HP Dawn Night

Black draperies hung in the resplendent hall, matching heartbreakingly with the black robes on the four long tables.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the staff table:

"Another year," he said, looking at everyone, "it's over."

The auditorium was quieter than ever before.Professor Dumbledore paused, his eyes falling on Hufflepuff's table.The emotions on this table are the most depressive, saddest and palest.

"I have many things to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but first I must say with deep sorrow that we have lost a very fine man who should have sat here and enjoyed the This dinner." He gestured to his fellow Hufflepuffs, "I want everyone to stand up and raise a glass to Cedric Diggory."

Everyone stood up one after another—including the foreign guests—raised their goblets, and said in unison in deep and deep voices: "Cedric Diggory."

I saw through the crowd that Karkaroff's place on the faculty bench was vacant, and Moody had returned.Dad's expression was still elusive, and my heart fluttered. How many people here think he is a bad guy, and how many people think he is a good guy?And a double agent can never be easily judged by good or bad.

I saw the shaking shoulders of my Hufflepuff classmates, and I could even hear the suppressed crying.I saw Cho Zhang at the long Ravenclaw table, tears rolling down her cheeks silently.I even saw Potter, who once again escaped the man's harm, but the burden on his shoulders was even heavier.

Finally, everyone sat down again, and I looked away. Draco, Pansy, and Blaise all lowered their heads to express their memory to the classmate who deserved respect and memory. The fleeting moments of life.

"Cedric exemplified all that is characteristic of Hufflepuff," continued Dumbledore, "a kind and loyal friend, a hard-working student, and a man of fair play. His death was You all were shocked, whether you knew him or not. So I think you have a right to know what happened."

We looked up at Dumbledore, and my eyes intertwined with those of the other three - Pansy and Blaise had already learned the truth of the matter, and I think the four of us were probably the few at this table understand people.

"Cedric Diggory was killed by Voldemort."

There was a nervous murmur in the Great Hall, and everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.We acted very calmly. The news was announced by Dumbledore, which meant that the Ministry of Magic did not believe Potter's words.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," admitted Dumbledore, unsurprisingly, "and some of the parents of some of my classmates may be shocked by what I've done - perhaps because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back. , or because they thought I shouldn't have told you about it, after all you were young. However I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying if we try to present Cedric's death as an accident , or attributing it to his own carelessness is an insult to his image."

At this time, every face in the auditorium was turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on every face.

"In speaking of Cedric's death, one other person must be mentioned," continued Dumbledore. "I am speaking, of course, of Harry Potter."

There was a stir in the hall, and several people turned their heads to him, and then quickly turned back, looking at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter escaped Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore, "and he risked his life to bring Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. He was fearless in every way." , Few wizards have displayed such spirit in the face of Voldemort, and for that, I salute him."

Dumbledore turned gravely to Potter, raising his goblet.Everyone in the Great Hall stood up, and we murmured Potter's name just as we had said Digory's name.Not everyone in Slytherin stood up, but anyway, I think Potter deserved our respect this time around.

Dumbledore added another word, emphasizing how important the wizarding community's mutual understanding was in the circumstances.Durmstrang's classmates were nervous, but Dumbledore didn't mention their headmaster, he didn't even say harsh words.

"Every guest in this Hall is welcome to come back any time he wishes," said Dumbledore.

A week ago, one of our classmates lost his life.

Ironically, a week later, it was Dumbledore who was calling for unity here - the Ministry of Magic refusing to acknowledge the fact that You-Know-Who had returned.

"Remember Cedric. When you have to choose between the right way and the short way, please don't forget a just, kind and brave boy who suffered such a tragic fate because of his unexpected encounter with Voldemort ...and always remember Cedric Diggory."

"Another year is over."

It is another beautiful and pleasant summer day.As we descended the steps, Beauxbaton's carriage was about to set off, and Durmstrang's ship was ready.

"I don't know how they will steer that ship without Karkaroff." Blaise watched Durmstrang's classmates step onto the deck.

"Karkaroff never takes the helm, boys do all the work." An unfamiliar female voice said.It was Blaise's Durmstrang partner, and she came to say goodbye: "Nice to meet you, Blaise."

"Thank you, it's also a pleasure meeting you this time." Blaise smiled at her.The girl was startled when she saw Pan Xi, and then said abruptly, "You must be Pan Xi."

