angry and crushed the bread in his hand into a ball.

"Of course, your whole family is pure blood, and you are on the Pure Blood List, so of course you are not afraid!" He roared.

"Listen to me... Ron really doesn't know about this." Harry stood between them and explained patiently, "He hasn't even left the door."

"Really? Why don't you ask the fat lady guarding the dormitory door?" Ernie turned his head with disdain, not wanting to look at them, "Parseltongue... I thought of it a long time ago, maybe you are in the same group with the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

Hufflepuffs are surprisingly consistent in their attitudes.

Even those who had a good impression of Harry and Ron would never say a word before their classmates woke up.

Weasley's reputation was ruined as Draco imagined... He hid in the crowd and laughed.

But at this moment, the wizard who was wearing a tattered scarf and walking with his head down suddenly bumped into him. Draco immediately felt a sting in his arm, his hand was shaking all the time, and his sleeves and skin were connected together.

"Watch the road clearly, blind man!" Draco cursed, "You...ah!!"

"Hug...sorry." The man looked down and saw his right hand that had suffered extensive burns, and immediately nodded and ran away.

At this moment, Draco screamed again as Hermione reached out and grabbed his right arm.

"What are you going to do! What are you doing!!" His eyes bulged outwards, and he roared with anger and pain.

"Oh~ I'm sorry... I don't know." Although Hermione said this, her hands tightened, and the corners of her mouth even curled up slightly, "Why are your hands burned?"

The little Gryffindor is a complete devil in the eyes of the other party.

If he was just unconvinced and disgusted with Nietzsche, then he was completely afraid of Hermione Granger...horror...

The impression he made from the first meeting will always remain in his mind.

"Let go!" Draco tried his best to restrain his eyes from crying, "Is this all you have? My arm was damaged by practicing fire spells... Professor Snape, my hand is about to break..." .ah!"

"Granger!" Snape walked in from the hall, "Let go of your classmates."

Now that the Head of Slytherin had spoken, Hermione could only let go of her hand obediently.

"Professor, deduct points from her...I..." Draco's face turned pale, and he stumbled closer to the professor. The itching and pain that slowly recovered in his muscles and nerve tissue were mixed together.

"I didn't know you were injured like this by a fire spell." Hermione squinted at him.

"Okay, now you know." Snape turned around mechanically, looked at Draco and said, "Miss Granger just did it unintentionally, okay, now you go to my office to get the potion and apply it again. Once again.”

The dean interrupted Draco rudely, without any intention of deducting points, but drove him away with a few words.

This actually amazed the little wizards around.

Hermione suddenly thought of something and immediately ran to the outskirts of the courtyard. Sure enough, Nietzsche was already standing on a piece of charred land, and not a single rooster was alive in the area that was designated for breeding.

The surrounding scorched earth has spread to the roots of the Whomping Willow, and those willow branches hang weakly.

"There were two battles last night." Nietzsche squinted his eyes, squatted down, and pinched the dirt. "The first time was when Smaug chased Justin and Ron Weasley, and the second time was when the snake was killed. Strange and Smaug.”

He had noticed Draco's awkward walk in the common room that morning.

His dominant hand is his right hand, but he never swings when he walks, and he always bends his arms and holds them in front of his abdomen. The person who just hit someone was Nietzsche in disguise.

Draco's arm was burnt, the kind of burn that would cover a large area unless his dormitory was on fire.

"He took Justin outside on the pretext of going to the kitchen for a midnight snack, but Smaug was a fire dragon whose job was only to guard the chicken farm, so he launched an attack on them..."

Nietzsche continued calmly: "But Draco didn't expect this, so he could only run to the bottom of the Black Lake to avoid the fire dragon. This is why Filch found Justin on the edge of the Black Lake."

"Fire...the reflection of the flame on the lake surface made him see the basilisk!" Hermione thought about it and immediately understood what happened.

The basilisk may have climbed up from the bottom of the lake through the sewage pipe.

It seems that the professors blocked the girls' bathroom on the third floor, but there is no way to stop the basilisk, because that secret room may be connected to many sewage pipes, and just blocking the entrance is of little use.

"Maybe it wasn't just Draco and the basilisk last night, but someone..." Nietzsche spit out the thought slowly.

"Who?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "But doesn't he just want to bring Weasley into disrepute both outside and inside school?"

"I can't say. What is certain is that Draco became Ron not only to do this...perhaps the most important thing is to get close to Ginny Weasley."

In other words, there are two completely different people controlling the Basilisk and deceiving Justin.

But think about it carefully, why would Draco want to see a new student who came in this year, and this person is still a Weasley? In his heart, this kind of person is the most deserving of being cast aside.

"Ginny?" Hermione fell silent, then shook her head repeatedly, "But she is often with George and Fred, so she cannot be the Slytherin heir. Her living environment does not support her having such a motive. "

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