HP Dawn Night

Since the notice of the Christmas holiday was sent to us, Hogwarts has been immersed in the upcoming festive atmosphere, and almost no one has the intention to listen to the lectures honestly. The professors seem to have gotten used to it and have begun to open their eyes Turning one eye and one eye - except maybe Father, whose expression clearly told us he didn't see any necessary connection between Christmas and Potions.

"Focus on your cauldrons. Especially you - Potter!"

Father walked around the classroom in his long black robes, making his usual pick on Potter and the other Gryffindors.

"Pansy, what do you think will happen if I'm sorted into Gryffindor?"

Pansy replied without looking up, "Don't be stupid, honey. Number one, it won't happen. Number two, if it happened, I might not see you anymore."

"..."

I think it makes sense.

"Remember to write to me, dear." We took the Hogwarts Express home the afternoon before the holiday.Draco and Blaise helped me and Pansy get the suitcase out of the car, and Pansy hugged me and walked over to her parents impatiently.

"Merry Christmas, dear Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson." I greeted Pencey's parents politely.Although Pansy and I were childhood playmates, I saw the Parkinsons very rarely.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Snape." Mr. Parkinson nodded slightly to me.And Mrs. Parkinson said to me gently:

"Pansy said you were her best friend at school. Glad you guys had a good time—"

Before I could answer, Mr. Parkinson coughed and interjected:

"—Indeed. In fact, I also think that maintaining the connection between pure-blood families is very important..."

"Father!" Pansy exclaimed unhappily.Mrs. Parkinson gave her husband an unhappy look, then smiled apologetically at me.Before I could figure it out, Mrs. Parkinson greeted me behind me with a smile:

"Oh! Long time no see, dear Narcissa, Margaret!"

Mr. Parkinson also greeted him: "Lucius."

While the adults were talking, I asked Draco, "Where's Blaise?"

Unexpectedly, he also said helplessly: "It's a pity that I can't give you the answer, Vio, because Blaise disappeared as soon as he got out of the car."

"It's a pity I didn't get to see Mrs. Zabini," Pansy said regretfully, stroking her flaxen hair lovingly.

"Oh! Merlin, Pansy, seriously—you're already a real little beauty." I said sweetly to her, while Draco secretly made the gesture behind the adults' backs. The act of vomiting.I bet he wouldn't dare let Uncle Lucius see him like this.

"You're so good at talking, Vio." Pansy obviously enjoyed it, she squinted her eyes and smiled.

"Will you write to me, Vio?" Draco asked me.

"Come on, Draco, we're actually only on vacation for less than a week." I shrugged and made a small grimace.Draco ignored it:

"And you, Pansy, it is very necessary for friends to maintain high-frequency communication!"

"However, I have to point out that that's not the tone to speak to ladies, Draco." The adults ended their conversation, and Uncle Lucius heard Draco's last words by coincidence, and he Touching the snake-shaped cane, he said to Draco gracefully.

"Sorry, Father." Draco visibly flinched when he saw the cane, and the slick guy immediately changed his appearance, "Goodbye, Pansy, I'll write to you."

The Parkinson family was about to leave. Upon hearing this, Pansy smirked and replied, "Of course, I am looking forward to hearing from you, dear Draco."

"I'll write to you as soon as I get home." I hugged Pansy again.

"See you on the Hogwarts Express." Pansy waved us again, and walked through the wall with her parents into the Muggle world.

"Like your birthday present, Vio?" Mom took my hand and said to Draco lovingly, "Vio said you were the best student in Slytherin? Oh - Lucius, Narcissa , you should be really proud."

"Of course," Aunt Narcissa kissed Draco on the cheek, "Lucius and I can't wait to see Dragon bring back a first class."

"Please don't say that, Margaret. Severus has mentioned to me more than once Vio's talent in potions, and he is obviously very proud of it. I have to say, little Vio Inherited the gift from both parents." Although Uncle Lucius was not as obvious as Aunt Narcissa, he was obviously satisfied with Draco's performance.

What surprised me was that my father had taken the initiative to mention me to Uncle Lucius?And that I'm gifted in potions?

My face was hot all of a sudden, and my mother gave me a doting look: "Actually, I just hope that Vio can develop in this direction when he grows up."

