Chapter 132 Lover (2)
In addition to the exaggerated decoration of the hall, Lockhart also arranged twelve dwarves with golden wings and harps on their backs to pretend to be Cupid to deliver greeting cards and sing love songs.
Oh, Professor Lockhart, you must make sure that your influence goes beyond meal time, and that both professors and students know during class that this is the Valentine's Day you arranged?
However, when some people were feeling annoyed about this year's Valentine's Day, a young couple made a bet based on local materials.
"I've received 15 greeting cards, Arlian," Aidan said proudly.
"Well, I'm ahead now. I received 29 letters," Aryan's voice rose slightly. "What should I do? It looks like your request for ten dates will be in vain."
"What the hell, this group of people, they know I'm your boyfriend and they still come to send you greeting cards." Aidan immediately became indignant.
"You, who proposed 'Whoever receives the most Valentine's Day greeting cards wins', are not qualified to say that." Alian said with a wry smile.
Aidan didn't argue. He clasped his hands in front of him and snorted in displeasure.
As a person who doesn't even remember many names, Aidan certainly won't pay much attention to holidays unless it is necessary. As for Valentine's Day, he will pay attention to it because of Arlian, but he is not the kind of person who insists on giving gifts, and he asked Arlian to do the same.
So on the generally considered important couples' holidays, you will see them as indifferent and ordinary; but when they have a burst of inspiration on an ordinary day, that day will be grand enough to become Valentine's Day for the two of them.
The lack of ritual but full of surprises in their interactions, at present, both of them are very used to this mode of getting along.
Today, neither of them had prepared any special gifts and had planned to get through the day normally, but in the morning, while Aidan was munching on sausages at the Hufflepuff table, he was forced to watch the dwarfs singing a love song to him.
It was an anonymous love letter that could not be refused, and the writing style was not like Aryan's, but Aidan noticed the gaze Aryan gave him and was immediately happy that Aryan cared about him.
So as soon as breakfast was over, he proposed a bet to Ailian. The bet was to meet any one of the other party's requests. In this regard, Aidan made it clear that his request was ten random dates, but Ailian had not yet stated her request.
Aidan was very proud of his proposal at first, because it not only brought things that might cause conflict to the surface, but he might also see Arlian getting jealous.
Ah, having a cold girlfriend, you will expect all her expressions of love for you, even if they are just cold words.
Besides, Aidan is quite confident in himself. He has shiny blond hair that doesn't require much care. His high nose bridge makes his blue eyes look even deeper, and his figure is much better than most boys in school who only know how to study.
A playboy from Country M, that's how the girls seem to evaluate him in private.
But he completely underestimated the shamelessness of the boys in Hogwarts. Anyone could see that he and Aryan were a couple, yet they still sent him a greeting card like this.
I have to say that Aidan's logic is quite self-consistent, because he knows that he will never accept the feelings of other opposite sex, so he doesn't care about people who send him Valentine's Day cards, but he cannot forgive the opposite sex who sent a card to Arrian.
But he quickly reconciled himself to this point. There was nothing he could do about it. He felt that Aryan was just that good.
The Hispanic ancestry on her mother's side gave her a well-defined jaw and delicate and coordinated facial features. However, beneath this slightly aggressive look, Aryan never showed off too much. Like her father, her strength was hidden under a gentle and polite appearance.
Oh, no matter how many times I think about it, it's so exciting.
So Aidan hugged Alian warmly again. He bent his legs slightly, leaned his head against Alian, blinked his eyes and complained, "President, you are the student leader. Now the students you manage have hurt me. Aren't you going to give me some compensation?"
Ailian glanced at the shameless Aidan, still feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the bet he proposed today. She touched Aidan's forehead with her slender fingers and pushed him slightly, sneering as she pushed him, "You're still talking about compensation? I think you have to be careful today. I've always wanted to study alone before the exam."
"Don't be like this, Arlian." Aidan held his heart, took two steps back as if hurt, and then immediately came forward. "If it weren't for the fact that the writer (Lockhart)'s little cupid didn't give the person being confessed a chance to be rejected, I wouldn't have proposed this bet."
Ailian snorted, and although she didn't show any sign of surrender, the last bit of dissatisfaction in her heart quietly receded. She gave Aidan a way out and continued along the lines of what Aidan said, "Indeed, I hate things that cannot be rejected."
