HP Dawn Night

I can't describe how Draco felt the next day - when he saw Harry Potter still at Hogwarts!And he and Ron Weasley looked a little tired, but very happy.

"What did they do last night?" Draco looked in the direction of Gryffindor frequently in disbelief. I had already told Pansy about last night's adventure on the way to the restaurant.

"What did you guys do last night?" Pansy asked as she cut the sausage, she didn't understand, "Is that really that fun?"

"I've never met my grandparents, nor have my father and mother acted close." In fact, I didn't know who my father was until shortly before coming to Hogwarts.At this point, I poke the hash browns on my plate with some discomfort.

Pansy quickly comforted me softly: "Be happy, Vio, the dean needs time to adapt, doesn't he?"

When she said that, I couldn't help but look in the direction of the teacher's seat, but I happened to meet the eyes of my father.I was taken aback, and my father didn't seem to expect that I would turn back suddenly. He smiled at me slightly in embarrassment, and then looked away as if to avoid it.I froze for a moment, was that a little concerned look just now?

"Look, the dean still cares about you very much." Pansy said, while pouring me a glass of milk thoughtfully.I feel a little happier:

"Thanks, Pansy."

Just then, the owls swarmed into the dining room as usual.Bethany brought me a package and a letter from Mom, and Draco and Pansy had letters from home.

"What did Potter receive?" I was about to open the letter when Blaise interrupted me, looking in the direction of Gryffindor with interest.I looked up just in time to see six long-eared owls dropping a long, thin package in front of Potter.

"What's that?" Draco also noticed the commotion in Gryffindor.Potter seemed to have opened a small note, and after he and Weasley quickly read it head to head, the two hurried out of the hall.

"Crabbe, Goyle!" Draco dropped the knife and fork, looked at the two chubby men, and I immediately stood up: "Don't forget what you promised last night!"

"Stop it! Vio." Draco wanted to chase after him, but I stopped him:

"Unless you take me with you."

Draco glared at me, and I raised my chin not to be outdone, as if I would never give up until I reached my goal.Seeing that Potter and Weasley were about to walk out of the dining room, Draco nodded reluctantly.

I guess they were looking for a place where no one was around to unpack it, but what the hell did Potter get?I'm also a little curious.

"Block their way!" Draco ordered Crabbe and Goyle.

They were huge, and standing side by side just blocked the way to the upstairs.It turned out that just as Potter and Weasley were walking through the hall, they were blocked by two large men.

Draco roughly grabbed Potter's package and touched it: "It's a broomstick." He said, throwing the package back to Potter with a mixture of jealousy and resentment on his face, I guess he It was because he remembered Uncle Lucius' refusal to buy him a broom, "You wait to be punished, Potter, first-year students are not allowed to play with this."

I sadly found out that Draco's IQ would drop by more than ten notches if he got into a fight with Potter.And Weasley couldn't help it anymore:

"It's not some old broomstick," he said triumphantly, "it's Nimbus 2000." The sudden change in Draco's expression, which he couldn't hide, obviously pleased Weasley, and he grinned at Potter: "You Say you have a handful of what at home, Malfoy? Comet 260? Comets are bright, but they're not at the same level as Nimbus."

I think in Draco's eyes, being laughed at by Weasley was an insult to Malfoy if losing to Potter was just a mistake.

"How do you know, Weasley, you can't even get half a broom handle?" He retorted immediately, "I guess you and your brothers have to save twig by twig."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed appropriately, and I said to Potter before Ron Weasley got angry:

"Nice broom, Potter, I assume you've been picked for the Gryffindor team?" I said to Harry Potter as gently as I could.

He looked at me like he was horrified before he said, "Uh...yeah."

"What are you in charge of?" I continued to try to communicate with Harry Potter normally, how much shadow did my father leave on him in Potions class?

"...Chaser," Harry Potter said sheepishly.

"Your father was Gryffindor's Chaser," I said, and Potter's eyes lit up. "You will do well, congratulations."

"Thank you," Potter said awkwardly, touching his nose.

During my conversation with Potter, Weasley kept staring at me viciously, as if I would poison Potter, and I felt that he was ready to fight me at any moment.And Draco and Crabbe and Goyle made all kinds of small noises impatiently, but I'm sure Draco was paying attention to every word we had to say.

"What's going on here, boys?" Just then, Professor Flitwick appeared aside, and he asked sharply.

Then he saw the package in Potter's hand, and smiled at him: "Professor McGonagall told me all about the peculiarities of the situation, that's great, Potter."

