HP Dawn Night

I decided to visit Dad in his office before dinner.Draco insisted on going with me, but I refused.I thought to myself that if Dad saw him with me, he'd have to get into extra trouble—like longer hours of voluntary labor.

As the daughter of two potions workers, I know how tedious and annoying it can be to clean up the mess and dispose of materials.

The road leading to the Potions Office was exceptionally quiet. Some people were still in Hogsmeade and some people had already gone to the auditorium to wait for the dinner time.The candle flames danced and cast my shadow on the wall, which looked a bit hideous.Assuming you are not very familiar with this place, this scene is still a little scary.

"Daddy, are you there?" I called, knocking on the door of the potions office.No one inside answered.Similar situations have happened before. At that time, Dad was looking for ingredients for potions, so he didn't hear about it. However, it is also possible that he is temporarily absent.

I push open the door.The office was empty.

The flames were still jumping, the cauldron was still bubbling and bubbling, and the potions book was still open on the table.This means that Dad could come back at any moment.I decided to wait for him here.

Bored, I decided to take a look at this office: the number of times I came here this semester has been greatly reduced.

When I got to the storage room, I noticed that one of the storage cabinet drawers was clearly not closed properly.I stared at it for a second or two, feeling a little strange in my heart.As a strict potion maker, Dad's attitude towards potion ingredients can be described as sacred.Different materials have different storage methods, some need to be protected from moisture, and some need to be isolated.In order to avoid changes in the properties of the medicine caused by external factors, Dad would never let the drawer be closed in such a hasty way—no matter the haste.

I went over and opened the drawer, and inside was a dried herb.I picked up one and looked at it, it was two-eared grass.

——The two-eared grass that was neatly arranged is now a little messy.

On a wild guess, someone took some of the ingredients and tried to rearrange them so they looked exactly like they did before.

But this work was interrupted by me.

My spine stiffened involuntarily, I subconsciously held my breath, and my hand sneaked into my pocket to grab the wand.Suppose some intruder takes this opportunity to steal some potion ingredients, and unfortunately I interrupt.So that person is still in this room now.

Throwing the two-eared grass back pretending nothing happened, I slammed the drawer shut.While turning around again, under the cover of the robe, he secretly pulled out the wand and hid it in the sleeve, while slowly pacing along the storage cabinet, looking around pretending to be casual.In the Potions Office, there were consoles, cauldrons, all kinds of cabinets and shelves, and it was not that difficult to hide someone.

Actively attacking at this time is definitely the worst policy.The visitor may not be an opponent that I can defeat - it may be a student, it may be a faculty member, or worse, an outsider.Sirius Black broke into the Gryffindor tower twice in his third year, which means that Hogwarts' defenses are not so impenetrable.

I am still very confident in my magical ability. Among the Hogwarts students, my dueling level must be at the upper end. However, if the opponent is an adult wizard, the situation will not be so good.And a wizard who is so arrogant that he dares to break into the potion office must have certain combat experience and excessive courage.It is almost impossible for me to defeat such a wizard.

Time delay is a double-edged sword.I don't know if the other party will jump over the wall in a hurry.Walking slowly along the storage cabinets, my mind raced.I can stay here, or I can choose to leave.It is undoubtedly more dangerous to stay here. If Dad comes back suddenly, the thief may hold me hostage in desperation, but it is also possible that Dad and I can subdue him first; leaving may be a good choice. By touching me when I walked in, maybe it meant he didn't want to attack me, or that it wouldn't do him any good to expose myself.Maybe I could walk out just as safely.But that is not certain, he may change his mind at any time...

Just when I was in a dilemma, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door: "Godfather, Vio?"

"Draco." In an instant, I made a decision, "Dad is not here. Let's go first and come to him at night." Then, I walked quickly to a drawer at the end of the storage cabinet: "I Take some potion ingredients by the way, wait a moment."

Saying that, I opened the drawer, just as I remembered.It contained fresh sap grass.After a quick thought, I took them all out, stuffed them in my pocket, and closed the drawer.

Draco was waiting for me outside, and I closed the office door behind me as I went out.When Draco was about to speak, I made a silent gesture to him:

"Go to the auditorium, I'm hungry."

