HP Dawn Night

"Once you step through this door, the protective spell of Parkinson Manor will be broken, and my father will receive an alarm." Pansy and I stood outside the gate of Parkinson Manor, and she looked at her with complicated eyes. The white building, "If we run into him, you deal with him, and I'll go find the diary."

"It's better for you to deal with him," I said, remembering Mr. Parkinson's behavior when Pansy was petrified in second grade. I'm afraid he wouldn't mind giving me some Unforgivable Curses or something."

"That's fine." Pansy shrugged, pointing to the three-story building, "You have been to my house, and you know that the first and second floors are free to enter and exit, so the diary must be on the third floor. The third floor It's my parents' bedroom, my father's study, a storage room, a utility room, and some empty rooms that no one uses...the one in the southeast corner needs attention, where I once found a copy that belonged to my mother Muggle novels, so—”

"The Flying Curse is definitely useless, right?" I glanced at the Parkinson Manor, and it was the first time I felt that it looked so dangerous.

Pansy drew out his wand noncommittally, and turned around: "So I hope we move fast enough... Are you ready?"

I also pulled out my wand: "Of course. By the way, if the situation is urgent, you don't mind if I cast a few not-so-friendly spells on your father?"

"I don't mind if you use Avada." Pansy tapped her wand on the door, and she whispered a cracking spell, and the door creaked back and opened.She flung her obtrusive traveling cloak to the ground and rushed into the manor, with me following her.Parkinson's Manor was not as big as Malfoy's Manor, but there were enough rooms to take us a while to search.I wish Mr. Parkinson wasn't home so we could buy more time.

"Alahoo hole!" The front door opened, and before rushing up the stairs, I took a look at the living room and found that it was no different from the last time I was here. "Vio, you go to the left, and I'll go to the right." Pansy said directly Push open the first door on the right.I nodded, raised my wand and walked into the first room on the left.

This should be the bedroom of the Parkinsons. There is not much furniture in it. I searched under the pillow and in the bedside table, and found nothing but a few books and a few bottles of household potions.The dressing table was covered with light dust, presumably no one had touched it since Mrs. Parkinson went to St. Mungo's.

"did you find it?"

"No, what about you? Anything with a clue?"

Pansy also shook his head: "Pay attention to the movement downstairs."

I went through the second door, and it was empty, except for a coffee table and a few armchairs.As Pansy said, it should be an empty room.

The same goes for the next few rooms, and it wasn't until I entered the lounge in the southeast corner that I realized that things were different.

"Clean it up!" I waved my wand, and the room, which hadn't been cleaned for a long time, showed its original appearance.I found it clearly well-furnished, and while the furniture was still in the style of Parkinson's Manor, it looked decidedly more human.I went to the window and picked the dried flowers in the vase, then turned around and began to search the room.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the glass window of the bookcase, I found that all three rows of bookshelves were filled with Muggle novels.In the drawer under the bookcase are stacks of things that look like records but are thinner and smaller than records.But there was no diary I was looking for in it, not even a note or a photo.

There was another cupboard in the room, and when I opened the door, I found that it was full of clothes - also Muggle clothes, and from their style and style, I guessed that this should not be popular in recent years.Thinking of this, I turned around and looked around the whole room, belatedly realizing that even the decorative paintings and some decorations on the wall obviously did not belong to the magical world.It seems that Mrs. Parkinson is quite a fanatical Muggle researcher, and for some reason, Mr. Parkinson acquiesced to her doing this, and - I checked the traces of life here again - he himself never set foot in the here.

"The spell stops immediately! The spell is broken! Hurry up!" I tried several times to break the spell, but without exception, I found nothing, until I found something strange about the painting on the wall: this huge painting What seems to be depicted is an ordinary street scene, but a certain window of the small building in the picture is different from other windows.I took a closer look and saw that its lines were a very unobtrusive S, not a straight line.

"Alahoo!" I read, pointing to the window, but it didn't budge.After a moment of hesitation, I reached out and pushed the window.

opened.

"Knox." Through the light on the tip of the wand, I saw that there seemed to be something inside. I reached in and took out a box with a strange texture.It was evidently not made of stone or wood, the wizards' favor, but some kind of unreliable metal.

"Cad... Cadbury?" I knew it was Muggle chocolate without even thinking about it.

I opened the box and there was something unexpected inside.

The first was a poorly made locket, which had been broken, so that I had no trouble seeing the portrait inside—the young Mrs. Parkinson.

