"Listen up, kids!"
Lockhart clapped. Drew heated gazes back to himself.
"That's not all..."
Deliberately drawn-out tone carried cunning.
"On this beautiful holiday, every professor is willing to help make your dreams come true!"
"Of course, just for today~"
Lockhart raised one finger. Looked toward staff table with meaningful smile.
At that moment—except Dumbledore, not a single professor could smile.
"So..."
"Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to brew love potion?"
Hearing this, Snape's already unpleasant expression grew darker. Like water could drip from it.
But he didn't acknowledge Lockhart. Slowly turned head. Looked at Tiger below. Dark, profound eyes filled with accusation.
[I don't believe you can't punch Lockhart to death.]
Tiger raised eyebrow. Met Snape's gaze full of disgust and hatred.
Honestly—first time he'd sensed such clear, intense emotion from Snape's cold face.
Interesting.
Low chuckle rumbled in throat.
Theodore and others looked at Tiger, confused.
Slytherin students didn't care for this. Zero interest in Lockhart's holiday surprise.
Pureblood feelings didn't need others relaying them. Especially not ugly creatures like dwarves.
Practically defilement.
As lunch ended, everyone stood. Followed Tiger toward exit.
But just then—dwarf suddenly blocked Tiger's path. Grimly pulled out letter.
Accompanied by stumbling harp playing, hoarse voice rang out:
"On this special day, I gather all courage to transform feelings into poetry—"
"Ah My dear kitten"
"Your eyebrows thick as Flobberworms, your nose hair like..."
Guillotine-closing sound suddenly rang out.
Amid exclamations, Venom licked fangs with satisfaction. Pale eyes scanning surroundings.
Dwarves preparing to approach Tiger vanished from entrance instantly.
Terrified screams echoed faintly.
Slytherin students pressed lips tight. Shoulders shaking violently. Wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Draco hid behind Theodore. Face flushed red.
Obviously—not proper love letter.
More like teasing Father.
Massive, ferocious form gradually shrank back. Revealed Tiger's livid face.
Teeth-grinding sounds.
"Can't believe I didn't punch that son of a bitch to death..."
Glared hatefully at hall. Strode toward common room.
Watching his furious departure, Gemma Farley held arm across chest. Fingertip touching lips. Couldn't hide sly smile.
"Tsk, what a shame..."
"Farley?" Riley looked at friend in disbelief. "When did you..."
"Just auto-writing quill."
Prefect sighed regretfully.
"Really, prepared twelve letters. This kitten has no sense of humor..."
Meanwhile—having witnessed Venom's brutal scene, Lavender looked even more disappointed than Hermione.
"Oh, Hermione..."
"This method won't work."
"By the way, how'd you fall for Shelby? He's way too fierce. I don't dare go near him..."
"Lavender, we're just friends." Hermione lowered head embarrassedly.
"Very good friends..."
Actually, didn't understand what love was. But that inexplicable sweetness, possessiveness—addictive.
In any case—wanted to be Tiger's best friend!
"Right, right, just friends~" Lavender rolled eyes dramatically.
"Then save this for when you're not just friends anymore..."
With that, pinched Hermione irritably. Quickly left Great Hall.
Miss Know-It-All wasn't cooperating—what could roommates do?
Students left quickly.
In no time—only Hermione remained. Silence terrifying.
For some reason, realizing scarf and chocolate probably couldn't be delivered—felt inexplicably relieved.
Just as she was leaving—several love letters scattered on ground caught attention.
Not hard to guess. Dwarves dropped these while fleeing.
Originally planned to deliver these to rightful owners.
However—exquisite, elaborate cursive on envelopes made gaze freeze instantly.
"To... Shelby?"
Hermione unconsciously flipped through others. Discovered all envelopes read "To Shelby."
Under Lockhart's generous payment, dwarves' mission didn't stop because of Tiger.
However—what should've been sweet and romantic was, in reality, far from beautiful experience students imagined.
Crowds watching in corridors. Professors scolding in classrooms. Friends' teasing jokes. Everyone wanted to vanish instantly...
"Mr. Potter! Leave here!"
"Sorry, ma'am!"
"Oh, this is so embarrassing..."
Harry fumbled with bag.
Madam Pince beside him looked livid. Library, should've been quiet—now echoed with pig-like laughter.
Especially Malfoy. Picked up card Harry dropped. Imitated dwarf's tone: "His eyes green as freshly pickled toad..."
"HAHAHAHA!"
Laughter rose and fell. Harry and Ron fled looking mortified.
Only after Pince lost temper did everyone quiet again.
Only Hermione, sitting in corner, remained oblivious to everything.
Parchment on desk hadn't moved.
Alert, lively eyes stared at letters in hands. Gradually shifted from curiosity to cold laughter...
"Dream on, bitch!"
Night spread from distant mountains. Brilliant stars began twinkling. Like unextinguished candlelight. Adding final touch of mystery, romance to special day.
In Slytherin common room—Tiger, chatting with Theodore, received invitation. Exquisite, elegant cursive quite conspicuous.
Especially signature.
"Gemma Farley?" Looked around. Didn't see invitation's owner.
According to usual habits—that dead woman should be in Snape's dungeon researching antidotes right now.
"Did she succeed?"
Tiger frowned, confused.
But didn't hesitate. Stood. Walked straight toward exit.
Sensing familiar presence disappearing, big cat suddenly opened eyes.
Fluffy head poked out. Stared at Tiger's departing back. Eyes held trace of dissatisfaction, curiosity.
As invitation in Tiger's hand came into view—big cat's gently swaying tail suddenly paused.
That familiar cursive like magnet. Instantly captured attention.
Then big cat leaped down. Moved gracefully from sofa. Followed Tiger with elegant steps. Emerald beast eyes flashed with amusement, anticipation.
The show was starting!
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