HP Dawn Night

I took Pansy's advice and first wrote a letter to my mother, tentatively asking when she would come to Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, when Bethany came back, she brought me a note:

"Sender:

We regret to inform you that Ms. Margaret Watson departed a week ago for a closed research exchange session.She will return to the UK directly after the meeting.Your letter has been received, and it will be passed on to Ms. Watson when she returns.

good luck.

French Saint-Louis Institute of Commercial Potions”

Me: "...Then what do I want you to forward!"

Pansy sympathized with this, expressing in passing her helplessness.Blaise, somewhat hilariously, said he couldn't do anything about it.And Draco suggested that I go and settle the matter with Dad as soon as possible.

"It was a matter of extraordinary courage," I confessed over the dinner table.

"Think about the outcome, it's going to be wonderful." Draco urged.

"You can try it, Vio." Pansy also said that this plan is feasible, "As long as you lower your profile a little, Professor Snape should forgive you."

"But I don't think I've done anything wrong," I insisted.

Pansy and Draco exchanged a helpless look. "That's the crux of the problem." Pansy followed the persuasion, "You don't think you're at fault, and Professor Snape doesn't think he's at fault, that's why you're deadlocked until now."

"As long as one of you backs down a little bit, everything will be settled." Blaise chimed in.

I stared at the wobbly piece of milk pudding on my plate and made up my mind: "Okay then, I'll go find him tonight."

At a quarter past nine in the evening, I said goodbye to Draco, Pansy, and Blaise at the door of the lounge. The three of them were going to return books in the library, while I walked towards the darker and colder Potions Office.

I hope this journey can be longer, so that I can prepare a good draft.Even when I stood in front of that door, I secretly expected that someone else would be in the office, or that he wasn't there.

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I knocked three times, tried to turn the handle, and cast the Unlocking Charm.In the end, I came to a conclusion: Maybe Merlin really heard my heart, because Dad is rarely in the office!

Eventually I decided to go back first.

A few minutes later, the three people who went to the library also stepped into the lounge.

"He's out of the office." I'm the first to say that I'm not running away.

"we know."

I looked at Pansy suspiciously.Draco explained this:

"We saw Potter and Dumbledore on the way back from the library, with the godfather following them, and that's when he was heading for the office."

"Potter and Dumbledore?"

"Yes, they walked towards the field." Blaise nodded, "We only saw the two of them galloping past, and Professor Snape was far behind."

"Did something happen on the field?"

"I don't know," Pansy shook her head.

Draco sat on the sofa and looked up at the lake, as if he could see what was going on outside through the lake: "But I remember that today seems to be the day when the warriors go to see the last event."

Blaise's expression gradually became serious, and Pansy bit his lip - what could make Dumbledore so anxious during the Triwizard Tournament?

The next day, rumors began to circulate at Hogwarts.

Karkaroff was absent from breakfast, and was seen wandering distraughtly on the shore of the lake.

Word came from Durmstrang that Krum had not returned to their ship last night.

Blaise tried to find out about the gossip girl from Durmstrang, and he got a more reliable news: Krum was attacked last night and is still in the infirmary, but the situation Nothing serious.As for why Karkaroff behaved strangely, no one could give an answer.

"Who attacked Krum?" Draco asked.

Pansy just went to the Durmstrang boy, and she didn't ask anything useful: "I don't know. Karkaroff only told them about Krum's situation, and didn't say a word about it."

Blaise nodded: "People in Durmstrang know very little, they don't even know that Dumbledore rushed to the scene last night."

"Maybe Potter knows something." I motioned them to watch the Gryffindor Triangle. They looked distraught and probably didn't listen to a word of Professor Binns's lecture.

"So what, he won't tell us anything." Draco said impatiently.

Blaise tried to calm down: "Actually, Potter may not be clear, otherwise he wouldn't be so irritable."

"I know." I whispered.The previous letter from Uncle Lucius flashed through my mind - Bagman was at Hogwarts last night and Percy Weasley has been missing.

"Could it have something to do with Percy Weasley?" Pansy obviously thought about it with me. "That would explain why Ron Weasley also cared about this matter."

I glanced at Ron Weasley, who was just as restless as Potter, and they both looked sleep deprived.

"If Weasley knew something, Potter should know as well," I said.

"You mean—they're a gang?" Pansy looked at me in surprise.

"No!" I lowered my voice with some annoyance and pointed out a key question, "I remember that Ron and Percy didn't have a good relationship, and even if Percy really did something, he probably wouldn't know."

I remember that Percy, as the prefect of Gryffindor and the head of the boy student body, always liked to put on an attitude and put on an air of superiority.For Ron, a younger brother with mediocre talents and no outstanding features, Percy seems to have always ignored him.

