Harry Potter: Transmigrated Detective Link

In the corridor, Link was still standing gloomily in the darkness.

Recently, Draco had been under custody and inspection almost the whole time, he could hardly be seen even in classes.

And during the period Draco was detained, there hadn't been any attacks happening within Hogwarts.

Logically, with such a situation plus the evidence Link had previously provided, it almost could already confirm Draco's identity as the Heir.

Only, yesterday Snape had said such words to Link.

Also, Dumbledore still hadn't given any final conclusion on Draco's matter, which made Link have a somewhat bad guess.

That was, Dumbledore perhaps hadn't found the diary from Draco at all.

Clenching his teeth, Link turned around and disappeared into the darkness. He felt that after class tomorrow, he must have a talk with Dumbledore again.

———

Early the next morning, Link got up very early.

Today was February 14th, Valentine's Day. As soon as Link entered the Great Hall, he found that it had changed dramatically.

At that moment, the walls all around were covered with large, dazzling pink flowers, and above the Hall, the enchanted magical ceiling had been cast with a special spell, many heart-shaped papers were constantly falling from above and vanished the moment they were about to touch the ground.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Link."

John said this listlessly to Link, and upon hearing that, Link gave him a disgusted punch.

He didn't need a man to wish him a happy Valentine's Day.

Being punched, John didn't bicker back like usual with Link but sighed and said, "Another lonely Valentine's Day. When will I ever get a love letter?"

"Come on! You're a member of the Quidditch school team, it shouldn't be possible that no girls like you, right?"

Link said somewhat speechlessly. In his impression, Hogwarts students were like other Western schools, they generally liked sporty boys, and John happened to be this type.

But hearing that, the resentment on John's face only deepened. "It used to be like that. Pity, now there's an uninvited guest. Look, the culprit is coming."

As John said this, he nodded toward the staff table.

Link turned to look and saw Lockhart walking quickly to the staff table, wearing a pink robe.

"Everyone! Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart waved his arms excitedly and said, "Up till now, forty-seven people have given me Valentine's Day gifts! I sincerely thank them! Also, you may have noticed the changes in the Great Hall. Yes! This is all a surprise I prepared for you! Oh! Don't be too quick to thank me, I've prepared far more than just this!"

Clapping his hands excitedly, a group of little dwarves with golden wings and small harps walked in from the entrance.

However, inconsistent with the ambiguous atmosphere of the Hall, these little dwarves all wore extremely gloomy expressions, each looking full of bitterness and hatred.

"Look! A full twelve little Cupids!" Lockhart flailed excitedly. "Today they will roam throughout the castle, handing out Valentine's Day cards! If you've followed my personal column, you'd know you can book a card by mail to be sent to someone special! Of course, if you missed it, don't worry! You can still hand your letter to the little Cupids today, as long as you show a clipping of my column in the Daily Prophet!"

As Lockhart finished speaking, many girls below let out hysterical cheers.

Obviously, this event Lockhart arranged was very much to their taste.

"Crazy women..." John muttered softly, but Link noticed that as he said that, his gaze had been fixed on a certain Ravenclaw girl.

"You like her?"

"What?"

John looked at Link in confusion, but Link grinned mischievously and pointed at the girl, saying, "You like that Ravenclaw girl?"

"You... What, what are you saying!?" John turned his head away in a panic and quickly changed the topic, "Look at the podium! It's already a mess!"

Following the sound, Link looked over and indeed saw that the twelve little Cupids who had originally stood near Lockhart had started moving.

Each of them wore a grumpy face and, like leopards hunting prey, pounced into the crowd below.

Most unbelievably, one of them even directly approached Snape.

"Severus Snape, I have a musical confession letter to personally read to you!" The little dwarf said with no emotion.

Hearing that, Snape, who had been enjoying the spectacle, immediately looked bewildered, while Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the rest of the professors around him all looked toward him, their expressions were quite entertaining.

"Oh!~ Merlin! Our Professor Snape actually received a confession letter! That's truly shocking! I thought no one would ever choose Snape, considering he doesn't even wash his hair!" Lockhart exclaimed, holding his face in shock.

Snape's pale face suddenly turned slightly red, and he reached for his wand.

Unfortunately, just as his hand entered his pocket, a bizarre and cringe-worthy harp melody rang out.

"Ah! My dear Severus, today I must tell you! I like your greasy hair that's as unclean as a ghoul's underpants! I like your bat-like movements when you walk, I like your eyes that are as hollow as a smelly sewer, I like you…"

The little dwarf played the harp while reading from a parchment scroll. From the way his brow furrowed even tighter, it was clear he was disgusted by the letter too.

As for Snape himself, he was even more overwhelmed. He seemed to be stunned with rage, even his Occlumency was momentarily broken. His whole body trembled slightly, and his expression slowly twisted with fury.

Link even sharply noticed that Snape's fingers and toes were tightly curled. If not for the fact that the Hall's floor was made of anti-magic stone tiles, Link figured Snape might have clawed out a three-bedroom apartment by now.

As for the others nearby, they were even worse off.

Many had already started secretly laughing, especially Dumbledore, whose face had completely turned red from holding back.

Finally, Snape couldn't take it anymore, a flash of blue light burst from his wand and directly blasted the dwarf along with Lockhart into the air.

Boom!

The dwarf and Lockhart hit the ground together, sliding far along the floor.

Thanks to Lockhart cushioning the fall, the dwarf didn't seem seriously hurt.

But after getting back up, the dwarf grabbed Lockhart's collar and angrily shouted, "This is a work injury! You have to compensate me!"

"Okay okay... I'll give you ten, no! Twenty Galleons." Lockhart muttered weakly. He felt like the nose he had just healed a couple days ago had broken again.

Unfortunately, the other professors were just watching and had no intention of helping him right now.

At this moment, up at the staff table, Snape had already picked up that parchment with a gloomy face. After inspecting it for a while, he suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the Gryffindor long table with a murderous glare.

"Weasley!"

Snape's roar was so loud that Link felt the whole Great Hall shake.

Hearing that, Ron turned pale and trembled violently, nearly falling under the table.

But just when he thought he was doomed, George and Fred Weasley burst out laughing and ran out of the Hall. As they ran, they scattered parchment everywhere.

Link reacted quickly and grabbed one. As expected, it contained the same confession lines the dwarf had recited.

"John…"

Link wanted to hand the parchment to John, but before he could move, a force snatched it out of his hands.

Link instinctively looked up, and saw Snape had already turned into a black whirlwind, sweeping up every piece of parchment in the Hall as he stormed out of the entrance.

For a moment, the entire room fell silent. Then, like a tidal wave, uproarious laughter erupted throughout the Hall.

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