HP Dawn Night

When Easter comes, the letters from home fly to us together with the eggs.

Bethany brought me a particularly large package.I took it apart and found four Easter eggs the size of dragon eggs inside.

"Looks like my mom prepared it for you too. This is yours, Draco; yours, Blaise; and the last one is yours, of course, Pansy." At the end of the opening, I found that there was still a text message in the box , before I could start reading, Draco interrupted me:

"Look at this, my dad wrote me—" he read one of the paragraphs above, "'As the Daily Prophet said, the Ministry of Magic announced that Crouch was home resting from overwork. All orders were now routed through his deputy, Percy Weasley, who undoubtedly claimed repeatedly that his messages came from Crouch himself, who was said to send owls with instructions on a regular basis. However, There are also skeptics here, after all Weasley showed great ambition and love of power on the first day of the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, I sincerely recommend that you and other reasonable people, in the Crowe It is best to keep that dangerous assistant at arm's length since Qi himself has not been seen in public.'”

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know," Draco shrugged, crumpled up the letter and threw it into the wine glass, "Daddy told me to burn it after reading it." He tapped the wall of the glass with his wand, and there was a burst of blue in the glass The flames, the paper ball was instantly licked into ashes.

"It sounds like Crouch is in a precarious situation."

I opened a box of taffy: "I think it's more intuitive to say that Percy Weasley is a dangerous man, literally."

Pansy looked at the two vacant seats on the teacher's table. Weasley and Bagman were not here today.

"So it's basically Weasley who runs the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department now?" she asked.

"On the surface, at least he is still doing things under the name of Crouch, but in reality, it's hard to say."

"I don't think Weasley would have the guts to do anything beyond his superiors," I saw the Weasley twins chatting briskly to Lee Jordan, "he's certainly airy and self-righteous, but—"

"Isn't he the kind of person who can afford it?"

"No, I always feel that he just longs for power, but... no matter what, he won't take advantage of it now, will he?" I said without confidence.

"Weasley has only been working in the Ministry of Magic for a short time, and the others are not fools. If he really plans to take advantage of Crouch's recovery, someone will find out." Blaise said.

Draco raised his glass - now there was nothing but paper ashes in it: "From my father's tone, he doesn't seem to think that Crouch is recuperating at home."

"He seems to have been sick for a long time," Pansy said, glancing at his watch out of habit. "We haven't seen him since the Yule Ball, remember."

"No wonder my dad wrote to say it's weird, Crouch is a scrupulous workaholic," Draco explained.

Blaise chuckled softly: "No wonder Weasley adores him."

I poured all the candy from the eggs together: "Don't be too nervous, I don't think any of us will have much to do with Percy Weasley."

"In contrast, Moody is more like a dangerous person." Pansy looked at Draco sarcastically, and the latter barely allowed his expression to fluctuate. I decided to protect Draco's face a little:

"Oh, he's always insane, isn't he?--always on his toes!" I imitated Moody.Pansy laughed loudly:

"You should be glad you're in the Slytherin lounge."

"But Moody is an Auror, he certainly won't have a good impression of Slytherin." Blaise emphasized sarcastically, "Maybe he has been secretly watching us for a long time."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes: "It's scary." While picking up the letter my mother wrote to me, I cheered when I saw the first line, "My mother said she would come to see the Triwizard Tournament Last match!"

"Coincidentally, my dad also said he would come with my mom." Draco winked secretly at me, "Maybe they have an appointment."

I was speechless: "Uh... then they... huh?"

"I suggest we turn around now and cover our ears." Blaise said like I knew everything, "Or just leave the lounge, some people are not willing to let us know what they want to say. "

"Shut up, Blaise," Draco said gruffly, and Pansy let out a wild laugh that made me want to slam her throat with a deadbolt.

Draco reached out and tore a page from his notebook, and wrote two lines on it: "I didn't expect that we would have to pass a note at such a close distance—"

"Let's go now!" Blaise looked greatly hurt.Pansy immediately got up from the sofa.

"Pansy?" I waved the wand in my hand warningly. Pansy seemed to be choking, and she sat back on the sofa angrily, still glaring at me.

"We just don't want the conversation between the two of us to disrupt the conversation between the four of us." Draco pretended to be kind.

"Then you don't have to fold the strip of paper into a paper crane!" Blaise said sourly.

Draco blew on the formed paper crane, and under my gaze, the paper crane floated lightly into mid-air and flew towards me gracefully.

"Wow - that's a great spell," Pansy sighed.I'm too lazy to analyze how much irony there is in her words.

"Violet," Blaise interrupted, "I'm not going to tell you that Draco has a book called..." His voice stopped strangely—the Locking Curse—and Draco was slowly retracting his wand. .

Feng Shui turns.I ignored Blaise mercilessly and unfolded the note.There was a sentence written on it: "Did you tell your mother about the two of us?"

I picked up my pen and wrote a line: "I'll write to her after Christmas."

When the paper crane flew back, it brought back a sentence: "Great, I also wrote a letter to tell my father and mother." A heart was drawn behind this sentence, and I couldn't help smiling .

But laughing and laughing, I couldn't laugh anymore:

"Stop the curse," I released Blaise, "I suddenly remembered that my mother didn't know that my father and I were in a cold war..."

The three of them seemed to be petrified. After a long time, Draco tentatively said:

"But we don't know what happened between you and the godfather."

"Anyway, I said something that might affect their relationship." I pulled my hair in frustration, feeling the urge to bang my head against the wall like a house elf.

Now, the three of them were really completely speechless.

"You're done," Blaise asserted succinctly.

"Let's write quickly, Vio." Pansy suggested weakly, "There's still time."

"Can I blow up the Potions Office that day?" I couldn't imagine the scene where Mom and Dad met each other, and anyway, I vaguely predicted my own ending.

Of course, I still have one problem I haven't told them - I haven't figured out how to face Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa again...

The author has something to say:

Slytherin's perspective is bound to be different from that of the protagonist in the original book...

happy reading~