Because Professor Lohat was lying in the school hospital on February 14, his Valentine's Day did not happen in many ridiculous things in the original works.
However, the school made a bit of an effort. The little wizards, who entered the hall early in the morning for breakfast, were surprised to find that the perimeter of the hall was decorated with a ring of light gold ribbons. Colorful paper shreds were gently falling from a light blue ceiling, and a little Cupid with white wings stood at the grand entrance of the castle, smilingly presenting a bright red rose to everyone coming and going.
As Harry and Ron pretended to be indifferent and gave the roses they had to Hermione together, Hermione, whose face had been gloomy all night, finally revealed a smile.
That day is not worth saying. There is no topic more attractive than love in the Valentine's Day. Hermione didn't mention anything about study, not even when woods, who came from the courtyard and saw Harry, mentioned anything about the competition and training plans.
Students in third year and above had gone to Hogsmeade, leaving the flat lawn prepared for the Flying lesson packed with first and second year wizards.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione bathed in the gentle sunlight, playing a wizard chess on the lawn for most of the morning. After lunch, Harry and Ron decided to visit Hagrid, while Hermione went to the infirmary alone with a card she had made herself.
At 2 in the afternoon, as per the previous arrangement, Hermione hurried to the third floor of the castle and knocked on the door of a professor's office.
"Come in--"
The voice coming from behind the door was filled with fatigue, and Hermione didn't think much of it and pushed open the door and walked in directly.
Professor Lohat's office, which had previously had pictures and photos hung on the walls, had all been gathered up and piled in the corner. Professor Blaine was sitting in Lohat's seat, his side facing the window, sighing long and sighing deeply as he watched the owl flying in occasionally and dropping letters on the floor, while there were probably about 2,000 letters piled up in the middle of the office floor!
"I never knew Professor Lohat had so many fans!"
The portrait on the desk behind Amos looked as if it had a toothache.
"If I had known that earlier, I would rather help Snape professor deal with frog intestines and slime of slug than agree to help him write replies!"
"But, aren't you a fan of Professor Lohat, Professor Blaine? You must be aware of Professor Lohat's influence!"
As Hermione walked over from the infirmary, her eyes were still a bit red. But when she saw the gloomy Professor Blaine sitting there, she couldn't help but secretly bite her lips.
"Don't mention it, Miss Granger!"
Amosca waved his wand fiercely, and the thousand or so letters lying on the floor formed a white whirlwind in mid-air. Then, they were neatly stacked one by one on the floor again, until the last letter found its place, creating a 'letter column' that reached the ceiling in the office!
"I don't want to take advantage of you, Miss Granger. Let's split it evenly. I hope we can make it to dinner tonight."
Almost spending the whole night in the restricted area of the library, Amosca rubbed his swollen eyes and yawned.
So, the most arduous work began. Amosca and Hermione worked on the 'letter column' on either side of the desk. To be honest, helping Lohat write back to his letters could be considered one of the most boring things Amosca had encountered in years. The contents of the letters were all alike, either grotesquely flattering or asking for signed photos, or urging for updates...
In summary, writing back to Professor Lohat's fans is a very boring task. Even though Amosca only left less than ten words in each letter, he still couldn't bear it an hour later.
Hermione sitting across from him was completely different. She seemed to think it was a rare honor to help Professor Lohat write back letters, so she carefully read the content of each letter and carefully wrote down the reply.
Time slowly slipped by. Two hours later, Hermione glanced back at the 'letter column,' which was still there, though reduced by no more than a third. She rubbed her aching wrist and then looked at Professor Blaine, who wasn't writing back at all but was idly staring at the ceiling, completely absorbed in daydreams.
"Professor Blaine, we promised to help Professor Lohat!"
Hermione's pursed lips looked just like Professor McGonagall, and she called out dissatisfied.
So, under Hermione's urging, the despondent Amosca started dealing with those reader letters again. This time, Miss Granger would look up and observe him every so often to see if he was working seriously, which left Amosca no chance to slack off.
