Section 1

An island stands alone on the sea, shrouded in a cold and dark fog, like a ghost realm. A huge prison is located in the center of the island, exuding the breath of decay and death.

A black smoke hit the sea and flew silently to the island under the cover of the dark night. Under the dim and pale moonlight, the black smoke flowed down like water, turning into a man in a black robe, with a slender figure like a skeleton. He glanced around and floated away like a ghost like a prison.

Suddenly, the air around suddenly became cold and dense, like cold water, accompanied by a burst of sensation.

"It's so fast." The man muttered. In the distance, several black shadows in tattered cloaks flew over from the air like vultures smelling rotten corpses.

"Hu God Guard!" - The dazzling white light radiated like waves, gathering half of the island into the light, and even the layers of fog covering the island were dispelled by the light. The black shadows that were originally gathering quickly were fleeing frantically, and some of the moments when they had no time to escape turned into a breath of black smoke and were annihilated in the light.

The white light dimmed, and the island returned to the darkness of the night. The man curled his lips disdainfully and continued to walk towards the prison. At this time, with a few "crackling" sounds, several wizards appeared around him, with nervous expressions. After finding the man in black robe, he quickly pulled out his wand and pointed at him.

"Damn it! Drizzle!" The wizards shouted, and several bright red spells shot at the man in black robe. The man waved his wand with force and broke up the spell that shot at him.

"Fluorescent flash!" a wizard shouted, a bright halo shot out from the tip of the staff, illuminating the nearby area.

"Ha!!" Several wizards took a breath of air in horror and stood there in a daze.

The black-robed wizard smiled disdainfully, turning into a burst of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

"God...mysterious man..." Several wizards looked at each other and said sternly.

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius sat alone in a chair by the fireplace, the orange flames exuded warmth, but at this moment, Lucius felt a chill when he looked at the secret letter in his hand.

"If the Dark King is really resurrected, then it's best to find him immediately and show his loyalty... But why did the Dark King not summon the Death Eaters..." Lucius thought, and couldn't help but gently stroke his arm, "If the Dark King was not resurrected, who was the one who appeared in Azkaban?..." He frowned, "Is this a trap... someone deliberately set up this game with the purpose... to attract the Death Eaters to appear..." Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help but feel a little cold, and the shadow of that person appeared in his mind...

In Dumbledore's office, Snape was dark, and Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tightly. The two looked at Dumbledore nervously. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore just shrugged and smiled slightly.

Section 2

The sun began to shine faintly on Hogwarts again. In the castle, people became optimistic. No attacks occurred since Sauron left. Mrs. Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandela grass had become moody and taciturn, that is, they were quickly leaving their childhood.

"As soon as their acne heals, they can be re-transplanted." One afternoon, Harry heard her gentlely say to Felch. "Then, it won't take long to cut them off and boil them on the fire. Your Lady Loris will be back soon."

Slytherin's heirs may have lost their courage, Harry thought. All the teachers and students of the school were wary and suspicious all day long. At this time, the risk must be greater and greater. Perhaps the monster - no matter what monster it is, has now settled down and is ready to hibernate for another fifty years. Harry is in a very conflicted mood now - no one is attacked anymore, which makes him happy, but this also means that Sauron cannot clear the suspicion. Students will determine that Sauron is the culprit of a series of attacks. Sometimes, Harry even hopes that the attacker will commit another case so that Sauron can clearly prove Sauron's innocence. However, this sometimes thought makes Hermione very unhappy

"How can you think like this," Hermione said a little angry, "It's too selfish to think like this."

Gidro Lockhart seemed to think he was stopping these attacks. One day, when Gryffindor students lined up for transformation class, Harry overheard him say this to Professor McGonagall.

"I don't think there will be any more trouble, Minerva," he said, tapping his nose tacitly, and blinking his eyes. "I think the secret room will never be opened this time. Those criminals must have known that I will catch them sooner or later, it's just a matter of time. It's wise to stop now when I haven't started to clean them up-"

"—You know, the school needs to boost morale now and eliminate the things that happened last semester in memory! I can't say more now, but I think I'm confident..." He knocked on his nose again and walked away with big strides.

