HP Dawn Night

We hurried to the auditorium after the afternoon classes, and I felt that I needed energy after a hard day, as we had to go to the library to do homework in the evening.

"Snape," Millicent Burst walked quickly through the crowd, and greeted me, "The Dean wants you to go to his office now."

"Now?" I looked at her in surprise.

"Go, Vio," Pansy advised me, "Look at the crowds, we'll reserve a spot for you."

She was right.The foyer was crowded with people waiting in line to eat, and it seemed that it was not time for dinner yet.

"Okay, thank you, Bulstrode." Pansy, Draco, and Blaise stood at the end of the line and waited.And I headed for the basement office against the crowd that flocked to the foyer.

The reason why Dad asked me had something to do with the Triwizard Tournament.

"I assume you already know about one of the big events this term?" He stared at me sternly, which made him resemble Professor McGonagall.

I nodded honestly.

"I don't expect you to spend many weekend nights practicing spells seriously throughout the year, so I regret to tell you that your make-up classes have been canceled this year." Dad announced with a straight face.

I tried my best not to show smugness or joy on my face: "That's such a pity, I thought I could continue to have opportunities to improve myself..."

"Considering that you are still a qualified student in general, I specially reserved some academic opportunities for you." Dad continued.

I suddenly stopped laughing.

"Make a potion every week, give me a sample and send the other to your mother. If either of us is not happy with it, you'll have to do it again next week. Besides, I'm kindly reminding you Don't forget to practice the magic spell, if your mother is not satisfied with your level of magic spell when you go home during the summer vacation, then your trip to France will probably be cancelled—”

...After so many years, I have long dismissed the trip to France as a bubble.

"—and next summer, you'll be doing a summer of advanced studies at Spinner's End." Dad stared at me. "So you get it?"

The trip to France is all right, but I don't want to spend the whole summer with the Crucible.This threat is too serious!I quickly nodded again and again: "I know, and you will not be disappointed."

Dad gave me a contemptuous smile (I'm assuming it was a smile) and lazily dismissed me: "Okay, now you can go back to dinner with your goofy little friends."

"……OK"

"Oh, one more thing," Dad stopped me suddenly, "When you have a chance, you can remind your little friends, just say that I will continue to pay attention to them, so don't try to play tricks under my nose. "

Tricks?What trick?I'm completely clueless.

I can't think of anyone among Pansy, Draco, and Blaise who has done something to piss off Dad lately, but I did see some "tricks" when I returned to the auditorium.

Professor Moody was limping down the marble stairs, and there was a shivering ferret on the flagstone floor of the foyer.

There was a group of terrified people standing nearby, and I noticed that my three friends were not among them.

"How come there are ferrets running into the hall?" I saw a Slytherin freshman standing in the crowd, so I went to ask him.

"That's not a ferret!" The freshman seemed to be frightened, and he replied in a high voice, "That's a Slytherin student!"

I looked at the poor ferret on the ground in disbelief: "Who is that student? Who made him like that?"

"It's the one you hang out with a lot, the one who likes to antagonize Harry Potter..." said the freshman tremulously, "He and Potter were having a fight, and Moody was—"

"Don't touch it!" Moody suddenly yelled, and we all jumped.

"Not about you—it's about him!" roared Moody.I turned around hastily. Crabbe was about to pick up the ferret, but he was too scared to move.

That must be Draco.I let go of the already stunned newborn, and Moody started limping toward Crabbe, Goyle, and Ferret—or rather Draco—who backed away with a yelp of horror, Trying to run in the direction of the underground classroom.

"I don't believe in that!" roared Moody, pointing his wand at the ferret, who rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and went up again.

"This is too much! Stop!" I pulled out my wand through the crowd. "Professor Moody! Transfiguration is not allowed in schools to punish students! I said - stop!"

There are many students in the same grade as us around, some of them recognized me and backed away.Like leaving enough room for a duel between Moody and me.

"Get out of the way!" Moody yelled at me. "I don't like people who attack people in the back. It's the dirtiest, most despicable, cowardly thing to do..."