The second was a non-moving Muggle color photograph of a young man and woman standing in front of a church.It reads on the back: March 1979, 3, Hyacinth and Sirius.

The third one was also a photo, but it was finally a photo of a wizard.I stared dumbfounded at the photo of three people I all knew: Professor Lupine, Mrs. Parkinson, and... Wormtail.The three of them smiled happily at the photo, and the annotation behind the photo read: September 1979, 9, the wedding of James and Lily.

There are still some things underneath, and when I was about to pick them up to look at them, there was a loud noise downstairs—Mr. Parkinson came back.With a terrified heart, I picked up the third photo and stuffed it into my pocket, putting the rest back in place.

When I rushed out the door, Pansy also ran out from the other end of the corridor. She made a silent gesture to me, and then waved a dark red notebook in her hand.

"Who's up there!" growled a furious male voice, and with a sudden thud, I grabbed my wand and approached the wall. Pansy also held her wand, and she nodded to me.

Almost all wizarding families have anti-apparition spells, and Pansy and I have to run out of Parkinson's Manor to escape - unless the fireplace in the living room downstairs is connected to the Floo network - however as far as I know Parkinson's Manor has no establishment Floo network connection.

Mr. Parkinson stopped at the bottom of the stairs, gasping for breath, and my heart was pounding. "Come out!" he hissed in a low voice. "Whoever it is, come out before I cast the Killing Curse!"

Pansy looked at me, I clenched my wand tightly and jumped out: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Mr. Parkinson easily avoided the spell. "You are Margaret's daughter. Did you break into my house to spy on some secrets?"

"It's none of your business! It's all petrified!"

There was another green light: "Avada Kedavra! You can't beat me—— Cruciatus—what are you looking for?"

I soon realized that Mr. Parkinson was far superior to those I had fought at Hogwarts, and that even Bellatrix might have had to take on him.And he only casts the Unforgivable Curse, which forces me to dodge and dodge those dangerous green lights.

"You can't jump around forever! Cruciatus! It seems Severus hasn't taught you much that's really useful, Avada Kedavra!"

"Armor protection!" Pansy jumped out and joined the battle. Her appearance surprised Mr. Parkinson. He hesitated for a moment and stopped using the deadly spell:

"You brought her in? Pansy, Pansy—" His gaze was fixed on the diary that Pansy was holding, and for a moment, I saw a red light flashing in his eyes that was very similar to the Dark Lord .

"Pansy, watch out!"

"Li Song!" But Mr. Parkinson had already cast the spell first, and he was completely enraged, "Bones are smashed to pieces!"

I screamed: "Armor protection!" But it was a step too late, the diary was blown apart, and the pages fell to the ground one after another, and some even floated downstairs.

"What are you afraid of, Father!" Pansy waved his wand, "Damn out!"

"Shenfengwuying!" I took advantage of the opportunity of Mr. Parkinson to bend down to avoid, grabbed a few pages of paper close to me and stuffed them into my pocket. At the same time, a green light hit my ear and hit the a vase.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Margaret very much." Mr. Parkinson showed me a terrifying smile not inferior to the Dark Lord, "Avada Kedavra! Nothing can express me better than your corpse Thank you so much!"

"Frozen legs!" screamed Pansy, and Mr. Parkinson staggered from her spell. "Run, Vio, run!" Without her telling me, I could see that Mr. Parkinson had completely treated me. He wanted to kill, but the only staircase leading downstairs was blocked by him, and the behavior of jumping from the third floor was undoubtedly suicidal.

"Do you have a broomstick at home?" I yelled. "Ammonished!"

"Yes." Pansy quickly understood what I meant, "Here comes the broomstick!" The storage room door was slammed open, and a broomstick rushed over and stopped beside Pansy, and she stepped onto the flying broomstick. The broom kicked into the air, and I continued to cast various spells at Mr. Parkinson:

"All petrified! Crushed to pieces! Passed out!"

"You can't hit me, silly boy! Avada Kedavra!" roared Mr. Parkinson. "Even Rozier can't do anything against me. You think you'll get out of here alive? Avada Kedavra!"

"Rozier? In a daze!" I had an idea, "You know Rozier? Then do you know that the Dark Lord found another Rozier?"

"Stop playing tricks, Avada Kedavra!"

"It's true! That's the third Rozier. She has been hidden among us for many years, and now she has decided to come back."