When he had breakfast on February 14, everyone knew what Lockhart used to boost morale. Harry trained Quidditch the night before, and practiced until very late, so he lacked enough sleep and was a little late when he rushed to the auditorium. For a moment, he thought he had walked the wrong door.

The four walls were covered with large and dazzling pink flowers. To make matters worse, many heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling. Harry walked towards the Gryffindor's dining table, Ron sat there, with a look of disgust, and Hermione seemed to be giggling.

"What's going on?" Harry asked them, sitting down and brushing away the confetti that fell on his bacon.

Ron pointed to the teacher's dining table, obviously disgusted and didn't want to speak. Lockhart waved his hand to quiet everyone in a bright pink robe that matched the decorations. The teachers sitting opposite him were all stern. Harry could see from where he sat that a muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek protruded. Snape looked like someone had just poured him a big glass of strong wine.

"Happy Valentine's Day for everyone!" Lockhart said loudly, "So far, forty-six people have given me greeting cards, and I would like to express my gratitude to them! Yes, I have made my own decisions and arranged this little surprise for everyone - and more than that!"

Lohat clapped his hands and strode through the several doors leading to the foyer into the twelve gloomy dwarfs. And they were different from ordinary dwarfs, Lohat made them all wear golden wings and carry harp.

"My friendliness, little love god with greeting cards!" Lockhart said happily, "They are going to wander around the school today and deliver Valentine's Day cards to you! There is more than that! I believe my colleagues are willing to join in! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to prepare ecstasy! If you are interested, Professor Flitvie is more proficient in fascinating magic than any wizard I have ever seen, that cunning old dog!"

Professor Frieve buried his face in his hands. Looking at Snape's expression, it seemed that if anyone asked him about the preparation of ecstasy drugs, he would be forced to pour poison.

"Hermione, please tell me, you are not one of the forty-six people, right?" When they left the auditorium and went to the first class, Ron said. Hermione suddenly looked for her course in her schoolbag with great interest, but no answer.

The whole day, the short men kept breaking into their classrooms and delivering Valentine's Day greeting cards, which made the teachers very upset. In the afternoon, when the Gryffindor students went upstairs to take magic class, a short man suddenly caught up with Harry. "Hey, you! Harry Potter!" a short man with a particularly gloomy face shouted, splitting everyone with his elbow and squeezing towards Harry.

In front of a team of freshmen, especially Ginny Weasley, who happened to be inside, received a Valentine's Day greeting card, which was so annoying. Harry wanted to run away. But before he could take two steps, the short man kicked people's calves all the way and squeezed out the crowd to catch up with him.

"I have a soundtrack message to Harry Potter myself." The short man said, plucking the harp with an aggressive attitude. "Don't be here." Harry said in a low voice, trying to escape again.

"Stop and don't move!" The dwarf mumbled, grabbed Harry's schoolbag and pulled him back. "Let me go!" Harry roared, pulling his schoolbag hard. With a loud tearing sound, his schoolbag was pulled in half. His book, wand, parchment paper and quill fell to the floor in a slam, and the ink bottle broke on the top. Harry lay on the ground in a hurry, trying to pick up everything before the dwarf started singing, which resulted in traffic jams in the corridor.

"What's going on?" Draco Malfoy's cold, tone-tongued voice came - Draco came with his two bodyguards, next to it was the cold Isabella. Harry began to rush into his torn schoolbag, desperate to escape quickly so that Draco would not hear his Valentine's Day music gift.

"Why is it so messy?" Another familiar voice came, and Percy Weasley came. Harry was completely panicked and wanted to escape quickly, but the short man hugged his knees, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. "Okay," he said, sitting on Harry's knees, "This is your Valentine's Day gift with singing: his eyes are green like a freshly pickled toad, he is as black and elegant as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome, a warrior who conquers the black devil."