The ferret leaped into the air, its legs and tail flailing wildly in despair.

"The curse stops immediately!" I didn't care about anything else, I drew out my wand and pointed at the ferret and shouted.

The ferret in mid-air fell down as if it broke free from the net that bound it in an instant, and I reached out to catch it in time.

"I warned you, boy—don't touch it!" Moody called gruffly to me.I suspected that he should turn me into some kind of animal next, I quickly looked around the crowd, and saw the Iron Triangle of Gryffindor not unexpectedly.

Well, anyway, today this account can be charged to them again.

"What's going on here? Professor Moody!" said a surprised voice.Professor McGonagall was coming down the stairs with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly.I hugged the shivering ferret tightly. In any case, Professor McGonagall would at least be willing to change Draco back.

"What's the matter?" asked Professor McGonagall, looking between Moody and me, and finally settled on the ferret.

"Lesson learned," Moody said.

"It's a student, Professor!" I said.

"That's right," Moody said.I gave him a blank look.

"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurried down the stairs, and drew his wand. "Put it down, Miss Snape."

Moody is still there.I looked at him suspiciously, wondering if it was a preconceived illusion, I always felt that Moody looked malicious.

"What happened here?" A lazy voice came from the direction of the underground classroom, my eyes lit up, and the savior appeared.

"Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall seemed hopeful that he could break the deadlock.

Obviously, Dad understood the situation in a matter of seconds.

"Do as Professor McGonagall says, Violet, unless you're willing to hold Mr. Malfoy like this for a while."

I'm willing to gamble all my Galleons for the rest of my life, if it weren't for the fact that there are three professors here, the group of people around would have laughed out loud.

Seriously, Professor Snape, you're worse than Professor Moody.

I put the ferret on the ground, Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and a moment later, with a crackling sound, Draco was back to normal again.He huddled up and lay on the flagstone floor, his smooth, light-blond hair hanging over his now dazzlingly red face.

"My God, Draco." I knelt down and looked at him.

"Moody, I think Professor Dumbledore must have told you," said Professor McGonagall weakly, "that we never use transfiguration as punishment!"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absently, "but I think it's time to scare hard—"

I gave him a hard look, and Dad coughed.

At this moment, Draco seemed to think he could stand up, although he was still trembling.

"We can put you in confinement, Moody! Or report to the dean of the college where the client is!" Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"I'll do that." Moody looked at Draco in disgust, but the words were addressed to Dad, "Speaking of which we're old friends too...Snape."

Draco's pale eyes were still welling with pain and humiliation.

"Are you okay," I asked worriedly, "we can go to the lounge now, Pansy and Blaise—"

"They're there." Draco raised his hand and pointed in Weasley's direction, "They're there!"

"Get out of the way, Weasley!" I decided to vent all my dissatisfaction with Professor Moody on him, Weasley was startled by me, and took a step aside in horror.

Then I saw Pansy and Blaise fall to the ground unconscious.

"No... it wasn't us!" stammered Weasley.

"They did it first!" Granger retorted sharply at the same moment.

They looked at each other and changed their words at the same time.

"Accidentally!" said Weasley.

"We were just acting in self-defense," Granger argued.

"Just the Petrifying Charm," Potter interjected inappropriately.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" said Dad softly. "Three weeks of free labor, the three of you—Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."

"That's not fair!" Weasley yelled first, and I stared at him resentfully. "Malfoy first—"

Granger stomped on him, and the rest of Weasley's sentence came to an abrupt end.

Professor McGonagall has undid the petrification spell for Pansy and Blaise.They both looked eager to pounce on the Gryffindor trio plus Moody and eat them alive.

"I took Mr. Malfoy away, Professor McGonagall," said Dad.Professor McGonagall nodded.He came over and grabbed Draco's arm, leading him towards the basement office.

"They're finished," Pansy said through gritted teeth.

"I'll remember the account," I said.At this time the three of us were walking towards the auditorium under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall.

Even Blaise, who has always been calm, has a bit of anger in his eyes: "We all will."

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