"Yeah." Harry Potter glanced at Draco, but didn't say much in the end.

"So, boys, why are you here?" He looked at the four of us Slytherins.Indeed, when Slytherin meets Gryffindor, it is difficult for any teacher to associate in a good direction.

"Ah—Draco is very interested in the Nimbus 2000. Fortunately, Mr. Potter generously lent it to us, didn't he, Draco?" I nudged Draco quietly with my elbow, and he was unwilling He grunted reluctantly in response.

"Excellent." Professor Flitwick said cheerfully. "By the way, Miss Snape, your Levitation Charm can be used flexibly."

"Actually, I've been practicing the Wind Chime and Flame Charm recently," I said. "I think this spell is very interesting."

After a brief conversation with Professor Flitwick, he left in satisfaction.I said to the two men in Gryffindor, "Goodbye. Also, good luck with your Quidditch training, Potter."

In fact, I think Potter is not bad.

But Draco would never agree to that - although he had learned to restrain himself.

"I'm going to the library to write a thesis on Defense Against the Dark Arts, do you want to join me?" I stood still at the door of the library, and then asked the other three people.

Crabbe and Gore certainly don't.Draco also shook his head: "No. I want to go back to the lounge."

"Well," I said, breaking up with them at the library, "if Pansy asks, tell her I'm at the library."

For now, of all the courses at Hogwarts, the one that leaves me speechless the most is Defense Against the Dark Arts.Professor Quirrell always stutters in class, and falters when he asks a few more questions.

Blaise even joked that he was afraid the vampire would come after him again, so he stuffed garlic everywhere to keep himself safe.

I think this is a bad joke, but it is also a very reliable explanation.

When I was halfway through writing, a small female voice interrupted me:

"Excuse me, is this Miss Violet Snape?"

I raised my head, and what I saw was Gryffindor's red-gold and tousled brown hair: "Hello, Miss Granger."

I greeted her politely, and Granger was holding a stack of books that made her look like she might fall at any moment.I looked at her sympathetically, and raised my hand to move things on the table so that she could put the book down.

She piled the books aside and said to me timidly, "I noticed that you did very well in Potions, so I want to ask you a few questions." She waved the parchment in her hand, it was the Potions homework.

She seemed a little afraid of me, which was totally understandable, Slytherins are generally not very polite to bitch wizards.But I've also noticed that Granger is always on her own - Gryffindor ostracizes her too?

"Of course." I temporarily put down the Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis and said politely.

Granger was clearly a studious student, and we spent a long time discussing the few issues she raised.At last she put away the parchment contentedly:

"Thank you so much, Miss Snape."

"You're welcome, you can call me by my first name." I said.

"You can call me Hermione, too," she said cheerfully. "Are you writing your Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis? Maybe I can help you."

So we spent a little more time finishing my Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis.

With Hermione's help, I think the paper looks much more pleasing to the eye.She also recommended a few books to me, which can be found in the library management.

"I have to say, you are really a diligent student," I praised sincerely, "I guess the teachers should like you very much."

"Really? But it took a lot of effort for me to learn it like this, and there are some subjects that I still can't adapt to, such as potions. Children from wizarding families, such as you and Malfoy, have it much easier." She said said dejectedly.

I'm reminded of Hermione Granger's scabies potion, which is completely standard paradigm, she must have followed the textbook exactly.

Perhaps this is the shortcoming of the hemp-born wizards. They always come into contact with these magical things one step later, while the children of wizard families can always receive enlightenment education in advance.

"That's only the difference between fifty and a hundred paces," I said.Hermione smiled happily.

"You're not like most people in Slytherin, I mean...you're easier to get along with," she explained to me.

——They just reject your origin.

But of course I won't say it: "Gryffindor also has a lot of good-looking people." Hermione Granger's eyes dimmed at this point.I vaguely guessed why:

"You're in Gryffindor—"

"——I'm fine." She quickly interrupted me, and then forced a guilty smile, "It's just a little conflict with others."

"That's okay, they will find out about you sooner or later." Seeing that she didn't plan to say anything more, I started to pack my things and prepare to go back to Pan Xi and the others.Hermione sat motionless in her chair sadly.

If it was Pansy, I'd have to ask what's going on and give her a bunch of ideas.But... I shook my head secretly. In any case, as a Slytherin, I shouldn't interfere too much with Gryffindor.

"Excuse me, Hermione." I said goodbye to her, only to bump into Blaise as I turned out of the library.

"You like that Granger a lot?" He nodded towards the library.

I don't want to hide: "She's hardworking."