Draco, who was standing beside him, laughed wildly after hearing this, tried to keep herself from laughing, and kneeled on the ground while Isabella just raised her eyebrows. She looked at Ginny in the crowd thoughtfully, and didn't know what she thought of, her expression became a little declining.

Harry was willing to hand over all the gold from Gringott, hoping that it would turn into steam and disappear on the spot. He bravely forced himself to laugh with everyone, and stood up, his feet numb from the dwarf sitting. Percy tried his best to disperse the crowd, some people shouted happily.

"You go, let's go, the bell rang five minutes ago, go to class quickly." He said, knocking away the younger student, "and you, Malfoy."

Harry glanced at it and saw Malfoy bent over and grabbed something from the ground. He slanted his eyes and showed it to Crab and Goal. Harry understood that he was catching Riddle's diary.

"Give it back to me," Harry whispered.

"Want to know what Potter wrote in it?" Malfoy said, apparently he did not notice the date on the cover, thinking that he had received Harry's own diary. The onlookers immediately calmed down. Ginny looked at the diary and Harry again, looking panicked.

"Enough, Draco," Isabella said impatiently, "it's boring."

"Let me take a look," Draco said, waving his diary at Harry mockingly. Isabella was about to say something else when Harry got angry. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Get rid of your weapon!"

Draco didn't expect Harry to cast a spell on him directly in the corridor. Unprepared, he was beaten to pieces, and the diary in his hand flew out and fell into Ron's hands.

"Harry!" Percy said loudly, "Don't use magic in the corridor. I'm going to report on this, you know!"

But Harry didn't care, and he beat Malfoy one more round, and even if Gryffindor wanted to lose five points for it, it was totally worth it. Draco was furious and was defeated by an ordinary second-year student in front of everyone, making him seem incompetent, especially when he saw Ron's sarcastic expression. When Ginny walked into the classroom from him, he shouted fiercely at her back: "I don't think Potter likes your Valentine's Day gift very much!" Ginny covered her face with her hands and ran into the classroom. Ron yelled and pulled out his wand, but Harry pulled him away.

It was not until they came to Professor Flitvie's class that Harry noticed that Mr. Riddle's diary was very strange. His other books were dyed with bright red ink. The diary, as before, was clean. He wanted to point this to Ron, but Ron's wand was troubled again: big purple bubbles spewed out of his wand, making him not interested in anything.

Compared to Gryffindor's farce, far from Boothbaton, a romantic atmosphere permeates the entire campus. Throughout the day, students are immersed in Valentine's Day or hazy or fiery love.

"A few letters have you received, Furong?" Lucy asked excitedly, "I have received four letters. Do you know, Biel confessed to me." The girl looked excited, and then asked mysteriously, "What did your good friend not express to you?"

"No, maybe he's too busy." Furong shook her head and said with a faint smile, but the trace of loss in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Do I love him?" Furong asked herself, "Is this longing my own, and does it also belong to him..."

A low and soothing music came, mysterious and intoxicating. The flames in the fireplace were instantly black, and Fubertol flew out suddenly, causing the students in the hall to exclaim. Under the gaze of everyone, Fubertol flew towards Furong and landed on her shoulders.

"What did you bring to me?" Furong gently stroked the soft feathers of the black phoenix, causing it to scream happily, and took an inconspicuous seed into the palm of her hand.

"What is this?" Luci, who was standing beside him, looked at him and said hesitantly, "A seed?"

"Did he give it to me?" Furong said in her bright eyes.

Fubertol looked at the hibiscus, put his head on the palm of her hand, turned his head, and a drop of crystal tears fell on the seeds. The originally inconspicuous seed emitted a soft light and floated into the air. In the air in front of her, it grew rapidly and turned into a thin branch made of blue flames. Under the surprise gaze of the hibiscus, the orchid roses bloomed.

Furong covered her mouth, looked at the beauty in front of her incredible way, and shed tears of happiness...

Staying together is a promise. How can we have a gentle love in the cycle of reincarnation?

Encountering is a kind of fate, and the intersection of the soul gives us endless romantic feelings—

You are my deepest love, I hope our beautiful love lasts forever-
Chapter completed!