Amosca and Hermione solved dinner in the office. If Brian wanted to save time, he could have ordered the house-trained wizards to bring it directly, but in order to have a little more rest, he decided to go to the cafeteria himself to get the food.
"Professor Blaine--"
While they were eating, Hermione didn't look at those letters anymore. She slowly chewed her steak, looking at Professor Blaine with her eyes under the dim light, as if there was an unimaginable power hidden in them. Suddenly, her heartbeat quickened a few beats,
“About the thing you mentioned to me last week in the library--”
"Hmm?"
Amosca lowered his head to deal with the food on his plate, only responding with a nasal sound until he swallowed the food and looked at Hermione's slightly flushed cheeks.
"Did you come to some kind of enlightenment, Miss Granger?"
Hermione didn't speak, because she didn't know how to describe the faint sense of loneliness in her heart. After a moment's hesitation, under Amosca's gentle gaze, she nodded slowly.
"Strong people will always be lonely, Miss Granger. But life will ultimately be lonely too. Everything and everyone we meet on our journey towards death can only accompany us for a while. As long as we understand this, there is nothing to be confused about."
The words said by Amosca in a calm tone didn't help the small witch at the other end of the table understand, but instead, it put her in greater panic.
After dinner, Amosca entered a state of complete indifference. Regardless of Miss Granger's angry gaze, he lay sprawled in his chair, his idle eyes wandering around.
Professor Lohat's desk was filled with various books published by different publishers, including his autographies. The few self-written books on the top left corner were topped with notes about magical memories and ancient witchcraft research that Amosca had seen when he last visited, saying honestly, this was very valuable stuff. If it were Amosca himself, he would definitely keep it close and not throw it around like Lohat did.
Although he wanted to study it, Amosca forced himself to extinguish the idea out of basic moral integrity.
On the right side of the desk was also a stack of thick manuscripts. When Amosca first entered the office, he had glanced at them. These seemed to be new books that Professor Lohat had not published yet, with the title "A Year Living with Samovar Giants."
"Zhizhi, quite the acquired taste!"
Because he was bored, Amosca picked up the manuscript. Compared to the research manuscripts of ancient witches, this one wasn't as taboo.
The candlelight flickered, the cool evening breeze whispered against the glass, and the office was silent, only the sound of a quill rapidly scraping across vellum and the rustling of pages turning.
Unknown for how long, Hermione, who was busy with her work, suddenly frowned and felt a trace of coldness out of nowhere. She hesitated and looked around, but when she scanned the surroundings, she found the source of the coldness, which came from Amosca's smirk on his lips as he concentrated on flipping through the manuscripts.
"Professor..."
After hesitation, Hermione still opened her mouth carefully and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Professor Lohat's new book manuscript, which records his 'discovery' of this story. To be honest, it's quite interesting---"
Professor Lohat's books are always about his personal experiences, so why does Professor Blaine use the word "discover" instead of "personal experiences"?
Moreover, stealing Professor Lohat's private manuscript without permission...this is not right, Professor!
Before Hermione could ask a question, Amosca threw the manuscript on the table with a slap. His calm voice carried an unquestionable authority,
"That's all for today, Miss Granger. You should go rest."
Looking at the confused Hermione, who watched as the door closed, Amossta's eyes flashed with sympathy. When Professor Lohat's reputation was destroyed, Miss Granger might feel embarrassed because she had once worshipped such a person.
Amosca stood up and waved his wand, the closed drawer under the desk, and the hand luggage on the wall opened simultaneously. Stack after stack of hidden manuscripts flew to Amosca from all directions. They stood in mid-air, page by page, slowly turning to show Amosca the secret that was unforgivable and unknown to others.
"Hmph--"
After a while, after walking through all the manuscripts, Amosca gave a cold huff. He looked at the frame on the tea table, where the wizard was no longer that cheerful-looking. Instead, he was shrunk in a corner of the frame, staring at Amosca in terror with wide eyes and shaking in fear.
"Pretty brave, Professor Lohat. You've impressed me--"
Amosata laughed lightly to himself as he stood alone in the office.
