HP Dawn Night

"I noticed that since we taught the Iron Triangle last time, you seem to have lost some... enthusiasm for participating?"

That night, Draco drove Blaise and Pansy away, pretending to have a long conversation.This makes me quite helpless.

"I don't deny it, Draco, you can see that too," I sighed, closing the book and getting ready for a long talk, "I just suddenly felt that the way we treated them was a little too childish."

"Naive? I thought it was the usual routine between enemies."

"Yeah. But we haven't improved much in the way we compete, have we?" I said. "We've grown up, and I think . . . we should improve ourselves in some things."

"What you're implying is—" Draco raised his eyebrows, "You think I'm childish?"

I choked on the tea: "Cough...cough cough..." You know that's good!

Of course I just wisely kept silent.

Draco patted me on the back: "What do you think of Blaise? Well, I think he's the most composed of us."

"Brace is fine," I said slowly, "at least he won't risk himself to mess with Potter every time."

Draco paused slightly: "You don't think my behavior is a bit stupid, do you?"

"Oh no, Draco, you've always acted like a brooding little boy when it comes to things related to Potter," I said sternly, "so I chose to use 'childish' instead of 'Stupid' isn't the word to describe you. Yet you're fourteen, Draco, and you'll be coming of age in three years."

"So you admire Blaise more?"

Draco's line of thought didn't line up with mine.

"It's not that I admire Blaise more, but I think you should learn from Blaise," I said, dumbfounding, "You can't always be a spoiled little boy and talk about 'my daddy', Is it right?"

"And what about Potter, Vio, don't forget that Potter is our enemy, and we're just fighting fire with fire to fight violence with violence—"

"Then do you remember why you two became enemies?" I said softly, and Draco's expression showed a momentary blankness, "On the express train in the first grade, Potter refused to be friends with you. relationship is deteriorating.”

Excluding prejudice and external factors, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had several chances to be friends, but on the express train to Hogwarts, the latter rejected the former's hand of friendship .From then on, the two boys who were not enemies at first began to drift apart, until now they are in an incompatible situation.

"Draco, the prejudice between Slytherin and Gryffindor goes both ways. I don't think Potter is a saint. But a real Slytherin should treat enemies more gracefully than friends. "

"Do you want me to be friendly with Potter?" Draco asked rhetorically.I shook my head:

"I just believe in one sentence - to respect the enemy is to respect yourself."

He leaned on the sofa and lost in thought, I think he really needs some time to buffer.I pulled out my wand and tapped the teapot to refill a pot of hot tea.

Pansy and Blaise sat at their desk doing their homework, glancing at us now and then.

"Let's put it this way, Draco, remember the 'knights' from the World Cup?" I decided to be more blunt.

He nodded.

"About 'that person', about 'certain things', you and I know very well." I whispered, "Although the situation is still unclear, the war may start at any time. Suppose the war is rekindled, and if you are needed To choose which side to stand on, can you let go of your prejudices and make the right choice?"

In the last war, our family was lucky to escape the catastrophe.But there were also many famous pure-blood families who perished in the war.No one knows who Merlin will bless next time, and who is waiting in hell.

"I guess my personal prejudice against Potter probably won't prevent me from making an intelligent decision," Draco replied.

I stared at him: "Then have you ever thought about whether Potter is willing to give you such a chance? Or do you still believe in the label he put on you in his heart?"

Draco's pupils dilated slightly, and he seemed to feel a hint of threat.I resolutely continued to say:

"Potter has a prejudice against Slytherin, he has a prejudice against my dad, and he has a prejudice against you. These are already established facts. The point is, I don't think we should continue to deteriorate the relationship between us, because then It doesn't do us any good."

"If under some special circumstances, Potter refuses to trust us..." Draco shuddered silently, "I kind of understand what you mean."

"Think about Moody again. When he treats you like that, you should have realized that only when you become stronger can you prevent others from bullying or laughing at you." I pressed Draco's shoulder to signal He calmed down, "All in all, it's time for us to grow up."

Draco looked at me thoughtfully: "You, Blaise, and even Pansy are all more mature than me in some way." He shook his head resignedly, "Maybe I—"

"It doesn't have much to do with you, Draco." I stopped him from blaming himself, "You should be thankful that both Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa dote on you, and you're actually the only one of the four of us who really enjoys You have a child in your family, so you should be grateful for the love they give you. But now that you've left home, Draco, it's time to make some changes."

Draco didn't answer, he fell into a long silence - I believe he was thinking - and with some emotion creeping into his gray eyes, I knew the conversation tonight had worked.

A few days later, a story in the Daily Prophet caused an uproar over breakfast.

It was an account of the Triwizard Tournament written by Rita Skeeter, to be precise, an embellished portrayal of Harry Potter's personal life.

"—if they could see me now, they'd be so proud of me..." If it wasn't for Viktor Krum being so close, I think Pansy would have spewed out the orange juice.

"It's disgusting," Daphne Greengrass lamented, reading a line from it, "'I know nothing in the game can hurt me because they're watching over me.'"

"I really believed Porter this time, he must have said nothing during the interview." I scrawled the report, folded it and tossed it aside.

Blaise apparently felt the same way: "Unless Potter is under the Imperius Curse, or he really wants to be famous too much."

"That woman Rita Skeeter likes to scribble best," Draco concluded.

Durmstrang's students, who also saw the report, looked exasperated and chatted rapidly in our native language, which we didn't understand.

Beauxbaton's students also successfully borrowed newspapers from Ravenclaw's classmates, and they behaved calmer. To be precise, I think they chose to treat this flashy press release with an arrogant attitude.

But at the Hufflepuff table there was an uproar, and everyone was upset, even the prefects rarely lost their minds.

Oh, that's totally understandable.Because Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum are only mentioned in the last line of the article, and their names are both misspelled.As for Diggory, Rita Skeeter seemed to have forgotten his existence.

"I'm not going to make a case for this article." Draco reassured me immediately, noticing I was looking at him.

Actually he did.

Harry Potter must have been baffled by this, because for a week he had endured people taunting him with quotes from that article, most of them, naturally, Slytherins.But what's interesting is that his arch-nemesis Draco Malfoy is as rare as he didn't see that report, so he didn't mention a word.More precisely, it was like not seeing Harry Potter himself!

"You've done a good job with Draco," Pansy said to me privately. "I can't believe he's been a different person lately."

"Thank you for complimenting me so much, I appreciate it." I replied, "By the way, I'm going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Who are you going with?"

"Me? Oh, I dated a guy from Durmstrang—not Krum! But not the guy Karkaroff scolded either." Pansy grumbled. "His name is too long, I Can't remember... well, he seems to be on good terms with Krum, I saw them together in the library a few times. Well, then he came to invite me, and I said yes..." Her voice trailed off.

"Poor man," I said pityingly, "how sad it would be for him to know you were only hanging out with him to get close to Krum!"

But Pansy wasn't the only one quick to hook up with foreign students.

"Me, with a Beauxbaton girl," Blaise announced calmly at the dinner table. "She's a little cuter than the one before, so I promise to spend a wonderful Saturday with her."

"The one before?" I was stunned.

"Just a couple of walks together," Blaise explained lightly. "Anyway, that's in the past tense."

Even after three full years of schooling with Blaise, I still hadn't gotten used to how quickly he changed dates.

"Have a nice date," I said numbly.

Pansy turned to me and Draco: "Then it's just you two."

"Don't use the word 'leftover'." Draco corrected solemnly, "I was planning on Jovio going to Hogsmeade."

Pansy smiled mysteriously at him.