HP Dawn Night

I know the Room of Requirement is getting more and more people—because there are fewer people in the classroom.Except for the first time, I did not visit Neville, but asked Polly to bring him a sentence:

Don't make trouble.

Yes, stay out of trouble.

Because the Carlos are getting more and more irritable.They even began to prey on the younger students, practicing the Cruciatus Curse on them.This is something that is not allowed, but it has become a common trick in Hogwarts now.

Meanwhile I've been thinking about another question: what the hell is Potter doing?

Why would he break into the Ministry of Magic if it was just to hide from the Dark Lord?If he's looking for something... I've given him some clues about the Deathly Hallows, maybe he went to the Lovegood's looking for more about the Three Hallows, but—I think he Must be looking for something bigger than Deathly Hallows.

I told the idea to three other people, but they all agreed.

"They're looking for a weapon."

"That's obvious," Blaise sneered, but Pansy ignored him:

"The same weapon that Dumbledore left them to defeat the Dark Lord."

"Dumbledore?"

I think Pansy is thinking too much.

"This idea is very bizarre...I just thought of it by accident." Pansy stroked her hair, "Do you remember at the end of fifth grade, when we caught Potter and the others in Umbridge's office, Ginny Weasley lied to Umbridge that there was a weapon left by Dumbledore in the Forbidden Forest?"

I do remember that Draco and I were kind of half-broken back then.

"You also said it was a 'cheat'." Blaise emphasized.

"Yeah, but it reminded me—" Pansy continued, "Obviously, Potter isn't the type to run away, so he must be looking for something. I don't know what . . . What Potter took so long to find must be important, and all I can think of is something that could kill the Dark Lord."

"Wait a minute," Draco asked back, "Then why didn't Dumbledore just tell Potter where to find these things? Judging from Potter's current known whereabouts, he is a bit too capricious."

"What if Dumbledore doesn't know where these things are?"

"Or he hasn't had time to tell Potter all about it."

Pencey concluded: "There must be a reason anyway."

"Sorry, guys," Blaise said in a strange tone, "Even if we knew, there's nothing we can do. Don't forget we don't even know where Potter is."

"You're right, but it sounds hopeful anyway." Pansy sighed, "At least we know Potter isn't running around like a headless chicken."

"I think the biggest problem at the moment is that we don't know anything about what Potter's side is doing." Blaise said irritably, "I mean-what are Dumbledore's people doing? Our information Too late."

"Brace," Pansy reminded, "you shouldn't be getting fidgety at this point."

"Already dead with a Daphne, doesn't that prove the dangers of lying to the Dark Lord? Well, I'm not afraid, but what if we make the wrong decision?"

"There is no right or wrong decision. Now that you have made a choice, you have to go on."

"Couldn't Professor Snape have some news for you?" Blaise turned to me.

"My dad isn't a member of the Order anymore, Blaise," I whispered.

"So what are we doing here day in and day out?" Blaise raised his voice. "Rounding around at night, practicing Cruciatus on students? I wonder if we—"

Draco yelled, "Don't get mad at her!"

"And even the Gryffindor crowd doesn't know what to do," Pansy snapped. "Sit down, Blaise."

Blaise slumped on the couch.

"I'm sorry, but...you should know that I am not in charge of the situation now." I pointed to the ceiling of the lounge, "It's people outside."

"There's nothing we can do but wait, Blaise." Pansy put a light hand on Blaise's shoulder.

Draco and I exchanged glances: I'd bet a hundred Galleons - Pansy must be interested in Blaise, too.

"I'm sorry," Blaise said suddenly, "Violet."

"Oh—it's okay." I shrugged.

"It should be the news in the newspaper that affected me." Blaise turned his head to look at the empty lounge, "People die every day."

For a while, everyone was silent.Clearly, we are no safer than the students hiding in the Room of Requirement.If the Dark Lord knows what we're up to, we'll end up worse than Daphne.

