HP Dawn Night

When a cold snap blanketed Hogwarts, Slughorn threw a party to celebrate what was known as a "Frosty Christmas".When I returned to the common room with the invitations, Blaise and Pansy had also received invitations.

"Since he encouraged us to bring our companions...then Pansy, how about we go together?" Blaise read the invitation letter at a glance, and then said to Pansy.

Pansy seemed a little surprised: "Of course it's okay. But are you sure you don't consider the little girlfriends from other colleges?"

"They are not my 'little girlfriends'." Blaise emphasized, "And now I don't want to get involved with others casually, after all, it's a special period. So why don't we go together to save all kinds of trouble."

"But what about Vio?" Pansy nodded at me. "Draco can't accompany her. He hasn't received an invitation, and he can't bypass Professor Snape's barrier." She whispered, "Draco Not happy ... he felt slighted."

"This is also expected." I sat down, "After all, Uncle Lucius' identity as a Death Eater has been confirmed." I remembered that the Dark Lord also gave Draco a task, from what he said That seems very difficult to look at, and I don't know of anything harder than killing Dumbledore, but it's clear that the Dark Lord has nothing to threaten me with, whereas he can threaten Draco.

"The problem is we haven't been able to do anything for him yet." Blaise closed the book, "Draco always leaves early and comes home late, and he's not in a good mood, I think—he's going to have a tough time. But There's nothing we can do, and that's the most uncomfortable thing."

"It's better not to get involved too much anyway," I replied gloomily, "you have nothing to do with the Dark Lord, after all."

Although I haven't made it clear, Pansy and Blaise should already know my father's status as a Death Eater.On the contrary, both Pencey and Blaise can be called "clean".

Pansy looked at me: "So that's why your mum hasn't come back to England?"

"Basically, she can't come back. My maternal grandfather had rejected the Dark Lord's invitation before, and her return is undoubtedly a sheep's way to a tiger's mouth. Not to mention that I have to be considered..." I sighed, I really missed my mother.

"Well, your mother is better than mine," Pansy reassured, "at least your mother is always thinking about you, and I guess even if Bellatrix pointed her wand at my head, my mother You can also drink a cup of tea calmly."

"Considering your situation, then I should really applaud my mother's wit. She is now traveling around with my stepfather safely. It seems that she is the last person in the magic world to worry about." Blaise said with a little He said sarcastically, his tone could almost be called vicious when he said the last sentence, "I hope he can survive this period, after all, it may not be easy to find a home during the war."

I can't accept that.But I stumbled upon another commonality between Pansy and Blaise: they were both at odds with their mothers.It's funny, in a sense that Pencey and Blaise had similar upbringings.

Professor Slughorn's party can be called the original Vanity Fair, basically everyone from Hogwarts with a little background gathers here, I even met the author of "Blood Brothers: I Live Among Vampires" and his vampire friends.

"Violet, are you here alone?" Slughorn caught me right away, and I found that Blaise and Pansy had sneaked into the crowd, and Slughorn couldn't explain it to me. A piece of honey pie was stuffed in his hand, "I just wanted to introduce you—yo! Harry is here, I have to meet him—"

Thankfully, Potter showed up just in time to save me from the fire, and Slughorn immediately turned his attention to the savior.I quickly passed through the noisy crowd and found a quiet corner by the window to stay, planning to find an opportunity to sneak away later.

"Hello, Granger," I was surprised to find that Granger suddenly appeared out of nowhere as soon as I stood still. She looked as if she had just wrestled with the devil's net. "What's wrong with you?"

"I've just escaped - er, I mean left - McLaggen," she said in shock, and seeing me continue to stare at her, Granger had to add, "Under the mistletoe."

All right. "Are you guys dating?" I couldn't help my curiosity.

"No," Granger denied decisively, "I just thought if I were to bring someone to the party - oh well, I have to admit he's not the best choice."

"I thought you would choose Potter or Weasley first. After all, McLaggen is a famous egomaniac." I shrugged and commented unceremoniously. Granger stammered, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic: "I think I saw Harry over there, sorry...I have to go first."

In the next second, she quickly disappeared into the crowd. I rarely saw Granger hesitate, and then I couldn't help thinking with great interest that I often saw Granger and Potter walking together this semester. Sly is rarely seen.

Then Slughorn squeezed in from nowhere, holding his glass high in one hand and a piece of passion fruit tart in the other: "Violet, my boy—I wonder where you've gone! "

"Hello, Professor." I hurriedly greeted him, and flattered him. "This party is really good. You put a lot of thought into the decoration, right? Look at these velvets and chandeliers..."

"Ah, of course, of course, this is the meaning of the existence of the Slug Club, to provide you young people with a small social environment." Slughorn burped contentedly, and said lovingly, "Speaking of it , it's an honor to have you and Harry in my class, you're just as good as your mother... oh, and obviously you've got Severus' talent in addition, don't you?"

Speaking of which, this is also a question that confuses me deeply. For some reason, Potter suddenly performed very well in potions class this semester like an enlightened one. I still don't understand how he came up with those wonderful formulas.With all due respect, there are even some formulas that I think are very similar to mine.

"Potter has always been mediocre in the past, probably because you teach well." I complimented.

"Mediocre performance? Harry is so restrained, he is a potion genius! Of course you are even more so, Violet. It's just... well, you are really evenly divided, aren't you?" Slughorn enthusiastically Patted me on the shoulder blissfully, "Your father must have noticed Potter's talent for potions too - Severus?" He blinked dully at my father, who appeared out of nowhere and grabbed My shoulders, my complexion unusually gloomy:

"I'm sorry I have to take my daughter away for a moment, Slughorn."

"Er - don't be so mean to the child, Severus -"

But my dad has dragged me away from the meeting place.

"What's the matter Daddy?" I asked, judging by the look on his face I wondered if Draco had pissed him off again.

"The Dark Lord wants to see you—" Dad uttered the words enough to make my legs go weak for the second time, this time more seriously, "immediately, immediately, Vio, this time is different from last time, I can detect the darkness The change of the devil's mood, he is very angry, and he has doubts about us. So you must...promise me, no matter what you see, you will remain calm, okay?" He stopped suddenly, hesitant to speak.

"What happened, Dad?" I asked warily.

Dad's face was contorted, it looked like he was suffering from extreme pain: "He—" Before he finished speaking, his left arm twitched, and Dad suddenly raised his hand to hold it down, I knew it was a black demon Where Mark was, "He's losing his patience...follow me!"

In just a few tens of seconds we flooed from his office to Spider's End, and then Apparated to Malfoy Manor.

"I will be by your side," Dad promised, "if he must hurt you, he must step on my dead body first."

The author has something to say:

Severus: Peepwee, come with me!

--------

happy reading~