HP Dawn Night

It turned out that there was no handwriting on the note, but I accidentally learned who Lei Gu was from my father.

"Regulus Black." Dad stirred his cauldron calmly. "He used to be a Death Eater, but he disappeared many years ago. Some say he is dead, others say he betrayed the black." Demon King..."

"What's his full name?" My heart skipped a beat. "Is his initials RAB?"

Dad stopped: "How do you know—"

"I need to find Potter," I said. "Is there any way I can get to Potter before the Death Eaters lay siege to him?"

"Don't dream." Dad dismissed my thoughts sarcastically. "The Order of the Phoenix won't even let half a hair of a Death Eater fall into Potter's sight."

"You mean, if it's not a Death Eater?"

"The question is, where can you find someone who isn't a Death Eater—"

At this time, there was another knock on the upstairs door: "Hello, Violet, I hope I've found the right place..."

"What's going on here?" Dad almost growled at me, and I hurried upstairs:

"I need to verify your identity."

"What's the new rule?" Blaise said from outside the door. "My name is Blaise Zabini. I just returned from a long trek in Bulgaria. You give me this address as an emergency contact point."

I opened the door, and Blaise was obviously tanned. He took off his traveling cloak and walked in familiarly: "Is there any tea? It's better with ice."

"People come and go in my house like it's a popular hotel."

"Long time no see, Professor Snape." Blaise pulled out a newspaper and put it on the table, "I thought you might be interested in current affairs news."

I handed Blaise a steaming cup of tea, this is today's Daily Prophet, I was flipping through it, and I just saw an interview that said Rita Skeeter was going to write a book about Dumbledore Biography: "She's going around slandering people again?"

"Forget that part," Blaise flipped to page ten, pointing to a small report, "I don't know if you understand...but..."

"Professor of Muggle Studies is missing." Without even thinking about it, I knew it must be the work of the Dark Lord, who was eager to make room for the Carroll brothers and sisters. "I'm afraid Hogwarts will also undergo a lot of changes."

"If you have nothing to do, can you go?" Dad hinted clearly.

"Wait a minute," I called Blaise, "I have something to tell you." I recounted what happened to me and Pencey, and at the end, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "So, Dad, you haven't answered me yet. Is it possible to get access to Potter as long as you are not a Death Eater?"

He obviously sensed my plan, because Dad's face suddenly turned livid, and he squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Yes."

"Finally my turn?" Blaise turned to look at me. "So is there anything I need to do?"

"Potter will be transferred shortly, so I'll have to break the news to him before he's hidden away in a safer place," I said. "Can you deliver a message for me? Just tell him 'Regule S Black' will do."

"Of course—" Blaise turned to look at Dad again, "but I don't know the address."

"Four Privet Drive," he said through gritted teeth. "Potter won't step out of the door, so you have to try to get in and talk to him."

"That's not difficult. Who would let guests stand outside the door?"

"You'll know when you go." Dad showed an unfriendly smile.

"Okay." Blaise reached for his traveling cloak. "By the way, Professor, do you have any spare room here?" Dad glared at Blaise, who shrugged. Live a life of nowhere.”

I was taken aback. "I thought you could go home, and Pansy has found a place to stay."

Blaise sighed: "I'm afraid you don't know how messy it is outside, and even the Leaky Cauldron is not safe now. I suspect that the protective charm of Zabini Manor has been broken, and after you and Pansy broke into Parkinson's After the manor, she will definitely not be able to go home—so where did she go after you parted?"

"She went to St. Mungo's after dinner yesterday." Blaise and I got up at the same time. "I'll go find her."

"You can't use magic outside of school yet."

"Yes, yesterday afternoon the Ministry of Magic sent a letter saying that she would be expelled." Dad said sarcastically.I shook my head. "The Death Eaters will soon control the Ministry of Magic. Who cares if I use magic outside of school?"

Blaise was silent for a while: "Is the situation so bad now?"

I nodded: "Then, see you here at noon - I have to go back to Watson Manor. Since you said that it is not safe anywhere, I'd better take some important things away as soon as possible."

"I didn't agree with you to use my house as a hotel!"

"Daddy, Pansy can live with me, and Blaise can make do with sleeping in the attic."

"You are such a hospitable host."

I found Pansy in the St. Mungo's sixth-floor lounge, where she was sitting in a daze.

"What are you doing here," I sat down next to her, "I'm sorry I didn't know there was so much turmoil out there, I thought you lived in the Leaky Cauldron..."

Pansy shook her head, made a silent gesture to me, and motioned me to look at the people sitting at a round table doing puzzles.I looked intently, and couldn't help but be startled: "Lockhart!"

"Impaired memory." Pansy shrugged, "St. Mungo's accommodation is still pretty good."

"I'm here to ask if you'd like to live in Spinner's End, and Blaise will come too. You can share a room with me." I took a deep breath and lowered my voice, "No one knows if St. It has also become an attack site for Death Eaters." From what I've learned along the way, Death Eaters have raided Diagon Alley and some of the nearby Muggle neighborhoods several times.