Blaise smiled slightly, noncommittal: "I'll carry a message for Pansy, she said to meet you at the restaurant."

I noticed that it was already time for lunch. It turned out that I had discussed it with Hermione for nearly a morning, and I couldn't help being surprised: "Aren't you going?"

Blaise still had the same smile, only deepened a little: "I have a little date."

I remembered what Pansy and Draco had said before: "Oh, Blaise, have you started dating girls yet?"

"I think there are a lot of pretty lovely and charming ladies at Hogwarts." Blaise replied without surprise, with an extremely calm attitude.

"Okay." I was a little lost. "See you later, Blaise."

Lunch offered my favorite smoked salmon and beef pie, which I ate as quickly and reservedly as I could, knife and fork in hand, while Pansy and Draco chattered about their morning game of wizard chess.

"Vio, teach me how to play chess." Pansy finally failed to argue with Draco, she said to me depressed.

"Really? Neither of you seems to be able to beat me." Draco said proudly.

I pouted and rolled my eyes at Draco, "Why don't we play gobstones."

"No." Draco refused.

"By the way, what's your odds against Draco?" Pansy asked.

"... How about 30.00%." ​​I asked back, "What about you?"

"..." Pansy picked up the spaghetti even more angrily, "Just pretend I didn't ask."

I think it's absolutely necessary to invent a new game - purely to beat Draco.

"What classes do you have this afternoon?" Draco asked.

"Transfiguration, with Ravenclaw," Pansy replied, flipping through his schedule.

"Not bad." I sighed. "Have you finished your Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis yet?"

Professor Quirrell's homework seemed like a joke to Pansy, and she immediately expressed her impatience with this class with her actions: "Oh? Is there still homework?"

"You spent all morning in the library just to write a paper?" Draco asked me suspiciously.

"No. I met Hermione Granger from Gryffindor and discussed it with her for a while," I explained.

"Hermione Granger?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"That bitch witch." Pansy snorted softly to express her dissatisfaction, "First the Savior, then Granger, Vio, Vio, you really don't act like a Slytherin sometimes."

Draco should have told her about the hall.

"Let's talk about things. Granger is still very admirable academically." I don't expect these two friends who grew up listening to pure blood theory to accept my attitude towards Gryffindor, but at least they are already trying Understood.

"Did Aunt Margaret never tell you how precious pure blood is?" Draco still feels incredible about his mother's education.

"Mom doesn't think we should be hostile to half-blood or hemp-blood wizards—you all know that there are fewer and fewer pure-blood wizards now." I laughed, "The portraits on the wall often emphasize the importance of blood to me. "

The number of pure blood families is always decreasing. There are some small families called "pure blood", but in fact they all have a history of intermarrying with Muggles or mixed blood.Moreover, almost all pure-blood families have certain kinship.

"Affinity always brings a lot of trouble, like me and Draco's family is related to Black." Pansy complained.

"Perhaps your family is better, isn't it, Vio?" Draco was obviously accustomed to seeing the intricate family tree of the Malfoy family since he was a child, and he was used to the messy relationship network between pure-blood families.

"That's not necessarily the case, there may be more involved."

At least as far as the matriarchal line is concerned, the Watson family is particularly fond of marrying foreign wizarding families, among which Germany and France are the most frequent.My grandmother, whom I had never met, was from Germany.

Of course, there is one thing that outsiders do not know. The wizarding world in Germany has a tolerant attitude towards black magic, and the Watson family, which has close contacts with Germany, is of course also affected by it.There are rooms in Watson Manor that I can't set foot in, and even the house-elves don't know anything about the secrets there.

But I would never tell anyone this, the second thing a Slytherin has to do is to be tight-lipped and judge the situation.

"The Potters are related to Black, too. A certain Miss Black once married into the Potters—she's probably grandma," I said to Draco.He immediately snorted dissatisfiedly:

"It's a pity that Potter isn't a pureblood."

I gave him a sideways look, and Draco immediately fell silent.

"It seems that the shadow Greengrass left on you is very strong." Pan Xi covered her mouth and laughed jokingly.I rolled my eyes:

"Please, I want to cast a jinx on her again after all you say."

Purity is a topic I've been having trouble agreeing with Draco and Pansy.Before I knew who my father was, I always thought that my biological father might be a Muggle, or had some undisclosed identity. I once thought that he had died during the period when the Dark Lord was raging, so when I was young, I was very special. Annoyed by the overly extreme pure blood theory among wizards and nobles.

It turned out that Greenglass was the first to hit me at the muzzle.

However, today seems to be the day she is discharged from the hospital?