"By the way, Vio, you may not know—your mother is so wonderful, she has registered her own brand of beauty potions." Aunt Narcissa announced to me.

Mom was modest: "Oh, dear Sissy, if it wasn't for your and Lucius' help, I would have had to go through a lot of trouble."

"Vio, have you thought about what you're going to do after graduation?" Draco asked me.

"Uh..." This question is too long-term, and I really never thought about it.

"Forget it," he shrugged, "we still have a long time to think about this."

"Okay, say goodbye to Draco, it's time for us to go home." Mom said, tapping me on the head.

"I almost forgot to say - Merry Christmas, Draco," I said, lowering my voice, "I hope you like my present."

"Really?" He looked at me confusedly.

"I'm not sure you'll like it yet," I added. "Goodbye, Draco. Goodbye, Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa."

When I got home, Mom went straight to the lab again, but this time she didn't bring me because I needed time to do my homework and wrap presents.

"Do you want to go out and fly?" Bethany squatted in the cage, calling out to me dissatisfied.I threw a few grains of owl food in and it didn't even look at it.

"Okay. Don't forget to come back in time, there are still many Christmas presents that need to be delivered by you." I opened the cage, and Bethany yelled obediently, and then slid out of the window nimbly.

I watched it skim low over the lake and into the woods.

By the way - Hermione asked me to look for a man called Nick Flamel.

I thought about it, since Hermione couldn't find his words in the book, shouldn't he appear in ordinary books?

Seriously, this is really clueless.

Standing in front of the tall and long bookcase, looking at the countless books in the library of Watson Castle, I finally decided to go downstairs and ask my mother.

"Mom." I knocked on the door of the laboratory.

"Vio? Come in." Surprisingly, today's laboratories do not have burning cauldrons and swirling steam.

"Aren't you doing an experiment today?" I asked.

"Yes." Mom pointed to the row after row of potions on the shelf, as well as some disorganized potion bottles piled up on the ground, "I want to tidy up things when I have time today."

"What happened to the brand of beauty potions that Aunt Narcissa said about?" The last time I heard it was when my mother mentioned it to me on the eve of my trip to Hogwarts.

"I've opened a store in France, you know, with some friends of mine," said my mother. "As for England, I'm going to open a store in Diagon Alley, and it will open after Christmas."

"What is your name?"

"Miss Watson's World of Potions," Mom said, "I wanted to name it after the two of us, but I think you should be left with some chances of your own—such as establishing your own brand in the future."

"Mum, you're amazing," I complimented. "I never thought you'd start your own brand of potions because... well, I didn't know you knew the business side of things."

"Sissy and Lucius helped me a lot." My mother shook her head and said, "If I were to do it myself, I'm afraid I'd probably mess it up."

"You've been great, Mom." I said from the bottom of my heart.

Mom smiled. "You can do better, Vio."

I thought of my life at Hogwarts, and smiled happily: "Of course."

"I haven't asked you yet, how are you getting along with Severus?" Mom asked me leaning against the lab table.

"It's okay," I said uncertainly, "Father will give me private tutoring every Friday night. In fact, our relationship has become more harmonious recently."

—since the conversation after Potions class.

"That's good." Mom sighed. "I was worried you wouldn't get along. After all, Severus was missing from your life for eleven years."

"It's not his fault," I said. "We still have a lot of time to make up for those 11 years."

Thinking about how difficult it was for my mother to raise me alone, it was hard not to think about my father.But it's really not his fault, after all, he didn't know about my existence until a few months ago.

"Your grandfather was furious when he found out about it. We were asylum in France at the time. He was angry for a long time, but finally accepted it slowly."

I was very young when my grandfather died.The stories my mother told were completely foreign to me, perhaps because I was too young to mention them in the past?

"By the way, Mom, I have something to ask you." I changed the subject, "Do you know who Nick Flamel is?"

My mother looked at me in surprise and quickly replied, "He was the most famous alchemist in the [-]th century. It is said that his greatest achievement was the creation of the Philosopher's Stone. But how did you think of asking that?"

"I heard it by accident." I pretended to be unintentional, "Can I help you, Mom?"

Mom had no doubts, she shook her head: "Some potions here are dangerous, just let me come."

"Then I'm going to do my homework first." I closed the door of the laboratory for her and told Hermione the news myself after I decided to leave.