What if he did find out?

I don't want to make that assumption just yet.

"I'm going to beat you if you do that to her again," Draco threatened in a low voice, and he lit the fire in the fireplace a little more. "On the bright side, maybe until the Easter break." Nothing big will happen."

Travers kept his word and took me on a tour of Black's old house on the first day of the Easter break.

"I'm sorry about last time," I said, "I mean the Dark Lord's punishment for you and Selwyn."

"That's not a very serious punishment." Travers shrugged. "Here we are."

The Muggle buildings on both sides slowly separated from the middle, and a black house appeared in front of our eyes.From the color alone, you can recognize the old house of Blake.

"There used to be some protective charms here, but they were removed." Travers ushered me down a hallway into the living room, which must have been lavish once, no matter how gray and rundown the place is now.

"Is this house here now?"

"We can't use it for anything, because it's not safe." Travers gestured, "This house is still under Potter's name, and the Order of the Phoenix may use it as a trap to catch us all at any time."

"So Potter and the others have been living here before." I looked around the living room, "Have you searched it?"

"Of course, I didn't find much useful stuff," said Travers, "except for some scraps of newspaper." He walked downstairs on his own, "I'm going to find out if there's anything left here. "

"thing?"

"Yeah." Travers stopped on the stairs, "These are out-of-print relics of the Black family."

I shook my head and walked upstairs.

Strictly speaking, the decline of the Black family began in the year when the Dark Lord fell.Less than 20 years seems to have worn off all the luster here, and I suspect that people like Travers have taken a lot of good things from here one after another.

My eye was caught by a nameplate nailed to a door: Regulus Arcturus Black.

That Mr. RAB who betrayed the Dark Lord.

I opened the door and walked in.

It's a typical Slytherin bedroom, with some pure-blood proclamations carefully painted above the bed.In addition, there were newspaper clippings about the Dark Lord on the wall, and whatever the reason why this Regulus betrayed his master, he must have been a loyal fan of the Dark Lord for a long time during his lifetime.

There was also a picture of the Slytherin team on the wall, and I recognized Regulus as the man in the middle with unmistakable Black features.He looked about my age, with a hint of arrogance in his expression, and he should be a Seeker from his position.

Other than that there was nothing particularly unusual in the house.Apparently he took care to destroy everything that might reveal his mutiny, or else it was taken by Potter—wait, if he really wanted to hide his mutiny, why did he openly write it on the note Sign your full name?The Dark Lord or any Death Eater could easily see who RAB was.

I think it's a puzzle.

"Travers!"

He poked his head out from under the stairs, but he didn't seem to find anything of value.

"Do you know Regulus Black?" Travers was a first-generation Death Eater, and if nothing else, they should have at least met him.

"Oh... I know." Travers replied with little interest. "It's nothing special, and he wasn't very active back then. It is said that he was blown to pieces in an Auror attack, and some people said he was trapped in the I can't get out of a desert."

Sure enough, there are countless explanations for Regulus' disappearance.

"Isn't his cousin Bellatrix?" I asked. "So he's not very active?"

"Who knows. This kid has always been weird. He has almost never been on a mission, and he doesn't know what he is doing all day long." Travers walked up and down downstairs, answering loudly, "His brother is different. Now, I have a scar on my body thanks to him. Oh...he also likes to learn your father's spells, and that scar was brought about by the Shenfeng Wuying Curse."

I thought Sirius Black was a decent guy.

"Wait, how did brother Regulus know my father's spell?"

"Learn it." Travers said, "It is said that he and his friends often dueled with your father when they were students, and it is estimated that they learned it at that time."

"Who is his friend?"

"James Potter," said Travers crisply.

I found that my dad is also a very story-telling person.

The author has something to say:

It is really unscientific for Regulus to sign it. If Lao Fu finds out, he will drag the whole Hei family into the water...and get involved with a lot of relatives.