HP Dawn Night

If I'm really an extremely loyal Death Eater, maybe killing Dumbledore is not an impossible task for me-but I am not a follower of the Dark Lord.

The re-emergence of the Dark Lord has brought panic and pressure to the wizarding world, which I deeply experienced when I went to buy new books.

Diagon Alley has completely changed.Spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons used to be displayed in the window, all colorful and colorful, but now they can't be seen, but are tightly covered by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic.Most of these forbidding purple notices were blown-up versions of the safety advisories in those pamphlets that the Ministry of Magic circulated over the summer, and some featured black-and-white photographs of wanted Death Eaters in action.Bellatrix Lestrange sneered hideously in front of the nearby drugstore.Several windows were boarded up, including Florin Fusco's ice cream parlor.On the other hand, many dilapidated stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.The nearest stall to me, tucked under a stained striped awning outside Lihen Bookstore, has a cardboard sign nailed to it: Sells amulets, effective protection against werewolves, dementors, and inferi.

"They know it can't work?" Pansy beckoned to me from under the eaves, glaring at a scruffy peddler who was trying to persuade a witch to buy a silver necklace that was said to ward off evil spirits. .

"How was your summer vacation?" I asked.The Lihen Bookstore was dimly lit and smoky, completely different from before.

Pansy glanced at the clerk on the side alertly: "It's not good, we'll talk about it later." She took out the book list from her pocket, "Have you and...he eased up?"

"No." I shrugged. "Actually, we had no contact at all during the summer vacation."

"Okay, then I'll ask directly—what's your current situation?"

"I don't know, it all depends on what other people think, at least I feel like Draco and I are avoiding the question." I answered frankly, "Do you still have contact with Louis?"

"Louis?" Pansy turned his head in confusion.

"Your French pen pal."

She laughed with a look of sudden realization: "No, of course not. You don't really think that we will develop a relationship, do you? Merlin, I won't harm this kind of sunny boy."

"Then you might as well think about Blaise, you two can be regarded as a strong duel." I sarcastically said.

Pan Xi froze for a moment, then quickly turned around: "The king doesn't see the king. What's more, I only consider Blaise as a friend-I believe he thinks so too."

After buying the book Pansy asked me if I wanted to check out the Weasley Brothers joke shop.

"Brother Weasley?" I wondered, "Could it be the twins who happened to be fighting Umbridge?"

"Indeed. I saw their storefront when I came, and it's so colorful." Pansy led me forward, "Of course, I don't like Gryffindor, but everyone really needs some fun right now. right?"

I stare dumbfounded at the new storefront in front of me—big purple posters advertizing in gold, the windows buzzing like a fireworks display.Pansy was already walking up the steps with great interest, and I followed her.The store was so crowded that I almost thought I had walked into a clearance sale of Fengya wizard robes.

I looked around and saw a pile of cardboard boxes filled with quick-acting skipping candies all the way to the ceiling.There are also several boxes of popular juggling wands.There are also popular quill pens, including automatic inkjet, spell check, quick answer and other varieties.A group of teens watched excitedly as a wooden figurine slowly ascended steps towards a realistic set of noose racks, both atop a box that read: Reusable Hangman ——If you can’t spell it, hang him. The hangman is a kind of spelling game toy. It usually consists of a gallows and a villain.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Pansy noticed a group of girls chattering excitedly around the pink shelves. "I think someone is taking your mom's business, Vio."

"What—?" I looked up, just in time to see a line of big characters written on the billboard above the shelf: Advanced Love Potion.

"Hello, Violet." A pale golden head appeared next to me, and I realized that it was Luna, whom I hadn't seen for a long time. "I didn't expect to meet you here." She said in a dreamy voice, "Harry , Ron and Hermione wanted to come and say hello to you too, didn't they?"

Apparently the Gryffindor Trio hadn't intended that at all, but Luna exposed their position.I nodded to them, and Pansy studied the recipe seriously: "I think this is a counterfeit product, Vio, you should sue them for infringement."

"Harry's been very unhappy," said Luna.I recalled the scene before the end of last semester, and I couldn't help but wonder what happened.

"Do you think it's going to work, Vio?" Pansy said aloud, thrusting a pink jar firmly into my hand.At this moment Luna continued: "...he lost someone very important. I don't know if I should tell you, but——Harry, can I tell her?"

"I don't think there's much fun here!" Pansy suddenly put down the bottle in her hand heavily, "Let's go, Vio!" She pulled me straight out of the store.

