HP Dawn Night

When I went to Hogsmeade again, there were fewer familiar people and more strange people.

"It's weird," Draco's voice came to my ears through the wind, "You're not usually this quiet."

"Ah—I just thought of Flint and Melinda." I pointed to the gate of Hogwarts, which was close at hand. "Do you remember this time last year? They helped us drive away the dementors." .”

"It turns out that you are missing the past time." Draco seemed to be touched, and said with a little sentimentality, "Everyone I know has graduated one class after another. I don't know when the day we graduate, Hogwarts How many classmates we are familiar with in Cili."

"It seems too early to say this now," I quickly reminded, "We still have nearly four years to graduate."

"That's right." Draco's expression became a little brighter, "Who do you think will be the captain of the Quidditch team next year?"

"I think it's probably Montague." I thought about it, "He's the oldest in the team, and tomorrow will be his last year at Hogwarts—speaking of which, Captain of Gryffindor Do you want to change it too?"

"Yes, I just want to know if Dumbledore will make Potter the captain." Draco said angrily, "That crazy old man has always been partial..."

"Don't be silly," I reassured, "the Gryffindor team still has a lot of old players. The Weasley twins are good, and those girls are good, too. The chances of Potter becoming captain are really slim. And Compared to this, you might as well think about who will be the prefect of Slytherin next year."

I winked at him: both of Slytherin's current prefects are graduating this school year.

Draco raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "You think—I can?"

"Think about how wonderful it would be if you were a Slytherin prefect and Potter wasn't a Gryffindor prefect," I suggested.

Sure enough, Draco's eyes burst into some extra light.

Compared with the Quidditch captain who can only shine during the Quidditch match, the prefect is obviously a character who can show off his might all the time.

"Oh, not necessarily," Draco restrained his emotions in time, "Brace and Theodore are both good candidates. Maybe I'm just smarter than Goyle and Crabbe."

"Come on, you're overly modest. We only have a few people in this class?" I laughed, "In my opinion, you are undoubtedly a popular candidate, and I also expect you and I to be prefects together Woolen cloth."

He froze for a while, and asked eagerly, "Is it true?"

"You don't believe me? Do you think I'm not qualified? Or do you want to be the female prefect with Daphne?" I pretended to be angry and distanced myself from him, and started to trot at a faster pace, "Okay, then pretend I didn't say anything!"

"Vio!" The people behind caught up, "What does this have to do with Greengrass? I just didn't expect it. Well, I thought you would be more happy with Blaise as a prefect, after all, he won't mess with Granglass." Findo. And I, well, maybe I'll abuse my position to take a point off them."

"Oh, Merlin. I thought our conversation had worked. So you wanted to be a prefect just to trouble Gryffindor?"

"Of course I won't take the initiative, but you won't refuse the occasional 'strict management', will you? Vio? Are you angry?" Draco suddenly grabbed my arm, "The ground is slippery, walk slowly."

I subconsciously slowed down my pace: "Oh, of course I'm not really angry. I'm just looking forward to your transformation."

"You'll find that even when I read the report in the Daily Prophet, I didn't laugh at Potter," Draco said.

I looked up at him: "That's definitely an improvement. I also noticed that when we first talked about 'prefects', you controlled your emotions. I bet you were a little bit smug? Just It's like you've got your prefect badge on."

Draco's face was slightly red, he coughed in disguise, and changed the subject: "Do you want to go to Honeydukes or the Three Broomsticks first?"

"Of course I went to buy candy first." I smiled and took his arm naturally.

Honeydukes has launched several new cream-filled chocolates this year. When I looked around in the store, I found that many students wore badges produced by Slytherin on their chests.

"Let's be honest: How many people did you give those badges to?" I asked.

Draco shrugged, and took another box of sugar quills: "It's mainly thanks to Montague and Warrington, and of course a few junior students volunteered to help."

"They're pretty efficient." I grunt, turning to grab some bubblegum. "Oops—"

"What's wrong?" Draco looked back nervously.

"Nothing." I waved my hand and looked in front of me suspiciously. There was no one else in the aisle. "It seems that I bumped into something just now..."

"Maybe it's a candy ghost." Draco joked ignorantly.I stared inexplicably at the aisle that was wide enough, maybe it was just my illusion.

This reminds me of another thing: the scene I saw in Hogsmeade last year.Potter's head was floating in mid-air.

"How about we go to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer, it's getting cold," I suggested, coming out of Honeydukes.

"I have no objection, but let's wait for that woman to go over first."

Rita Skeeter and her photographer friend are coming out of The Three Broomsticks.

"Did she write another press release in the tavern?" I watched her stuff something into an alligator handbag.

"Shh, don't let her notice us." Draco pulled me into the crowd quickly.Skeeter may not know Aunt Narcissa and my dad, but she sure knows Uncle Lucius and my mom!I don't want to be forced to answer a bunch of awkward questions in public.

Fortunately, Rita Skeeter was talking to the photographer and didn't notice the flow of people around her.

The Three Broomsticks was packed with people, mainly Hogwarts students.After all, this is the first time to come to Hogsmeade this year, and everyone's enthusiasm is generally high.

"I saw a few banshees over there." I looked at this group of seldom-appearing guys with interest, "They don't know how to disguise themselves, do they?"

"Not all wizards will disguise themselves, but we have the Ignore Charm and the Confusion Charm." Draco looked at the empty seats around him, "Great, there are still two vacant seats there."

I'll grab a seat and Draco will get a drink.Everyone in the tavern seemed relaxed and happy, and I saw Astoria sitting with some of her friends, without Theodore Nott.Daphne and Millicent Burst had just pushed the door out.

"Did you see Blaise or Pansy?" Draco returned with two steaming cups of butterbeer.

"Dating people don't usually come to the Three Broomsticks," I replied.

Draco raised his eyebrows.

"They usually go to Madame Puddife's," I explained. "Pencey told me."

"The name sounds like a place full of girlish feelings." Draco said sarcastically.

"I also want to remind you that Tuesday is the first match of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" Draco took a long gulp of butterbeer.

I pointed behind him: "I happened to see a Miss Gryffindor there alone."

It was Hermione Granger, sitting there by herself, writing and drawing in a notebook.

"That's weird, I saw Ron Weasley sitting with his brothers just now." When Draco turned his head, Moody and Hagrid just pushed the door open, "Damn—"

"You still have a fear of Moody, don't you?" I almost laughed out loud.

Draco snorted angrily.

"Hey, don't pay much attention to him." I waved my hand in front of his eyes. "He's just an Auror who has a prejudice against Slytherin, but just happens to favor Potter a little bit."

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