HP Dawn Night

"Yo, you're back?" When Blaise opened the compartment door, the conversation inside gradually quieted down. Pansy got up and beckoned me to go over, while squeezing his eyes desperately, I saw Draco sitting alone by the window In the position, and across the aisle are Daphne and Astoria.

"This is the sixth-form carriage, Miss Greengrass," I said.

"I'm here to talk to my sister." She smiled sweetly.

Pansy snorted, "Then you two are really sisters." She sneered.I'm too lazy to go around in circles with Astoria: "Stop confinement, Miss Greengrass, please report to Mr. Filch at seven o'clock tomorrow evening. Get out of this carriage now, or I'll write to your parents immediately. Special period You better behave yourself," I warned.

Astoria's face was really pale (I found that she was really afraid that I would write a letter to the parents), she probably didn't expect that I had completely changed my style after not seeing me for two months, usually I would at least appear on the surface Do kung fu.She looked at Daphne as if asking for help, but her good sister was looking out of the window intently, not even hiding a smile on her face.Then she looked at Draco with tears in her eyes again: "Draco—"

"You'd better listen to Miss Snape." Draco mocked, seemingly pointedly, "Nobody can change her mind." Well, whether he was hinting at something or not, at least he wasn't giving it a hint. Down the Astoria Steps.

I sat down contentedly, and Pansy gave me the thumbs up.Astoria had no shame in continuing to stay here anyway, she trotted all the way out of the carriage.

"What's wrong with this door?" Blaise pulled the door so hard that the axle seemed to be stuck. "Okay, okay." He closed the door.

"Well, Blaise?" Draco asked. "What does Slughorn want?"

"It's just to make friends with those who are related to famous people." Blaise explained lightly, "but not very successful."

This answer clearly displeased Draco.Obviously, one of the knock-on effects of Uncle Lucius' imprisonment is the decline in the status of the Malfoy family.

"Who else did he invite?"

"McLaggen, Belby, Longbottom, Potter, and the Weasley girl." Brace finished his report.

"He invited Longbottom!" Draco straightened his back, and the other Slytherin students chattered.

"I think so." Blaise shrugged and sat down opposite Draco, "Of course, the point is Potter."

"Potter, Potter! — the savior!" Draco sneered, "but what's so special about that stupid Weasley girl?"

"She's pretty, and a lot of guys like her." Pansy stroked her hair. "I'm afraid even you've thought about dating her, Blaise?"

"Don't be kidding Pansy, my eyes don't look like that." Blaise said to Pansy, bending the corner of his mouth, "Slughorn said it was because of her bat spell, and then Violet immediately touted a your level of enchantment, and finally Slughorn warmly welcomes you to his Slug Club next time."

"What club?" Daphne asked.

"The Slug Club," Blaise repeated. "What a gimmick," he said to himself.After hearing this name, many people showed indescribable expressions on their faces.

"I'm not interested in this. It sounds like this professor prefers to cling to the powerful." Pansy yawned annoyedly, "So we must continue to talk about this topic? The Slug Club... why don't we talk about our new What about the team?"

It's a really refreshing topic, considering that I've pretty much forgotten about this sporting event since I quit the team. "Slytherin will be changed this year, right?" I asked, "Who is the new captain?"

There was silence all around.My gaze shifted from Blaise's face to Draco's, who reluctantly answered my question: "I received the captain's badge, but—" he shrugged in a feigned indifference, " I refused."

"Why did you refuse?" Pansy was taken aback.I'm not surprised though, assuming Draco needs to complete the Dark Lord's quest, then of course he doesn't have time to be captain.

"I have more important things to accomplish." Draco replied simply, he was uncharacteristically not showing off, and I was feeling a little weird.At this moment, there was a sudden "click" above my head, and I looked up, and there was nothing on the shelf except my and Pansy's boxes.

"Pansy, did you bring a boggart in?" I asked. "I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate it." Pansy laughed. "I just brought sugar and cake, honey."

But the cake won't move, I thought.I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to vaguely see a white thing flashing past.

"I saw Hogwarts." Millicent interrupted my thoughts, and she informed everyone, "It's best to change into school robes now."

"By the way, as a reminder, access control has been added this year, and there will be unpacking checks at the school gate. If someone has brought contraband, it's best to throw it away now." I stood up to take down my box, but I felt something hit something, followed by a short gasp.I frowned at the shelves, obviously I wasn't the only one noticing, Draco looked away thoughtfully.

As I changed into my school uniform, I noticed that there were no more strange noises on the shelves, as if it was all just a hallucination of mine.As the train slowed, I draped my traveling cloak over my shoulders.With a final clang, the train stopped.

"You go first, I'll meet you in the carriage later." I said to Pansy, shaking my head in Draco's direction.She immediately picked up the box and joined the crowd knowingly, not forgetting to drag Blaise away.The compartment gradually emptied, and I pulled down the curtains.

"I don't know if you are interested in seeing something." I turned to Draco, and noticed that he was holding a wand in his hand, "All petrified!" Where the boxes were placed, there was a bang, and a person rolled off the shelf.

"I knew it was you, Potter." Draco smiled happily as Harry Potter was still curled up together, "Brace couldn't close the door because you were sneaking in and the box hit him. The sound when it came to you... I guess, you want to eavesdrop on something?"

He watched Potter carefully for a moment. "I don't care what you hear, but, Potter, since I've got you—"

"Wait!" I stopped him, "You can't do anything to him."

