HP Dawn Night

"It seems that you are back together? Congratulations!" Blaise congratulated with extra enthusiasm, "I can finally live with a normal person." He said with emotion.I got back to the Great Hall too late, the Sorting was over, so I had to sneak back to the Slytherin table in full view.

"...we never broke up." I murmured, desperate to find that Dad hadn't returned to the teacher's seat until now.To make matters worse, Pansy added fuel to the fire by asking, "Where's Draco?"

"Hush!" Fortunately, Dumbledore stood up in time to speak, and I had every reason to avoid Pansy's question.

"What's the matter with his hand?" Pansy immediately found Dumbledore's right hand, which turned into a dry, charred and lifeless look.Apparently she was not the only one in the auditorium who found out, and everyone discussed in astonishment. Dumbledore smiled, and he shook his gold and purple sleeves, covering his right hand without any trace.

"Don't worry." He said lightly, "New students, welcome to join us. Welcome back, old students, what awaits you is a new year's class..."

"It's a good thing our OWLs are good." Pansy said happily, "Who cares about divination? Just pass it."

"...Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that students are absolutely prohibited from bringing in any joke merchandise purchased from Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes this year."

"That store is so cool!" I can already hear someone talking excitedly.

"Students who want to join the college's Quidditch team, report their names to the dean as usual. We are still looking for new Quidditch game commentators, and those who are interested can also sign up with the dean."

Sure enough, the fifth graders became the new captains.This realization gave me the illusion of a hero's end. It seems that we have already withdrawn from the arena.

"This year, we are delighted to have a new faculty member. Professor Slughorn," Slughorn said, standing up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his belly in his vest A large shadow was cast on the table. "It's a former colleague of mine who agreed to return to his old job as Potions teacher."

Potions class?The word echoed in the auditorium. Except for Blaise and Pansy, who I had secretly informed, the rest of the people—including the Slytherins—seemed to be doubting their own hearing.

"At the same time, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice over the others, "will be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts—"

"No!" Potter's voice was so loud that people turned their heads away.The news was so sensational, even though I knew it in advance, I still couldn't understand why Dumbledore would suddenly change his mind and choose to let Dad get his wish.I mean... I don't know why Dad has been coveting the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for so long, and I also don't know why Dumbledore has been reluctant to let him take the job unless—I shuddered.Unless Dumbledore has already sensed that Dad is playing the role of a double agent, so he has already started to be wary.I felt a chill in my back. If Dumbledore could detect Dad's rebellion, then it might be easier for him to detect that I have been involved...

"Hey, Vio!" Pansy yelled, and as she got to her feet, I noticed that students all around me were starting to make their way to their dormitories.

"Sorry I got distracted, did Dumbledore say anything else important?"

"He reminded us that the You-Know-Who is raging, called on us to unite, and told us that Hogwarts is safe." Blaise concluded, looking worriedly at Dumbledore's right hand, "but—his hand what is going on?"

"I'd rather choose that he accidentally hurt himself while fiddling with the coals," Pansy shook her head, and she tightened her lips. "If anyone can hurt Dumbledore..."

"I have to show the way to the freshmen." I got up in a panic, and accidentally touched the fork to the ground, "See you later."

"Don't we still have a male prefect?" a blind freshman asked me.

I thought about the consequences of leaving Draco alone with my dad: "Probably out of this world."

I ran into Draco in the common room the next morning, and although there was still a hint of awkwardness about the previous day, I wanted to get close to him: "Good morning, Draco!"

Who knew that he jumped up immediately: "Don't come here, Wei Ao!"

I was confused: "What's wrong with you?"

Draco took out a gold Galleon from his pocket: "Professor Snape gave me this last night." He said in an obviously resentful tone, "As long as the distance between us is less than fifty inches, this Things will notify him." Draco was almost on the verge of collapse, "I stayed in his potions classroom all last night, first processed all the herbs - there were probably ten boxes - and then Wiped all the glass bottles, then polished the floor, he said it was all to impress the new Potions master. Finally he ordered me to set up the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as he wanted I helped move all his stuff from the basement upstairs! - by hand! Half an hour ago I was just pardoned to come back to take a shower and go to breakfast! Can you believe it?"

Me: "...Merlin."

Draco sat down on the armchair: "He also told me that as long as I dare to violate the rules, he will immediately tell my mother, put me in confinement and compulsory labor, and said that he will transfer you to Beauxbatons." He said He raised his head and sighed, "Can you persuade him?"

"No." I spread my hands regretfully, "Unless you want to make him more angry."

Draco closed his eyes in despair.

At breakfast Dad came one by one to hand out timetables to the Slytherin sixth years.He first needs to confirm that our test scores meet the requirements for entering the advanced class.

I had already figured out which classes I would take: Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Herbology.These are all prepared for working in St. Mungo's in the future.

Pansy and I took the exact same class, and Draco pressured his father to take the same class as us. After enduring stares and threats for nearly a minute, he finally got his wish and got the class schedule.As for Blaise, he didn't plan to take Transfiguration, but changed to Arithmancy and Divination and chose Astronomy as an extra.

"So your ideals are still the same?" Pansy asked.

Blaise reached for the egg roll. "Yeah, I'm actually going to try and get an internship at Gringotts next summer - assuming things aren't so turbulent."

"That's pretty cool," Pansy praised.

"Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?" I asked.Unlike before, this time Pansy quickly gave a fairly clear answer: "I am working at the Daily Prophet. I like the society section more, and I want to try to write some comments."

"And do you know a Rita Skeeter—"

"Shut up Blaise, Skeeter is not a reporter at all." Pansy retorted angrily, "What is she writing about? A bunch of unfounded rumors." She solemnly declared, "My future The ideal is to take Skeeter's place."

"When did you hate her so much?" Draco asked.

"I just got a little more brains." Pansy replied reservedly. "This is a long story. Let's talk about it when we have time. What's the first lesson?"

I looked down: "Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I'm a little curious if Potter has taken this subject." Draco glanced back at Gryffindor maliciously.

"Sure. Didn't Potter want to be an Auror? And Defense Against the Dark Arts is already the best subject he has learned." Blaise gave the answer Draco expected, "Actually, this The class could be renamed 'Reshaping Potter's Worldview' this semester - oh, I'm not blaming Professor Snape, I just suspect that Potter will lose interest in the subject soon."

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