In Aryan's opinion, it's usually not a good thing when you can't refuse. Besides, a love letter is not something you have to accept and be forced to listen to in public.
"It seems that the prestigious Professor Lockhart can only come up with some brain-stirring gimmicks." Aryan sighed. She clearly felt that the atmosphere in the school was more tense today. She could almost foresee a frequent occurrence of fights in the future.
Taking Aryan as an example, the outstanding female president of Slytherin does have many admirers, but considering that everyone knows that she has a boyfriend, the number of nearly 30 love letters is still too exaggerated.
Lockhart's Valentine's Day plan was simply to touch the students' explosive nerves, allowing them to use "follow the crowd" as an excuse to temporarily abandon the decency they usually maintain. This was not a good start.
"I really believe in your leadership, President." Aidan noticed that Arrian's attitude had softened and spoke in a more eloquent voice. As they talked, they walked around a corner and suddenly saw a group of noisy underclassmen.
Arriane spotted Della, who stood out from the crowd. It seemed that she and her boyfriend were just blocked by the first graders. "Let's go and maintain order. The first grade bell rang five minutes ago." She turned and said to Aidan.
Aidan nodded and politely moved a little distance away from Ellian. When the two got closer, Ellian heard a sudden burst of laughter and realized that Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley was also there. She had only noticed Della just now.
"What's going on?" Aryan walked behind the crowd. As soon as she spoke, the students who were laughing just now immediately fell silent.
Della glanced at Arrian without surprise, and when she noticed that Arrian's eyes were on Percy, she immediately gave up the intention of explaining. She glanced at the mess on the ground again, raised her wand and helped Harry cast a cleansing spell to remove the red ink on the ground.
"It's Lockhart's Cupid. There's been quite a bit of commotion today." Percy looked at the two presidents a little nervously.
"Let the first graders go to class first. They are already late." When Aryan saw the funny-dressed dwarf, she lost the idea of pursuing the matter.
"Hmm?" Amid the background sound of the conversation between the president and the prefect, Draco, who was originally unhappy with Della helping Harry, suddenly saw the diary that had slipped to his feet at some point. He raised his eyebrows and picked it up.
Della noticed Draco bending down and saw the extra diary in his hand. When she was about to stop Draco from looking through other people's diaries, she suddenly paused.
The notebook seemed familiar, but Della couldn't remember where she had seen it.
In this pause, Draco turned to the first page of the diary, and the name 'Tom Riddle' caught their eyes.
After seeing the last name 'Riddle' clearly, Draco immediately looked towards Della and found that Della also opened her eyes wide in surprise. At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared in front of Draco, and Harry eagerly snatched the diary away.
"Give it back to me!" Harry spoke a little loudly due to his excitement, but the more he spoke, the more people felt that he was guilty and trying to cover up something.
Harry's shout drew everyone's attention to him again, with Ginny looking particularly terrified.
"Anything else?" This time Aryan looked at Della.
Della quietly pinched the restless Draco, and smiled at Ellian, "It's okay, Senior Ellian."
"Well, okay." Aryan didn't ask Della about her obvious cover-up. She continued to speak calmly to the students who had stopped walking again, "If you don't go to class, you will really lose points."
The students immediately scattered, and Della and Draco walked towards the Charms classroom hand in hand, even speeding up their pace slightly, leaving Harry and the others behind.
"Why didn't you let me tell you just now? I know you saw it too. That savior might do something bad to you!" After walking for a while, Draco asked Della anxiously.
He couldn't understand why Harry had a diary with the same last name as Della. After all, Della came from an orphanage, and 'Riddle' was not a common last name like 'Potter', so he unconsciously fitted the template of the recently popular conspiracy theory.
In his perception, Della seemed to be subtly between all possible victims. She could be a petrified Muggle-born or a Slytherin who was maliciously retaliated against.
"I'm just a little curious, Draco. I want to ask him about Riddle later," Della showed some vulnerability at the right time and smiled at Draco, "Of course, I will be accompanied by you. You will protect me, right?"
Draco nodded blankly. He was completely grasped by the hidden dependence in Della's eyes. It was this compromise with Della that made him deeply regret it for a long time afterwards.