HP Dawn Night

"Draco... what have you been doing with Crabbe and Goyle lately?"

His eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

I guess he still didn't want to tell me what his mission was, but I decided to be blunt: "Look, I know it sounds ridiculous, but - Crabbe betrayed us, he's been sending information to the Dark Lord , about my every move at Hogwarts."

"That's impossible," Draco frowned, "Crabbe doesn't have the guts at all..." His words stopped abruptly, and I watched his face darken, "No...you're right, Draco gritted his teeth gloomily. "My dad hasn't been so obedient since he got into Azkaban," he admitted bitterly.

"I'm glad you realized this, so I want to ask you what you plan to do next." I shook my head lightly, "I can't let him continue to make trouble."

"What are you going to do?"

I played with the wand in my hand: "Not sure, but he must be shut up forever."

"But how did he tell—tell the Dark Lord?" Draco asked irritably. Crabbe's betrayal was not unexpected, but it was a severe enough blow. "If he told him, then He must have told me too..."

"I have one more question, Draco," I slowly gripped my wand, "What is the task that the Dark Lord entrusted to you?"

He glanced at my movements: "Are you going to use instigating on me?"

"No, I'm just thinking about using the Death Curse on Crabbe," I replied calmly.Draco's face changed suddenly: "Are you crazy! Using a death curse at Hogwarts? Dumbledore..."

"He's my target," I said, "The Dark Lord told me to kill Dumbledore, if not done..." I stopped talking.

Draco's face was pale, and it took a long time before he answered in a low voice: "He asked me, he asked me to fix the tunnel."

"I'm afraid it's more than that..." I said slowly, "I saw a lot in Millican's memory... He asked you to kill me if I succeeded." I stopped playing with the wand in my hand "What would he give in exchange? Your father's freedom? Glory? Indeed, in the Dark Lord's eyes, I'm afraid you could be worthy of someone better—"

"No, it's not—"

"I am indeed a little sad, but... this is reasonable, after all, you have no right to refuse like me." I laughed at myself, "But having said that, now you should be able to give me the answer: you are still ready to support The Dark Lord?"

"My father may be vacillating, but you forget—I have a crazy relative." Draco said sadly, "With her in the circle of Death Eaters, I can't escape the death eater no matter what... The Dark Lord is right. I didn't even have a chance to say no when I asked, and Bellatrix happily agreed to it for me, and she repeated over and over again what I would get if it was done... The Dark Lord lived in the house at Christmas. My house, I went to see him, he patiently asked me about the progress of the task, I replied that the channel was about to be repaired. Then he asked me if I would not like to go...to kill you, I was silent, and then he gave me A Cruciatus Curse, and he warned me, warned me that he could use it on other people as well: my mom, my dad, even you... He said if I didn't want to do it, he could do it himself—I— "

"You don't have to explain that much, I know." I lowered my eyes, it would be a lie to say I wasn't upset, but how could I blame Draco?Was he to be expected to confront the Dark Lord?I can't pin my hopes on others, if I want to survive, I can only rely on myself, "I have a way to get us all out, but the price of this way is to sacrifice your aunt."

Draco was silent for a moment, still haunted by Bellatrix's long-term oppression, but finally he said, "I don't mind... It might not be a good thing if she died."

"If the Dark Lord realizes that he has someone more useful than Bellatrix beside him, perhaps he will be willing to keep me. Yes, the Dark Lord wants to kill me. He is afraid that if I have the ability to kill Dumbledore, then I will do the same to him in reverse. But—I must make him realize that my existence is meaningful."

"I don't understand what you're going to do..."

"It's very simple. After you brought in the Death Eaters, I thought... I thought we could find a way to have Bellatrix fight Dumbledore. I don't know exactly how to do it, but ...I don't want to die, no matter who kills me—" I took a deep breath and looked into Draco's eyes, this would be an unprecedented dangerous plan, and would he be willing to walk side by side with me?

"...I don't know if I have the ability to protect you," Draco slowly clenched his fists, "but I will always be with you."

"My father told me that my mother was sent to St. Mungo's yesterday," Pansy told me, her letter from home impassive.

"How is this going?"

"Oh... I think she may be crazy, or pretending to be crazy. She ran out of the door yesterday and was alone in London crying and laughing in the Muggle streets. Who knows what she wanted to do? She ended up walking around Shooting spells indiscriminately, attracting the Ministry of Magic—and then, that's it." Pansy shrugged, "She's gone crazy."

"Why do you use 'finally'?"

"I knew she was going to go crazy sooner or later," Pansy sighed, "since Sirius Black died."

I remember Pencey saying a little bit to me: "If you need to talk, I'm happy to be a listener."

"Actually, there is nothing to tell. It's a very old-fashioned story: they fell in love, and then they were forced to flee by fate. Later, due to differences, they had disputes and then separated. It's a pity that after many years, they still found that they loved each other." Pan Pan Sy sneered, "Sounds like a corny Muggle story, doesn't it?"

"Who told you this?" I couldn't help asking.

"My father."

I suddenly thought of my mother's unknown marriage, which she kept hidden for so many years: "Pansy, maybe you should go and hear what your mother said—"

"No need, no matter how sad, helpless or wronged she is, I am the one who is hurt, and I know that. Who cares about her romantic affairs when she was young? I only know that she has not been a mother at all for so many years. Pansy casually threw the letter into the stove. "Now we are finally free."

My mother's marriage, Mrs. Parkinson's tragedy, Burst's curse, I suddenly began to question whether this is a cycle: so many people's lives were rewritten in the last war, so what about this time?And when the Dark Lord begins to sweep Britain, what will be my end?

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Suddenly I really want to say something, but there are some things that I can't find anyone to say in the three-dimensional world.

I haven't had a good life recently, I always feel very annoying, maybe this is life.At a certain stage, there will always be hesitation and bewilderment.

It has been half a year since I came to the United States, and I feel that I have become more and more conflicted.On the one hand, I am diligently writing papers in the library every day, on the other hand, I am often absent-minded; on the one hand, I am ambitious, but on the other hand, I am full of confusion.On the one hand, I feel that my recent life has been smooth and European, and on the other hand, I don't know what I am doing all day.In fact, I am quite satisfied with my current situation: the reality is peaceful, and I am gradually approaching my ideal.I studied my major at a good school, and it seemed like a good life.But on the other hand, sometimes I feel very lonely in the dead of night.Not only because of the gap with parents, but also with peers.I have some friends, but no one to really talk to.I may be too proud, I always feel that other people are very naive, but who in this world is not naive and self-righteous?

As the life in the United States gradually increased, I felt that my previous understanding of the world was too shallow.There are many scenery in our life, if we miss one, there will be another one.And our time is limited, too late to see all the scenery, but this does not prevent us from enjoying the scenery in front of us.

When I was a child, I read a book called "While You Are Young".Now that I think of the name again, I have mixed feelings.

I feel that I am full of vigor, and I still have enough vitality and motivation to move forward, but I also feel that I am gray-haired, as if I have read all kinds of things in the world.