"Violet is right." Blaise said, "Actually, this is probably the case. The third match is coming soon, and I'm afraid Potter doesn't have the extra energy to care about Krum's attack. "

"Don't forget what we said before," Draco said with a little emphasis, "that Potter's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was full of things that were wrong from beginning to end!—who put his name in the And the Goblet of Fire ensured that he would be chosen? Who guided him to face the dragon? Who provided him with gills? And now that Krum is attacked, maybe that person originally wanted to attack Potter?"

"Are you starting to care about Potter?" Pansy pointed out sharply.

Draco was speechless for a moment.Blaise patted him on the shoulder: "Calm down, buddy."

"If it is, you should tell him our deduction now and make him give up participating in the competition." Pan Xi continued unceremoniously, "If not, then pretend that you don't know anything."

"Pansy!" I raised my voice, "It has nothing to do with whether Guan cares or not. No one can watch a living person die."

Under my gaze, Pansy seemed to be in control:

"Someone would want Potter to die," she said, "maybe it's the man behind the scenes, and no matter what, someone would want Potter to die in the Triwizard Tournament—isn't that what we discussed earlier? result?"

At this time, the get out of class bell rang untimely.Professor Binns floated out, and other students packed up their things, yawned, and left one after another.There were only four of us left in the classroom.

"We all know who wants Potter to die," Pansy said with frightening calm, "but there's nothing we can do about it. The Gryffindor Triumvirate won't believe us, and even if they do, that People are bound to come up with new ways to force Porter to play."

"On the bright side, Potter is not facing danger alone." I waved my wand and cast a listening spell outside the classroom, "Apart from Granger and Weasley, do you still remember Sirius?" Blake?"

Pansy wrinkled her nose in disgust. The name seemed to make her uncomfortable.

"Of course I remember, my deviant cousin." Draco said sarcastically.

"But he had a good relationship with James Potter," Blaise said, who had been silent all the time. "There are rumors that Black was wronged. If that was the case, Black might have explained everything to Harry Potter. "

"You mean... Black has been secretly helping Potter?" Draco said slowly.

I hesitated: "The possibility of this is very small, but it is not impossible."

"This can also explain how Potter passed the first two levels." Draco's expression seemed to relax a little.

"If this is the case, Black will definitely spare no effort to protect and help Potter." I continued in one breath, "then the possibility of Potter encountering danger will be greatly reduced. What's more, after this incident, Dumbledore will also be more vigilant. I think it will be much more difficult to do anything in the third game."

"That still doesn't explain why Krum was attacked," Pansy reminds us.

"After all, there are some things we don't know." Blaise replied.

The four of us sat in silence for a while in relative silence.Draco had a struggling look on his face.I noticed: "What's wrong with you?"

"Before I came to Hogwarts," Draco said suddenly, a long time ago, "my dad told me to get close to Potter if possible, to win him over, to befriend him. But Potter told me on the train that he has the ability to distinguish who can be friends. Then I thought, if we can't be friends, we can only be enemies-who made me in Slytherin and he in Gryffindor What?—not to mention that he can attract the attention of a group of people wherever he goes, I... In short, my father agrees with my idea, so I just..."

I sighed: "Are you provoking Potter intentionally or unintentionally, trying to get his attention?"

"You're just not reconciled to him taking all the limelight, which is understandable," Blaise said pleasantly, "but you don't really want him to die like this."

Pansy also put away her slightly aggressive attitude: "It was Potter who refused to be friends with you in the first place, but it was not without reason. He may have heard of the relationship between the two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor. He may already know that the wizard who killed his parents was from Slytherin, so he will inevitably be affected by subjective emotions."

"But aside from that, it's hard for you to be friends," I continued. "You have different home environments, different educations. You have different perspectives on things from a very young age, and those differences will Let the difference between you become more and more obvious."

"You're right, Vio," Draco said suddenly, "I'm just naive."

"We've all been naive." Blaise said firmly, "You don't like Potter, Pansy doesn't like Granger, Violet doesn't like Weasley, but they may not really hate that much. Potter, Greg Ranger and Weasley actually have their own advantages, but some things about them are contrary to what we admire and agree with, so in fact, while we don’t like them, they also don’t like us.”

"Forget about that for now," Pansy said, looking at the time. "As we said, Merlin prefers Potter."

"And Potter isn't a stupid fool, he must have realized that someone was trying to hurt him." I said, "Draco, you only feel guilty because you have put Potter in a position to die. But in fact he is very Chances are it's going to be safe."

"You mean, I'm not concerned about Potter, but just surprised by his death?" Draco asked back, his eyes briefly confused.

"Of course you care about him," Blaise quipped. "If you didn't care about him, you'd be a really insensitive bastard."

"But sudden death is also part of the reason," I shrugged, "but anyway, I don't think Potter will die so easily."

The author has something to say:

What the hell is this chapter... I hope someone understands QAQ

I'm just trying to get Draco back from the brat's way