"There is no third Rozier in this world, stupid girl! Avada Kedavra!"

That's when Pansy swooped down on me: "Vio!"

"Expelliarmus!" I yelled, using Pansy's strength to climb onto the broomstick.

"We have to get out!" she screamed, and Mr. Parkinson stopped using the Killing Curse for Pansy's sake, but the spells kept coming at me.

"You don't mind your house being blown up, do you?" I pointed at the marble ceiling of Parkinson's estate. "Torn apart!"

Pansy was also shouting, "Dig three feet!"

"Armor protection!" I blocked a spell, "shattered bones!"

Pansy led me around in the air with his unskilled flying skills to avoid the attacking spells coming from below and the crushed stones falling from above: "Dig three feet!"

After we spared no effort to destroy, the ceiling of Parkinson Manor quickly collapsed a gap big enough for a Quidditch team to pass through.However, when Pansy led me to accelerate towards the gap, I heard Mr. Parkinson behind me shouting, "Here comes the broomstick!"

"Speed ​​up, Pansy!" I yelled. "Armor protection!"

Mr. Parkinson caught up quickly, and I kept blocking his attacks with the Iron Armor Charm, but we couldn't keep chasing back and forth like this: "Apparate, Pansy," I noticed that we had flown out of the range of Parkinson's manor , "Right now." I reached out and grabbed her shoulder from behind.

Mr. Parkinson's furious shout was accompanied by a green light rushing straight at me, but I closed my eyes before I closed my eyes: Spider's End.

After a burst of painful squeezing, I opened my eyes, and in front of me was the dilapidated spider's alley, and Pansy was holding my shoulder tightly, gasping for air in pain.

"Sorry." I let go, "We can't stay here long."

Ten minutes later we rushed into 10 Spinner's End, one after the other, and I judged from the gurgles coming from the basement that Dad was still working on his potions.

"Look what's written on those pages," Pansy urged.

I took out the crumpled pieces of paper from my pocket and smoothed them out on the table one by one.

"Blank, blank, blank...it's all blank." After throwing away three blank pages in a row, Pan Xi picked up the fourth paper with writing on it, "The date is unknown, and there are only a few words here..." "Prophecy I had no chance to speak to anyone about the disappearance of Regu's disappearance, but this afternoon Edmund told me in a sarcastic tone that Signus had been interviewed and looked distressed. Of course he would His expression of grief was probably one of the few true feelings in his life...' This piece of paper was torn in two, and the back part was gone."

"There's a lot more to this paper, 'May 1981, 5, today the house-elf has furnished an additional bedroom on the third floor, I haven't seen Edmund since this morning, he's deliberately Avoiding me, that's weird. But I'd rather believe that hell freezes over that he's going to start repenting. Cornelia walks into my room without warning at noon, says something very offensive and then laughs and says she'll As Pencey's godmother, I cursed her to be ripped apart by Bellatrix and promised I'd happily tap-dance at her funeral. Sure enough, we had a short argument, and she seemed to want to I chanted the spell, but reason stopped her. The weird thing was that when she was leaving, I saw her and Barty Crouch walk out of the manor arm in arm very intimately from the window. And in the evening Edmund held another banquet, Among the people invited was Signus. He's got both sides, and I hope either Signus or Cornelia will wake up and give him an Avada...'" I pause awkwardly, Pansy waved his hand and picked up the last piece of paper:

"'...I tried to contact Lupine, but failed. I'm going to kill Bellatrix sooner or later, but it doesn't matter, Cornelia's back will come sooner or later...'"

"Lots of information," I said. "Who is Regu? What does Signus have to do with him? What does Cornelia Rozier have to do with Barty Crouch? And you What does father want to regret?"

"The trick left by Cornelia...is Daphne? If that's the case, she is really Rozier's heir?" Pansy threw the piece of paper on the table in disbelief, "My mother knows Professor Lupine?"

I pulled out the photo: "She knows not only Lupine, but a lot of people... I'm going to go find Dad and see if there's anything hiding on these blank sheets." I picked up the blank sheets.

"Wait a minute," Pansy called me, looking worried, "What if Daphne is really Rozier's heir?"

"She told the Dark Lord that she was the result of Rozier's father and daughter's incest, but your mother's diary and your father's words seem to indicate otherwise." I said, "Besides, Daphne is nothing to fear, you and I Any one of them can kill her within three moves... We have only one real opponent."

Dark Lord.

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