The door in the back is almost a nightmare to me.I speeded up my pace secretly, and after turning the first corner, I grabbed his hand involuntarily: "Hurry up," I whispered, "We have to find my dad."

Draco nodded without asking anything.We sprinted along the dark corridors, there must be a dinner party in the Great Hall above, and the unsuspecting people were completely unaware that Hogwarts was infiltrated by outlaws again.Suppose we can be quicker, in time, and perhaps catch the cunning thief in time.

"Dad!" We bumped into the person we were looking for in the hallway, and Dad frowned and looked at the two of us who were out of breath, "Someone is trying to steal the ingredients in your potion office." I didn't care to pass by Looking at someone with a surprised look, he said quickly and quietly, "He took the amphora. I don't know what else. I'm assuming - Granger comes to mind - that he's going to use it to make Polyjuice Potion materials, so I took all the remaining sap plants."

I took out a handful of sap grass from the pocket of my bulging school robe and handed it to Dad.Granger had snuck into Dad's pantry in second grade to make Polyjuice Potion.

"You did a good job." Dad understood what I was talking about in an instant, and he took the herbal medicine from my hand decisively, with a trace of sullen signs on his face, "Now you all go back to the auditorium quickly." He shouted He walked in the direction of the potions office.

"Dad!" I yelled worriedly.

"Don't worry," Draco stopped me from catching up, "It would be better if you didn't follow. That person should have escaped by now."

"Draco, it was really scary just now."

"I know," he said gently, "you haven't come out for a long time, and you haven't spoken, so I guess there might be something wrong."

I shook his hand nervously, and he gave me a firm grip back.

Fortunately, Dad returned to the teacher's table at dinner soon, and I couldn't see anything from his expression.Probably as Draco expected, the thief had already escaped.

"If he fails once, there will be another time." I put down the knife and fork without knowing what to do.

"Professor Snape will step up his vigilance." Pansy tried to persuade me, "You can ask him later how the situation is. I have your favorite crab puffs tonight, are you sure you don't want it?"

"Of course." I decided to put the matter aside for now.

"By the way, how was your day?" Blaise seemed determined to tease (or provoke) once a day.

"Not bad," Draco replied succinctly, and then he couldn't help but smile, "Except for some uninteresting third-year students, the rest of it is very good."

Blaise sighed, "So I was still thinking about who can subdue a young master like Draco. I didn't expect a master to be in front of me." He said exaggeratedly, looking at me with provocative and reverent eyes, Makes me uncomfortable:

"Brace, are you determined to piss us both off?"

Without waiting for Blaise to answer, Pansy used her interest to divert the topic: "How do you know they are third graders?"

"Looking at the back, it doesn't look like a senior." I replied.

"Most of the people interested in the Shrieking Shack are third graders," Draco said.

Pansy smiled ambiguously: "They probably didn't expect someone to date at the Shrieking Shack. You two are really... unique."

Draco returned a smug smile.I reluctantly put the last crab puff on her plate: "Eat well and talk less."

After dinner, I stopped Dad in the hall: "Did you catch that man?"

"He wasn't there when I went," Dad gave me an appreciative look. "I checked the status of the other materials, and your guess was right."

"But he might do it next time." I reminded him, "Have you thought about what to do?"

Dad let out a drawn-out exclamation and said meaningfully, "There's never a way to keep burglars out once and for all. Remember that, Vio."

After he finished speaking, he simply turned around and didn't intend to continue explaining.

"That can't be left to him to steal." I said to his back.

"A thief who strikes again and again will leave clues no matter what." Dad dropped such a sentence.

I watched the billowing figure in the black robe disappear at the end of the stairs.He shook his head silently in his heart.

Dad's attitude is very confident and calm, and I admit that this kind of calm can make opponents intimidated.But if it were me, I would definitely choose a safer method.

"How long are you going to stand here?" Pansy walked from behind me, staring at the corridor with me with folded arms, "Sometimes I think our definitions of ourselves are too simple." Said deeply.

I turned to look at her and motioned for her to continue.But Pan Xi just shook his head: "You just think I'm just talking casually."

The author has something to say:

As mentioned earlier, Blaise has dated some girls, and Pansy has dated some boys.This kind of relationship is classified as a "dating partner". Simply put, these two are still single at present...~