"That's right." Pansy looked at her inexplicably.

"I have known you for a long time." The girl offered to extend a hand, "I really hope that I will have the opportunity to come to Hogwarts in the future."

Pansy obviously didn't understand, but she shook hands with the other party very politely: "Professor Dumbledore said that you are welcome back anytime."

"I hope we will meet again." The girl said, and turned to leave, "Goodbye!"

I watched her hurry down the lawn towards Durmstrang's ship, my bright red robes flapping like flames in the breeze, and my spirits were involuntarily brightened.

"You know what," I said, and I couldn't help laughing, "I'm really going to France this year."

Pansy looked back at me in surprise: "Have you made sure?"

"Yeah." I nodded.Pansy's face lit up with genuine joy, and Draco smiled as he turned to watch the horseless carriages slowly coming down the driveway towards us.

At this time, a huge shadow passed over our heads, and Beauxbaton's carriage set off amidst the exclamation of the students. The anchor was lifted amidst warm applause.

"Life has to go on," Blaise said.

"Yes."

On the train back to King's Cross the weather was nothing like it was when we visited last September.The sky was cloudless.

The crowd came and went and passed outside our box, and the gloom on their faces seemed to have lightened a little. Dumbledore's speech had a vaguely soothing effect on people's hearts. At least most of the worries in the hearts of most people were changed because of his words. It faded a lot.

Pansy pulled out a stack of The Daily Prophet that had been in her bag, and she laid them out on the table in chronological order.

"What does that mean?" I glanced over, and none of the headlines on the front page had anything to do with the Triwizard Tournament, "I think the Ministry of Magic put pressure on them to keep silent about the Triwizard Tournament. "

"A little bit actually." Blaise pointed to a curt message, "It just said Harry Potter had won."

"Nothing else." Draco flipped through the newspaper.

"It's no surprise," I said.

"But haven't you noticed the point?" Pansy seemed to be suppressing something desperately, her expression was filled with excitement, "Rita Skeeter! She didn't say or write anything. Something is wrong!"

"what do you mean--?"

"I guess someone has also discovered Skeeter's secret, so she can't write any more." Pansy emphasized, "It won't be Daphne, although she has provided Skeeter with a lot of false information before, but this time it should be It has nothing to do with her."

A name quietly surfaced in my mind.

"What are you laughing at?" Draco looked at me and couldn't help but smile.

"Hermione Granger," I said happily, "Skeeter offended her, and must have taken the time to look it up."

"I think so too." Pansy turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window with ease and joy, "No matter what, no one wants to see Skeeter's nonsense."

"Speaking of Daphne, do you know what's going on with her and Bird recently?"

Pansy and I couldn't help but glance at each other.

"It's the same." Pan Xi spread her hands, "They don't talk in the dormitory, and they avoid each other."

"But I still hope that they can go back to the way they were before." I said, "Maybe Daphne is just talking fast for a while, but Burst really treats her as a friend."

"Everything will be fine." Draco reassured, he took out the wizard chess, "Anyone want to play?"

"Let's play Crackling Explosion." Blaise took out a deck of cards.

The rest of the journey flew by so quickly that the Hogwarts train pulled up to the platform by the fifth game of the game.The students started to get off the bus one after another.

Blaise and Pansy picked up the suitcase and left the compartment, and I also picked up my luggage to go out, but Draco stopped me:

"Vio—" Then he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead and cheek, "We may meet again soon."

"I'll be looking forward to it." I stared at him without blinking.

Draco's Adam's apple twitched, and I couldn't help licking my lips, his eyes sparkled seductively—

"Sorry!" The cubicle door was knocked hard suddenly, we quickly separated, Pansy stood outside with a disgruntled face, "Draco, I don't want to accuse you of how—" she considered After a bit of wording, "shameless!"

"Seriously, people on the platform can see you through the windows." Blaise smiled narrowly.

"Shut up," Draco threatened him, "or I'll put a jinx on you."

Blaise shrugged indifferently, but he remained obediently silent.

When I got off the train, I saw that my classmates had already found their families, and their faces were filled with the joy of reunion after a long absence.

I saw my mother standing behind the fence at a glance, she was waving to me, and Aunt Narcissa was beside her with a relaxed smile on her face.

everything will get better.

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