HP Dawn Night

A few mornings later, Astoria came to her sister with a copy of Wizard Weekly.

"Daphne, you should read this—" She giggled playfully, pointing to one of the reports.

Daphne's expression fluctuated, but she just took it without saying a word: ""Harry Potter's Secret History of Sadness"?" She read the headline of the report and couldn't help showing a little interest .

"You'll find this an interesting article." Astoria smiled sweetly, tilting her head, and returned to her friends.

Now even we became interested and gathered around to watch.

Beneath a color photograph of Porter was a short essay written, unmistakably, by that Rita Skeeter again.

This short essay is not so much Potter's sad history, it should be renamed "Hermione Granger's Affair".Skeeter, as always, described Potter with exaggeration, but also smeared Granger by the way.

To sum it up, the Boy Who Lived fell in love with his constant companion, who also had an affair with the Quidditch star.And Granger was at the center of the crime, the two striking boys were obsessed with her, and she—

"Created an aphrodisiac?"

"'According to an unnamed classmate'?"

Everyone put down the magazine and looked at each other.

This is too funny!

"Unless she sneaks into the potions office and steals it, she can't make any damn potions." I calmly put the magazine aside. "Is Skeeter not making any news?"

Interestingly, someone actually broke into the potions office.It's just that those materials are used to make compound soup.

After I said this, the onlookers seemed to believe that Skeeter was talking nonsense, and they gradually dispersed.Daphne stuffed the magazine into her schoolbag casually.I thought about it and thought it would be better not to meddle in my own business.

Then everything happened as it should.

Daphne threw the magazine at Granger before Potions class, presumably trying to irritate Granger, but Granger was much calmer.But my dad saw her discussing the report with Weasley and Potter in class.

Next thing my dad got the magazine, and he—read it.

Amid the laughter, Potter's ears turned red, and the effect of the report was more than ten times stronger after Dad read it.Even Granger's face was burning.

"How touching," he said sarcastically, rolling up the magazine amid the uncontrollable laughter of the Slytherins, "hmm, I think it's best to separate the three of you so you can concentrate on making the potion Instead of thinking about all this messy affair. Weasley, you sit here and stay still. Granger, miss, you go over there and sit next to Miss Parkinson."

what?

Pansy and I looked at each other in panic.

"You," Dad pointed to me accurately, "sit with Mr. Potter at that table in front of the podium. Now, let's do it."

Now even the Slytherins couldn't laugh.Pansy's face was starting to turn blue, and they glared at each other hostilely as Granger approached with the cauldron.Weasley, on the other hand, just sat there anxiously, not knowing which friend to support later.

I, on the other hand, pack my things reluctantly, as slowly as possible.I believe that one of the reasons Dad assigned it this way must be because I had just pissed him off a while ago.Originally, I could comfort myself that this was just a small conflict between the child and the parents, but now I am completely reduced to the same treatment as Potter - the only student in Potions class who will receive "special attention".

Being the center of attention in potions class is never a good thing.

Potter instinctively moved a few inches to the edge of the table as I walked over, which I did too—we made up our minds to keep a safe enough distance from each other.

When I took out the tools and started pounding scarabs, my father came over: "You have become the center of media attention, which seems to make your already small head even more swollen, Potter." He said softly.

Potter didn't answer, he pounded the scarab hard.After all the years he's been sparring with my dad, he must be well aware that my dad's intention is to piss him off so that he can take fifty points from Gryffindor before get out of class ends.

"You probably take it for granted that the whole wizarding world is amazed at you," Dad continued bluntly, Potter's scarab had been turned into a fine powder, but he was still pounding numbly, "but I Don't care how many times your picture is in the papers. To me, Potter, you're just a nasty little boy who thinks you can ignore all the rules and regulations."

This sentence is not entirely wrong.I muttered to myself.Potter had indeed been violating various school rules: especially towards the end of the term.

It was quiet in the classroom, but my dad was such a consummate ventriloquist that no one but Potter and I could hear him.

Potter poured the scarab powder into the cauldron and began chopping ginger root.I saw his hands tremble slightly, probably from anger.But he kept his eyes down, as if he didn't hear my father's words.

I have to admire.

"So I'll give you a good warning, Potter," said Dad, in a voice that was getting softer and more sinister, "despite your reputation - if I ever catch you breaking into my office again -"

"I've never been near your office!" Potter said angrily suddenly, forgetting about his deafness just now.

"Don't lie to me," my dad said in a low voice, his fathomless black eyes staring fiercely into Potter's. I know who stole it."

Potter glared at Dad not to be outdone: "I don't know what you're talking about," he said coldly.

"You were not in your bed the night someone broke into my office!" Dad hissed. Your behavior will never be tolerated again! If you sneak into my office again in the middle of the night, Potter, just wait and see!"

"Well," Potter said calmly, looking down again to chop his ginger root, "I'll keep that in mind in case I feel like going there on a whim."

Dad's eyes flickered, and he reached into the black robe with a hand, and took out a small crystal bottle, which contained a clear and transparent liquid.Potter watched carefully.

"Do you know what this is, Potter?" Dad's eyes twinkled conspiratorially.

"I don't know." Potter replied honestly.

"It's Veritaserum - just three drops will make you reveal your innermost secrets and make the whole class listen." Dad said savagely with a touch of glee. There are very strict rules governing it. But you have to be extra careful, or I'll miss." He shook the crystal bottle slightly, "and pour it into your dinner pumpkin juice. And then, Potter...then we'll figure out Have you ever been to my office?"

I tossed the ginger root into the cauldron, and Potter absently raised the knife and chopped the root into pieces.I think Dad's threat just now is really a great warning, and I'm afraid Potter will be uneasy for a while.If all his memories are really dug out, I am afraid that many people will be implicated.Maybe from now on, Porter will try to develop the habit of carrying drinks with him.

At this time, someone outside the classroom knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The whole class turned their heads to look, and it was Karkaroff who came in.He made his way to the podium, twirling his goatee with his fingers, visibly restless.

"We need to talk," Karkaroff said abruptly as soon as he reached the podium.

Dad rebuffed him in a low voice: "I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff." But the other party cut him off eagerly:

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been avoiding me."

"We'll talk about it after class," Dad said sternly, looking angry.Karkaroff looked panic-stricken.The rest of the time, he hovered behind the podium, seemingly determined not to give Dad a chance to slip away.I picked up the crystal vial and filled it with my potion sample, deciding to stall for a while to see what Karkaroff was up to.

In this way, when the whole class walked towards the door noisily, I stood in an unobtrusive corner by the pool.

Draco, Pansy, and Blaise looked at me strangely, and I gestured for them to go first.At the same time I noticed Potter squatting behind the cauldron with a rag, pretending to be mopping the floor.It seems that I am not the only one who wants to stay and eavesdrop.

"What's so urgent?" Dad said to Karkaroff in a low voice.

"Look—" Karkaroff was raising his hand, but stopped suddenly.I stood by the pool generously and let him look at me.There was a bit of anger in Karkaroff's eyes: "What are you doing here?"

I innocently raised the crystal bottle in my hand: "Hand in your homework, professor. I don't want to interrupt your conversation."

Karkaroff looked at me sullenly, turned around and strode out of the classroom.I jumped to the front of the podium in two steps in three steps, put my crystal bottle on it, and then walked out quickly.

As for the follow-up, let Potter handle it.

The author has something to say:

After opening two pits, the pressure is very high, but fortunately, the author of this article is relatively plump [waves]