HP Dawn Night

"Hi, Pansy, Violet." Blaise came over to greet us, "Assuming my ears are alright, I seem to have heard the word 'transfer' just now?"

"Yeah." I nodded repeatedly, and Pansy threw me a series of ambiguous looks at me, but I couldn't understand her meaning at all, "Pansy just told me that there is one in Hogwarts—" Pansy stomped on me hard One foot, so painful that my tears welled up all at once.

Blaise: "..."

At this moment Draco appeared behind him, and seeing my teary face, he seemed taken aback: "What's wrong with you, Vio?"

"...looked up at Blaise, twisted his neck."

"Before that, Violet was going to tell me about something in Hogwarts." Blaise interjected in a timely manner, and Pansy's face obviously became ugly. Her winks fell on deaf ears.

"What's in Hogwarts?" Draco looked at Blaise blankly.

"Who knows, maybe you'll have to ask Pansy," Blaise said innocently.

Draco seemed to understand something in an instant, and he gave Pansy an almost resentful look, who couldn't help shivering when he caught his sight, and shrank back in his seat.

"Is there anything in Hogwarts that I can't let me know?" Except for the three people with evil intentions, I think I am the most incomprehensible one present.However, when I asked this question, everyone responded.

"You'd better not know for now," Blaise said vaguely.

"Oh, did you?" I exclaimed angrily. "Have you formed a dark arts fighting group privately in the castle?"

"Of course not!" Draco retorted quickly, as some curious students around cast their gazes in our direction.Pansy jumped up from her chair at the same time:

"Let's go somewhere else, Vio! Uh... how about Zonko's Joke Shop?" She didn't allow me to object, but grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the Three Broomsticks.

It was snowing heavily outside the door, which was in stark contrast to the warm atmosphere in the bar.I adjusted my hat, and I was surrounded by students with their heads tightly wrapped in scarves.

"Listen," Pansy dragged me forward, "I swear we didn't form any fighting team. As for what I just told you, well, you might as well forget about it."

"Can you at least tell me whether what you just said is true or not?" I begged.

"It's true," Pansy took a deep breath, "you'll know, not now anyway."

"Since I will know sooner or later, you might as well tell me now." I suggested sincerely, "So when that pervert comes next time, I can at least know what curse to use to teach him a lesson."

Pansy's expression told me she'd rather talk to the slug about her life than tell me more: "No, absolutely not."

At this point we were on the road to the Shrieking Shack.

"Don't tell me you haven't been to the Shrieking Shack yet." I followed her up the slope, "You took the hardest path." The slush and slippery grass underfoot made the slope It was extraordinarily strenuous.

"Really? I don't know." Pansy almost slipped and fell into the mud, she cursed in a low voice, "I just want to see the haunted house."

"But you took the completely wrong path."

The slope we climbed is located behind the screaming hut, and we can see the desolate and uninhabited screaming hut.

Panxi gasped and stood still on the hillside: "Not many people will come here at this point?"

"Most people are still wandering around Hogsmeade." I kicked the snow under my feet, "Are you going to stay here all the time? It's still early, and we can go to other places to have fun."

"Okay - is that Weasley?" Pansy suddenly pointed to a red-haired figure by the fence, looking up at the Shrieking Shack.

"Weasley will come to Hogsmeade alone?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"I heard that Potter didn't have permission to come to Hogsmeade," Pansy sneered, and couldn't help but put on a mocking tone, "Maybe his Muggle relatives don't know what Hogsmeade is, huh? "

"Oh, well, that also makes sense, after all, he had a falling out with Granger not long ago." I noticed two figures coming down the hill, coming from the hill opposite Weasley. Climbing up, it was Draco and Blaise.

"We can go find them." Pansy was about to walk towards them, but was shocked by what happened next.

Draco's head jerked forward suddenly, and his pale blond hair was suddenly dripping with mud.

"What's going on?" I ran down the hill, Pansy following me.

Draco tried desperately to get his hair clean, and he and Blaise searched frantically, but there was no one around except Ron Weasley.

"What was it just now? Who did it?"

"It's haunted a lot, isn't it?" Weasley said lightly, talking about the weather.

"Stop pretending, Weasley!" Pansy yelled irritably, Blaise scanned the desolate surroundings with his arms folded, and his eyes drifted not far away several times A mud path - the mud just now came from there suddenly.

"Don't try to play tricks, Weasley," Brace warned.

"It looks like Potter didn't come with you, Weasley?" Pansy looked at Weasley warily, and his eyes widened slightly after hearing this:

"Does this need to be reported to you too, Parkinson?"

His eyeballs rolled a little to the left.

"I ran into Granger some time ago," I said in a chatty tone, "I said, you and Potter really shouldn't value mice and broomsticks more than friends."

"None of your business!" Weasley shouted impulsively.

I shrugged and said I didn't want to say anything more.

Snapped!

Just then, some stinky green mud suddenly hit us, and this time all four of us were hit.

"It's disgusting!" Pansy screamed intolerably, drawing out her wand and frantically scanning the deserted snow, "Come out! Whoever you are, come out!"

"I told you this place is haunted, Parkinson." Weasley laughed so hard that he had to hold on to the fence to keep himself from slipping to the ground.

"Ghosts don't just throw mud at us, Weasley." I gave him a cold look, "Calm down, Pansy, if you use magic here, I'm afraid you'll have to accept an order from the Ministry of Magic soon." Summoned."

Pansy gave Weasley a savage look, and put away his wand.

Draco wiped his face and stared at a particularly nasty pool of stinking green ooze not far behind us.With all due respect, it's exactly the same as the ones that were thrown in our faces.

Blaise stared there lost in thought, then suddenly he bent down and grabbed a large handful of mud and threw it there.The three of us were stunned for a while, not knowing what Blaise was doing, but as the snow seemed to change, we understood it all at once.The mud quickly rained in that direction, but after a few seconds, we got what we wanted to see.

A string of footprints gradually emerged on the snow, as if someone was avoiding our attack.

"Ghosts don't have footprints," Pansy said harshly.

"It seems that you have brought a little helper, Weasley." Draco glanced at Weasley intentionally, and the latter's expression was no longer smiling, but panicked.

Blaise trotted towards the place where the footprints ended, but he accidentally stepped on the slippery withered grass and almost tripped. Although he reacted quickly to stabilize his body, he still swayed and staggered involuntarily. He staggered a few steps.Suddenly, his feet seemed to be caught on something, and the next second, Potter's terrified face appeared in front of us-no body, just floating in mid-air.

The four of us stared straight at Potter.

"Back to the castle!" I came back to my senses and shouted.We scrambled to turn around and run down the hill. Whatever Potter did, the scene was too powerful.

"This way can be faster!" Draco greeted.

Now no one cares about how muddy the trail is. We are stepping in the mud, and we just want to get out of that place as soon as possible.In any case, it was counterintuitive for Potter to be there.Did he use magic?Or some more advanced trick?

The author has something to say:

Well...the good news is that I will basically be free from next weekend [but studies still have to continue...

So the double update on the weekend should be guaranteed ~ more?uh, it depends