Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

Valentine's Day is fast approaching.

Lorne wears a white shirt with a black patterned tie, and finishes with a green Slytherin robes.

Looking at the handsome face and blond hair in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction.

There was a hint about Miss Hermione the other day, and Lorne had already prepared the presents in advance.

He even went so far as to get a trip to the Weasley brothers and asked them to help make some fireworks.

For this request, the two immediately agreed to it.

Make some good-looking fireworks, which is not a difficult task for them.

When Lorne walked slowly to the auditorium, he saw the little witch who had been waiting for him.

"Happy Valentine's Day. "

Lorne said as he pulled out the gift he had prepared for Miss Hermione from the Divine Space.

A bouquet of roses and a serving of chocolate.

A standard Valentine's Day gift, but Hermione was happy.

The rose is enchanted and represents never withering.

Lorne also received a gift from Hermione.

Some exquisite candies and a variety of sweets are all small snacks that he usually likes to eat.

When they sat down at the table, Lorne saw Harry and Ron lying on the table.

The two men had expressions of lovelessness on their faces.

"Failed to confess on Valentine's Day?"

Lorne asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No, they're just going to keep writing back to Lockhart's fans today. "

Holding the bouquet of roses, Hermione explained with interest.

"No, you'll never know how fanatical Lockhart's fans are. Thinking of the letters he had watched in the past two days, Harry couldn't help but rub his arms and complained, "Those words are just insensitive." "

"I even saw a letter from Mrs. Weasley. "

Speaking of this, Harry also glanced at Ron next to him.

After a few days of rest, Ron's situation had already recovered.

But when he heard Harry's words, his face turned pale again.

"My mom was like a big fan and really didn't know what Lockhart's book was about. "

Ron said weakly.

"Three hundred letters, the two of us have replied to a total of three hundred in the past two days!"

Harry couldn't help but shake his hands when he remembered helping Lockhart reply to fans these past few nights.

It's just too hard.

It's better to let Filch take him to confinement!

Just as the two of them kept complaining, today's owls flew in through the skylight of the auditorium.

Miss Hermione's owl brought her a letter from Mr. and Mrs. Granger, as well as a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Lorne's side has a lot of stuff.

A beautifully packaged small gift box with a pink envelope sealed with wax to make a heart.

There are probably more than a dozen.

Ron and Harry were stunned.

"Mr. Geralt, you have so many suitors..."

Hermione leaned over and hugged his arm, and said with some sourness.

"You know, I like you alone. "

Lorne glanced at the Valentine's Day gifts and shook his head helplessly.

Although Lorne knew that there were many little witches watching him, he was inseparable from Hermione almost every day, and there was no chance for other little witches to intervene.

However, even so, there are quite a few little witches who are ready to give it a try.

"So, are you going to reply to them one by one?"

Hermione asked, half-narrowing.

She didn't expect that so many people would dig into her corner.

"I don't have that much time to reply. "

Lorne shook his head and said.

Then he put these gifts into the Kamui space, after all, those who gave gifts were watching him, and it was not good to throw them on the table in person.

"Hey, Harry, you've received a love letter too?"

At this moment, Ron suddenly shouted in surprise.

Harry was staring blankly at a letter in his hand, the color on it proving that it was a love letter.

It turns out that someone likes it yourself?

"Take it apart!"

Ron urged.

"Don't rush..."

Harry slowly opened the letter that Hedwig had brought with him with a sense of anticipation.

However, after seeing the content of the first line, he was stunned.

The complexion gradually turned red.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione asked curiously.

Just reading a letter, you won't be shy like this, right?

"See for yourselves..."

Harry took a deep breath and placed the letter in his hand in the center of the table.

"His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads, he's as black as a blackboard, I wish he was mine, he's really handsome, he's a warrior to conquer the Dark Lord. "

"Are you sure this is a love letter?"

Lorne couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the first sentence.

The green eyes are like toads, and I don't know how Snape will feel when he sees this love letter!

The only thing Harry bears in resemblance to his mother is his emerald green eyes.

Even Miss Hermione on the side pressed the corners of her mouth that were gradually curling.

Can this really be called a love letter?

"Does this handwriting look familiar?"

Ron muttered quietly.

"It must have been Malfoy, they wrote!"

Harry looked angrily at the Slytherin table across from him, where Malfoy was laughing and laughing with Goyle and Crabbe playing the Hearthstone.

......

Night.

Responsive to requests inside the house.

"Hahahaha, that letter was written by Ginny, it's not Malfoy!"

As soon as she walked into the room, Hermione lay on the bed and couldn't help but chuckle.

She had seen Ginny's notes before, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the one Harry had received today.

"Then you don't tell Harry, he probably has a grudge against Malfoy again. "

Lorne hung their robes on the hanger, looked at the little witch crawling on the bed, and whispered.

When he heard Ron's muttering, he immediately guessed who wrote the love letter to Harry.

Who else but Ron's sister Ginny?

Autumn Zhang?

After a moment's rubbing, Lorne glanced at his watch and extinguished the candle in the room.

"What do you want to do?"

Hermione asked, a little nervous.

"The time is almost up. "

Lorne leaned against the window and pulled a panicked Miss Hermione over.

"Do you want to see fireworks?"

"Specially prepared for you - fireworks. "

Hermione's brown eyes couldn't help but look out the window.

In the location of the lawn at Hogwarts, the open space facing the windows of the Room of Requirement.

A golden point of light dragged the smoke into the air.