HP Dawn Night

The words left by the Weasley brothers before they left seemed to be kept in the hearts of every Hogwarts student. Strange things kept happening in the school-a corridor turned into a swamp, and students fainted, vomited, and had a fever for no reason.

Many professors should know that these are all tricks, but they seem to prefer to see Umbridge in trouble.Actually me too.I once confiscated some colorful fudge from a few junior students, and Blaise told me that it was a skipping candy sold by the "Weasley Brothers Joke Store", and they also developed the so-called swamp corridor One of the prank products.

"It is said that 90.00% of the packages sent to the school recently came from the Weasley Brothers joke store. You have to be careful, Violet, the prefects are busy." Blaise said jokingly.

I looked at Umbridge hurriedly across the corridor: "The prefects are not busy." Yes, Umbridge is a high-ranking investigator appointed by the Ministry of Magic, but so what.If Hogwarts continues to be in such chaos, it can only prove two things.One, Umbridge is not capable of running a school; two, Hogwarts needs Dumbledore.Neither would be what Umbridge wanted.

"She doesn't necessarily need a prefect," I shrugged, turning to Blaise, "she needs a group of people who are loyal to her."

Blaise didn't speak. After a while, he suddenly said, "Do you know where Draco went?"

I shook my head: "He's been busy recently."

"That's right." Blaise seemed to want to say something, he hesitated for a moment, "This year's House Cup and Slytherin will miss out."

"Unfortunately." I shrugged, "Montai didn't have a good ending to his career as a captain."

"Actually, we are sorry for him." After a long time, Blaise went on to say, "No matter how bad he is, we may indirectly destroy his life."

I was silent.We haven't heard from Montague since he went to St. Mungo's, and no news doesn't mean good.Perhaps Montague would spend his entire life lying unconscious in bed, talking gibberish.Is this what we want?

"You think... we should..."

"I don't know," Blaise said heavily. "I'm sorry, Violet. I don't know." He looked up at the candle-filled chandelier. "I really don't know."

I am speechless.The matter of Montague is both a secret and a gulf between the four of us.His coma has become a shadow in our hearts. On the one hand, I don't want him to wake up and tell the truth. On the other hand, I also don't want him to be affected for the rest of his life.

I don't know who is mostly responsible - all four of us cast the Stunning Charm, which caused Montague's head to hit the wall; Pansy cast the Oblivion Charm, maybe that confused Montague's brain; Shenfeng Wuying was hired to create the scene, perhaps that was the real culprit who hurt Montague.

"Miss Snape, Mr Zabini."

I startled, and Umbridge was walking towards us.

"Professor Umbridge." Blaise greeted proactively.

"I need you guys to come to my office. Now, right now," she emphasizes, her trademark smirk on again.

To my surprise, Draco and Pansy were also in her office.I looked around and quickly realized that all the students present were Slytherin students, and none of them were ordinary people.It's not hard to guess what Umbridge was up to.

"It's like this. The minister and I agree that it is necessary to gather a group of students who can distinguish right from wrong and have a clear mind to serve Hogwarts in order to maintain order and proper norms." She walked slowly behind the desk and opened the A small box containing a bunch of badges with an "i" engraved on it, "You will be granted a higher level of authority than the prefects. I hope you will assist the senior investigators. If you find that any student has violated any You can make immediate punishment decisions and report to me later. When their behavior is too serious, you must let me know as soon as possible.”

I didn't speak.Umbridge's actions reminded me of something else, and I struggled to think: Why wasn't the Room of Requirement open that night?Reminiscent of the gathering of Potter and his party at the Pig's Head Bar, I made a bold guess.

Umbridge came over and put our badges on one by one himself, "Special Operations Investigation Team", how straightforward the name is.Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was aimed at Potter.

"I value you very much, Miss Snape." I suddenly came back to my senses, Umbridge was looking at me straight, as if he had seen through all my secrets.

I froze in my heart, and quickly smirked: "Of course."

The Special Operations Investigative Team was set up in full swing, and as I walked around the school wearing the badge, those who saw it flinched and averted my gaze.They were afraid of me - or rather Umbridge.I'm somewhat sad, when I was just a prefect, I didn't have so many strange looks, at most it was just that the Gryffindor students were unfriendly to me.But on the other hand, I felt a taste of power that the prefect badge failed to give me.

Umbridge has given us unprecedented powers, we can deduct points and add points, we can also lock up and punish.

"What is this, Snape?" Finally one day, Weasley stepped forward and asked.

I raised my hand and pressed the badge: "As you can see."

This time I turned around and left without giving him any extra words.I will no longer try to walk between Slytherin and Gryffindor as before. It is true that a wise Slytherin will understand the importance of hypocrisy and pretense, but more importantly, learn to be ruthless. When it comes, the wall grass will also be rolled down.

"You've been going really fast lately," Pansy said to me. "What's going on?"

I couldn't tell her what Astoria wanted, or who my daddy was. "It's nothing," I shook my head. "Power tastes good, doesn't it?"

She ignored my last words: "If there is anything you must tell me, no matter what - Violet, I am with you."

"Are you still in touch with Louis?" I changed the subject.

"Pen pal relationship." She shrugged, "He originally said he would visit me in England this summer, but depending on the situation, I'm afraid it won't work."

"The dark and stormy night is coming, I am afraid," I sighed. "It would be better for him to remain safe in France."

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