"Pansy?"

She paused. "Potter's godfather is dead."

"Sirius Black?" I looked at Pansy suspiciously, "How do you know?"

She stroked her loose hair and laughed mockingly: "He is my mother's lover."

It took me a while to digest what was in it, and then my eyes widened—and Pansy went on: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? She married my dad, had me, and she loved him the whole time " She blinked, "I don't even know what to say."

"Did you come home just to figure this out?" I whispered.

"In the third grade, the whole wizarding world was looking for Blake. At that time, my mother would go out as soon as she heard the news that he was somewhere. At that time, I began to doubt." She motioned me not to comfort him. She, "Actually, I already felt that my parents had a bad relationship before, but...if she didn't love him, why did they get married? If she just wanted a noble status, wouldn't Black's surname be more prominent? "

"Pansy, you can come to me if you need help. You know, whether it's...where to live, or someone to talk to, or whatever." I tried to say something encouraging, "You didn't You have to carry everything alone.”

"I'm not trying to be aggressive, Vio. I'm just used to it." Pansy smiled lightly, "Life can never be complete."

After parting from Pansy, I pulled up my hood and headed for Knockturn Alley.The purpose of my coming here today is not just to buy books.

Knockturn Alley is a place that a good boy should never set foot in, because there is everything and everyone here.Specifically, it has strong ties to black magic.Not a lot of people showed up in this turbulent time though, after all those who were engaged in petty illegal trade didn't want the Ministry of Magic to associate their names with the Dark Arts.

Borgin-Bock Magic Shop is the destination of my trip.When I stood in front of the dirty glass door, I saw that there was already a familiar figure inside that I didn't want to meet.At the same time I noticed a mixture of horror and disgust on Borgin's face.

"...He will come by from time to time to see if you are concentrating on solving this problem."

"--no need."

I pushed open the door, and the negotiation inside came to an abrupt end.Borgin stared at me alertly - a hooded stranger - and Draco gave me a sideways look that he obviously didn't recognize.

"Hello." I approached the counter without taking off my hood. The moment Draco heard my voice, he took a big step back, as if being burned, "You don't know me, but You should know this." I lifted the sleeve covering my right hand and showed Borgin the ring on my finger, and the Watson family logo was reflected in Borgin's eyes.

"Ah... so it's Watson... uh, Miss Snape's patronage." Bo Jin bowed deeply, "What can I do for you?"

I took a folded piece of parchment from my pocket and pushed it to Borgin.He opened it and scanned it quickly, showing embarrassment: "I'm afraid you have found the wrong place, Miss Snape, my store doesn't sell these."

"No, Mr. Bokin, I don't like to go around in circles." I tapped the ring on the counter lightly, looking very patient, "What do you have here?"

"I'm afraid you've been misinformed. I do sell a few outlandish things now and then, but generally—"

"You should know who needs these?" I reminded meaningfully.Beads of sweat rolled down Bokin's forehead, and he shivered: "Then...Miss Snape, please wait a moment."

After Bojin's chunky figure disappeared, the atmosphere in the shop suddenly fell into embarrassment.To hide the awkwardness, I walked around the display case a few times and came across a rich opal necklace.Underneath it is marked with conspicuous characters—DANGER!At the bottom is another small label: not for sale.

"Actually, it's stored here by Mr. Malfoy." Bojin appeared behind the counter without a sound, "If you're interested..."

I laughed shortly: "Smart people don't use such an obvious method. Mr. Bojin, please help me wrap it all up." I walked over and put a heavy bag of Galleons on the counter, "Silence It's gold."

During this period, Draco has been watching my every move with cold eyes. When Borgin handed me the package, he said: "It seems that you have a different attitude towards customers, Mr. Borgin."

"Of course not..." Bo Jin immediately replied respectfully.

"Then, I hope to get my things as scheduled." Draco said coldly, "No one should know about this, understand?" I put away the package and opened the door to go out.I know the Dark Lord also gave Draco a mission, but I can't think of anything more dangerous than killing Dumbledore.

The author has something to say:

Would it be more fun if the hero and heroine were blackened? ? ?

————— Come to a small theater————

Vio: Have you considered Blaise?

Pansy (no I can't admit it): No, I only see him as a friend.

Wei Ao: What a great confrontation.

Pansy (I'm so shy to say that): It's better if the king doesn't see the king.

Vio: Blaise is also single.

Pansy (of course he's waiting for me): Oh so what?

Blaise: Doesn't your conscience ache? ? ?