"Honestly, I don't really want to see Professor Snape every day," she admitted, and I pulled her up:

"You need at least a safe and secure place, and it's better to live under one roof with Professor Snape than with the Dark Lord." I really sympathize with Draco's misfortune.

Pansy got up and followed me without hesitation: "But I want to say goodbye to my mother. You haven't seen her for several years, right?"

"Your mother and daughter have such a good relationship?"

Pansy sighed deeply: "She is also quite pitiful. Although she is also very hateful." She added very objectively.

Mrs. Parkinson lived in a single ward. Pansy knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response: "I'm going to go." She said very simply and rudely.

I saw Mrs. Parkinson staring blankly at a small potted plant on the table, and she didn't lift her head when she heard Pansy's voice: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I whispered, unexpectedly this caught Mrs. Parkinson's attention, and she shifted her gaze from the plants to me: "Except for Pansy, how many people did you drag into the water?"

"Be careful what you say!" Pansy warned angrily in a low voice. "Vio almost killed Bellatrix. This is probably something you couldn't do in all your past and present lives combined."

I decided never to tell her that Bellatrix almost killed me that night.At the same time I noticed a rather disturbing thing.

"The Longbottom couple next door used to be very powerful Aurors," Mrs. Parkinson seemed to be a little abnormal, and she suddenly talked about the couple next door illogically, "then Bellatrix , Lestrange brothers and Crouch tortured mad."

"Crouch?" Pansy caught a key word, "You mean Barty Crouch?" She and I looked at each other.

"He died in Azkaban long ago."

"He didn't." I stepped forward and said what Dad told me in fourth grade, "Mrs. The Devil, who used Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Mad-Eye Moody and lurked in Hogwarts for more than a year and used the opportunity of the Triwizard Tournament to bring the Dark Lord back to life... Cedric Diggory's death and his About..." Pansy looked at me in shock, a story I hadn't told anyone.If Mrs. Parkinson's diary hadn't reminded me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have recalled this man at all.

"And he died?" asked Mrs. Parkinson in a low voice.

I paused. "No... dementor's kiss."

Pansy quickly realized: "What's the relationship between him and Cornelia Rozier?"

"The source of life," Mrs. Parkinson replied incoherently.My heartbeat paused for a split second:

"You mean...they were paired in this program?"

"Do they have kids?" Pansy asked next. "Is there a relationship between Cornelia and Evan?"

"Rozier is dead." Mrs. Parkinson said nonchalantly, "I don't know...I forgot...she destroyed Rozier...killed Crouch..."

"Please, Mrs. Parkinson." I almost got on my knees and begged her, "Please think about it, does Cornelia have any children?"

"Bella killed him."

"I told you she's out of her mind," Pansy whispered, as Mrs. Parkinson staggered back to her original position and continued to stare at the potted plant, and Pansy pulled me out the door, " We can sort things out after we go back... There is something really wrong with her, I thought she was pretending to be crazy, but the first time I came here, she actually asked me if I could order some beauty potions for her!"

"I was just about to tell you." I stopped and looked at Pansy. "I think your mother suddenly seems...a lot older? I mean compared to the last time I saw her."

"Yes, she suddenly stopped using beauty charms and potions after Black died. But after entering St. Mungo's, she returned to her original nature." Pansy said with a sullen face, "Leave her alone, we still have a while There's a lot of trouble left unresolved."

"I'm going back to Watson Manor to get something."

Half an hour later, my house also suffered a complete sweep.Without hesitation, I broke into the secret room hidden behind the portrait, and took out all the useful things inside.

"Shrink quickly! Shrink quickly!" Pansy helped me shrink some books and stuffed them into my pockets, but the potion couldn't be shrunk. "Vio, I think you don't have to take this and this." She held up a The silver magic implement waggled at me, clutching a jewel box in the other hand.

"You're right." I looked at her bulging pockets and sighed. "We just need to carry important things."

I always felt that Watson's would be destroyed by rude looters like Parkinson's, so for some strange purpose I wanted to try to take everything from here.

In the end we chose to only bring those potions and potion recipes.

And Blaise was already waiting for us at the table at 19 Spinner's End. As soon as we came back, he jumped out of his chair and poured out his bitterness: "I've never seen such a rude person!"

He described in vivid terms how horrified Potter's aunts and uncles were when they saw him in his wizarding attire, and how desperately they tried to close the door in his face.But Blaise pulled out his wand nimbly, and Potter's uncle didn't dare to say anything immediately, and Potter's aunt was crying, and after walking in the door, Blaise found that there was still a person very close to Crabbe and Goyle sitting at the table. Similar big fat guy.At this time, Potter was also drawn out by the noise.After the initial awkwardness, he quickly delivered my message.

"Potter asked me to bring this note to you." Blaise handed me a piece of paper, which I unfolded, with a short message:

"Thank you for the message.

I wish I had the chance to check out RAB's story.

After the transfer, I am afraid that your friends will not be able to pass the news, so please pay attention to concealment.I will try to contact you as soon as I get a chance. "

"How are you going to keep in touch with Potter?" Pansy asked.

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