"Sorry, what did you say?" Draco straightened up and looked at me, "This guy sent my dad to Azkaban."

"Standing on him won't do you much." I bent down and picked up a piece of fabric from the ground. "Is this the magic weapon for your invisibility?" I asked, and Potter raised his eyes to look at me, but Unable to give an answer.

"It's just a cloak," Draco said impatiently. "There are so many invisibility cloaks."

I didn't answer.A distant memory floats to a book I found years ago on my father's bookshelf... "Let's make a deal, Potter, I'll take your cloak. In exchange," I eyed Potter , "We will meet at the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the evening two days later, and during this time you must keep secret what you hear. If you promise, this cloak can naturally be returned to its original owner, otherwise it is hard to say." I After waving his wand to break the spell, Potter got up from the ground, and it was obviously a wise decision to use the cloak as a bargaining chip, because now Potter dared not act rashly at all.

"I...well, I can agree." He swallowed and agreed without any choice.

"Get out of the car now and go to your friends as if nothing happened." I stuffed the cloak into my trunk, "I hope you and I are people who keep our word."

If my memory does not deceive me, this should be a priceless treasure.

After Potter left, Draco and I were the only two people left in the carriage. He didn't seem to intend to talk to me, but picked up the suitcase and was about to leave. I stopped him in time: "What did he ask you to do?"

Draco froze: "This has nothing to do with you."

"Okay." I stopped forcing, "Are you still sticking to your idea? Until now?"

"They sent my dad into Azkaban!" Draco said a little excitedly, "If I can complete...complete his task, Malfoy's glory can come back!" He had a surprisingly complicated Looking at me with eyes, "You know your father took my father's place, right?"

"If you mean among the Death Eaters, maybe." I suddenly thought of something, "You resent me and my father for this?"

Draco didn't speak, and I took a step back: "If you think completing the mission will make him rely on you again... maybe. But you really decided to follow him?" I thought for a while, "Or is he threatening you?"

Draco was shocked: "Of course I am willing!" He declared, "I will prove to him Malfoy's loyalty and worth." Although his emphasis sounded false.

"I don't know exactly what he asked you to do...but are you sure it's wise? You should know that if you hope to get your father out of Azkaban, the best way is not to do things for him .”

Draco's left arm trembled as I said this.A thought flashed through my mind and I forced myself to forget it.

"Really? But you have no understanding of my situation." Draco said coldly.

"What is he threatening you with?" I asked, "The safety of your family? Malfoy's property and status?"

"You don't need to know!" Draco once again put on an evasive attitude.I was angry and helpless: "Okay, let's talk about another issue." I took the Malfoy family ring from my finger, "Do you need to take this back?"

"What do you mean?" He was visibly agitated.But I made up my mind to make my words clear today: "If you insist on breaking up with me, why not take it back now, anyway, you have other options, right?" The Greengrass sisters are very nice, I think they're both very interesting to you—"

"Oh? Don't you have a lot of choices too? Theodore? Blaise?" Draco looked out the window, obviously angry, "Or Potter? That's right, the Savior is better than me, a fallen Death Eater." His son is much stronger."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I raised my voice, "Theodore and Blaise are both gone, as for Potter," I laughed, "you clearly know why I approached him!"

"Sorry, I may not be so clear. After all, few people can resist the charm of the savior—"

"Then you might as well explain what's going on with you and Astoria. I've seen you two alone more than once!" Won't let her go away?"

"That's because I want to piss you off!" Draco also raised his voice, "Yes, you've been cold to me since last semester, but on the other hand you've gotten pretty close to everyone else—oh, don't explain Said it was because you had another purpose, and Theodore started to ask if we broke up."

"I don't see any difference between that and a breakup either. I actually think the Greengrass sisters are going to start putting love potions in your drinks—"

Draco let go of his hand suddenly, and the box fell to the ground with a loud bang.Before I could react, he had already hugged me tightly: "Don't talk about Vio, you always know that only you are my love potion." In my impression, Draco's kisses are always gentle, but this time I didn't even have time to think about anything other than barely responding.

Pansy Parkinson, a famous emotional counseling expert at Hogwarts, has a famous saying: Don't fight with your lover, kiss it!

I figured I'd go buy Pansy a present—assuming I remembered when I got out of the car.

"Then you're still talking to Astoria!" I complained.

"That's because you ignored me." Draco bit my earlobe, "So now, Miss Snape, can we make up?"

I chuckled under my breath: "It depends on how you behave next."

"Merlin," Draco sighed deeply, "please allow me Her Majesty's forgiveness." He touched my lips again, this time with more tenderness, except—

"You—you—are—doing—what——!"

I nearly rolled off the seat.

"Teaching - Si - College, Dean."

"dad……"

"Don't call me Dad!" my dad—no, Professor Snape yelled, we don't even know how long he's been standing there, his eyes are scarier than the Dark Lord's now, "I— —Yes, the two prefects of Slytherin are hiding here, here... confinement instead of receiving the new students! Volunteer labor! Notify the parents! No — there is no need to notify the parents, I —” His eyes were on me I wandered away from Draco for a while, and finally chose Draco, "Get out of here!" His face was as dark as the bottom of an old cauldron, and he didn't even look at me, "As for you, hurry up!" go back!"

I never, never want to see my dad again.

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Originally wanted to drive a car, but later decided to be an innocent author (smiling face)