HP Dawn Night

We heard the news about Montague the next day.Everyone was saying that Monta didn't know why he ran to the bathroom on the eighth floor alone at night, and also used a spell to blow up the sink and hurt himself.

"How is he?" Pansy asked Millicent beside him pretending to be nonchalant.

"Still talking gibberish in the infirmary," Millison replied, "probably after the concussion."

I clearly saw Pansy's face turn pale all of a sudden.

"I hope he gets better soon." She said hastily with an unsteady expression.

After Millicent left, Pansy turned her head towards us quickly, looking completely terrified: "That's a side effect of my Oblivion Charm!" She opened her eyes wide and whispered in panic, "If he My memory is permanently damaged, and that's my fault. They can find out who cast the Forgetting Curse!" She murmured with a sad face and couldn't continue.

"I think it's more likely my Stunning Spell." I put down my knife and fork and pushed the plate away, "You heard what Millicent said too, the concussion...it was my Stunning Spell that made his head hit to the wall."

"If it's the Stunning Spell's fault, then we're all to blame," Draco said immediately.

"Yes, but I took the main responsibility." The more I thought about it, the more scared I became.If Montague really suffered from some kind of lifelong sequelae, this would immediately become a nasty assault, and the school would definitely investigate it.If they track down the spell that hurt Montague and the wand that cast it, they'll find me soon... I can't imagine what's going to happen next.expulsion?Or worse, involving the Ministry of Magic?

Both Blaise and Draco were silent, until now we really realized what a terrible thing we did last night.Montague is certainly not a kind person, and if he is not aggressive, we will not attack, but soon we will be the ones who will reap the consequences.

"Should I tell Dad about this?" I whispered. "He might have a way."

"Now?" Draco looked back at the teacher's seat, he forced a wry smile, "I don't know..."

"Wait a little longer?" Blaise said uncertainly, "If the situation is still like this within two or three days, let's take the initiative to ask the dean to admit it."

"At that point there's not even a leeway for maneuver," I said weakly.

"Is there any room now? Our only hope is that Montague will get better soon." Blaise took a deep breath, "I don't know which is worse. Being accused by him or being found out It's a suspect..." He shook his head.

"I want to find a reason to go to the infirmary to see Montague." Draco said suddenly, "I think I have to see it with my own eyes to judge how he is."

Blaise looked at him sideways: "You think so?"

Draco clenched the fork in his hand: "Yes. If I must be punished in the end, then I also hope that now I can predict in advance what will be waiting for me."

I lowered my eyes in silence.After a pause for a few seconds, Blaise's voice sounded: "I'll go with you."

"Vio?"

"I'm not going. I'm afraid, but—" I raised my eyes, "I don't regret what I did last night."

"I'm not going either," Pansy said falteringly, "I'm going to get over it..."

A few minutes later, Draco and Blaise headed to the infirmary, where they would use team practice as an excuse to visit Montague.

"Isn't that weird?" I asked Pansy, "I know I was wrong, but I don't regret it."

"You mean the Stunning Charm?" she replied hoarsely. "You... we just did what Montague might have done to us."

"He's not completely right." I stared at the dancing flames in the living room and muttered to myself, half stating the facts and half convincing myself.

"What if the worst happens?" Pansy buried her face in her hands. "Fired?"

I did not speak.

"I can't imagine what I'm going to do with my life in the future. Run away from home, get fired. My whole life is ruined by a forgetting spell."

I hissed. "It's too early to tell. Things aren't that bad yet."

"How bad could it be?" Pansy said dryly.

At this moment, Draco and Blaise came in through the stone wall.The answer was almost written on their faces.

"Montae is still in a coma intermittently, and when he woke up he was just talking nonsense." Draco told us Montague's current situation succinctly, and Pansy let out a low cry, she seemed to be about to faint.

"The situation is quite special. They have notified Montague's parents. If he doesn't improve tomorrow, he will be sent to St. Mungo." Blaise added.

I asked, "Did Madam Pomfrey say what the school plans to do?"

"No." Draco replied quietly.

Pansy put her hands over her mouth.

I took a deep breath: "I'm going out for a walk."

When I was walking in the corridor, I suddenly felt a feeling of being overwhelmed, mixed with an inexplicable feeling.If I am going to be fired in a few days, what will I do in the next few days?

I stood in the foyer looking at the green grass and the endless mountains under the clear sky.Looking at this familiar scene, I suddenly began to crave everything about Hogwarts.It's like the oxygen in a dying person, slowly decreasing with each breath.

And that feeling of being overwhelmed reached its peak when I saw Potter and his party coming from the caretaker's cottage.

"Harry Potter!" I impulsively called Potter's name, and walked straight out of the hall.When they saw me alone, they all tacitly showed a look of seeing a ghost, and Weasley seemed to avoid it even more.

"Snape." Granger looked at me warily, eyeing me warily.

I ignored her, but spoke directly to Potter: "Take a step?"

"If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it here." Weasley said to me in a bad tone.

"You'd better watch Umbridge." I ignored him.

Granger frowned, looking at me warily.

"She knows you guys are up to something behind your back," I continued, Potter's expression changed noticeably, and the Weasley next to him looked terrified, "I'm not sure how much she knew , but she has secretly recruited some students to help her monitor you."

Granger hissed at my last words: "Harry, Crabbe and Goyle—"

"Why—why did you come to tell me this?" Potter looked at me hesitantly, "I thought you were with…"

"Just think of me as my own business." I cut him off, turning my gaze to Granger. "You're smart, but not enough. Crabbe and Goyle are just the obvious two."

My taunts about Granger's IQ obviously made her feel somewhat offended.Granger sneered: "Obviously, the helpers Umbridge recruited are all Slytherins."

"That's because your so-called assembly is obviously not open to Slytherins." I immediately retorted, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, haven't you heard that saying, Granger?"

"So why did you come to us? When did we become friends?" she continued rhetorically.

"You think too much. I only came to you because Umbridge is more hateful than you. But she is not my enemy, so of course you are not my friend." I smiled faintly, "Sometimes You seem too clever, Granger."

"Wait a minute, Snape." Potter interrupted my argument with Granger suddenly, "Has there been any problems in Slytherin lately?"

I immediately became alert: "That has nothing to do with you, Potter."

"You had an argument with Montague in the first game, and then you quit the team." The savior, who likes to think too much like Granger, went on self-righteously, "Then we overheard Greenglass fighting Monty mentioned your name—”

Greenglass?Daphne Greengrass?Was she telling Montague the secret?

"—and it just so happens that Montague is in the hospital again. Is something wrong in Slytherin?" I heard Potter ask.

"Whatever happens in Slytherin is none of your business, Potter," I scribbled. "You better take care of yourself, Potter, you're in a bad position."

"but--"

"I don't think we're familiar enough to exchange house affairs. Goodbye." I was still thinking about Daphne's snitching on Montague, and my nameless anger prompted me to end the conversation with the three Gryffindors quite roughly.Let them worry about Umbridge now, I'll settle the Daphne thing before I get fired.

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