HP Dawn Night

I didn't pay much attention to Pansy's "wooing".Because with the arrival of the season, Flint increased the amount of Quidditch training.

Nimbus 2001 brought us even more speed, and Pansy said that when we flew in the air, we looked like seven pale green shadows.In order to ensure the stability of the broomstick, Flint and a few seniors put some protective charms on our broomsticks.

"At least no one wears glasses," Pansy reassured as we drenched and shuffled into the auditorium one day, "that way you'll have less trouble when it rains."

However this is of no use.Every day I am tired and hungry, but I have no appetite.

So, within a month I looked a lot thinner.

"At least you've saved yourself the trouble of losing weight." Pansy reassured me as she looked helplessly at me abusing a piece of steak.

"Pansy," I sighed, "if I want slimming potions, all I have to do is write my mother a letter."

"..."

Occlumency lessons at Dad's were slowly getting underway - Quidditch training washed out a few times.My father hasn't really started using "Insanity" on me, he just tells me to try to clear my mind at night before I go to sleep.After persisting for more than a month, I feel that the situation has improved recently, at least I can ensure that my mind is blank before falling asleep.

"Be happy, it is said that Dumbledore has ordered a skeleton dance troupe to cheer everyone up!" After the penultimate Occlumency teaching before Halloween, I staggered back to the lounge and almost collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion.Pansy tried to put me at ease, but something bad came to my mind:

"Trolls broke into Hogwarts on Halloween last year, and Merlin blesses you, let this year's Halloween pass safely."

"Don't be silly, Vio, it was just an accident last year," Pansy said disapprovingly.

A week later, it's time for my last Occlumency tuition, and it's also Halloween.Pansy decided to stay after lunch to help Professor Flitwick decorate the Great Hall, and of course I stayed with her as a good friend.

Professor Flitwick was delighted, because he was in need of help.And Pansy and I just happened to do really well in Charms.

As I was lighting the candles in the pumpkin, a thin, sweet voice sounded behind me:

"Sister Snape, the headmaster asked you to go to his office now."

I turned around and it was Astoria Greengrass.

"Understood, thank you." I jumped off the high stool, greeted Pan Xi, and walked towards the basement office.Just in time, Astoria asked Pansy softly:

"Sister Parkinson, what can I do for you?"

In terms of sophistication, she is much better than her sister.

My father called me here to teach in advance.

"I don't think you'd want to miss the dinner party in the evening and the revelry that followed, so I thought it would be a good idea to give you extra tuition in the afternoon," said the father simply.

"Carnival?" I asked curiously.My father glanced at me indifferently, with a slightly irritable expression:

"Exactly. Every year the seventh years see this as a chance to set off fireworks and mess around in the common room before they leave Hogwarts, every year, and I think this year will be no different."

It was hard to imagine how crazy the seventh graders would be, but the father's expression clearly showed that he didn't want to say more.

"Are you ready for real Legilimency?" Father stopped talking nonsense, raised his wand, and asked.

I thought about it carefully: "Maybe! I'm not sure, but at least I need to try."

Father nodded: "Installation!"

I keep in mind what is written in the book and what my father said, don’t think about anything, empty your brain... don’t avoid eye contact... I looked at my father with wide eyes, but my eyes were a little blurry... empty your brain... …

What is my first memory?

It was my grandfather who held me in his arms and showed me a magic photo album.

"This is a photo of me graduating from Hogwarts. Look, your grandfather is here."

"This is a picture of me and your grandmother when we got married. I'll tell you how we met. Look, this is William Springer. He's the director of St. Mungo's Bioinjury Unit. My little princess, if you If you want to be a therapist in the future, I can write him a letter and I can get you a first-class internship position.”

"Look, here's a picture of your mom when she was a kid, God, she's a perfect fusion of me and your grandmother, isn't she?"

……

Later, my grandfather passed away.Only my name and my mother's name are still lit on Watson's family tree.

"Mom!" I was talkative as a kid and always had endless questions, "Who is my daddy?"

"Maybe you will know later." Mom said solemnly.

"Why are you not married?"

"Because there is no need for marriage."

"Then why doesn't Dad ever come to see me?"

"Your father is very busy, and he has something to do, right?"

"Mom, when will I see Dad? The day I go to Hogwarts?"

"Vio, there are some things that you will only understand when you have experienced them."

"Oh--"

Afterwards, I never asked this question again.As I got older, I realized my family wasn't perfect.

……

"How are you getting on with my godfather?" Draco asked me.

"Hmm... there's a problem, yeah, we don't seem to know how to get along with each other at all. I mean, I can't act like a baby or anything."

"It's understandable, after all, you just met each other not long ago."

"It's not an option to go on like this. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"You're all obsessed with potions—"

"Draco, we are father and daughter, not partners."

"You are right, but you have another relationship, teacher and student."

……

I think Remembrance is a spell that should be outlawed.

I didn't realize how damned the spell was until my father stopped wielding its power.Not only will it make you relive some nasty memories, but it will make it visible to others.

Now I'm so embarrassed.

"Uh...Father, I did wonder who my dad was when I was a kid." I figured I'd have to explain.In fact, when I was a kid, I always thought my dad was going to be a mysterious explorer who was just off to find some kind of magical power...

"Vio, have you ever complained about me?" My father suddenly bent down to look at me, which startled me, "Did you ever complain when you were a child. Or after you came to Hogwarts?" My evasion and staying away from you?"

"..." This question is too profound.

Maybe a little bit.

"Actually, it's okay." I said awkwardly.

However, my memory has proved the falsehood of this statement.

"Before Lucius contacted me, I didn't even know you existed." The father said slowly, obviously it was not easy for him to say this, "I don't know how to get along with children, because I My own childhood was very bad...your mother taught you very well."

I am completely at a loss.

In fact, I also have questions that I want to ask, such as - have you ever loved your mother?Or am I just a product of a love potion?

But I promise, if I dare to ask, there will be one less person in the world.

"I think I'm just not used to you appearing as a father. More often, you seem to be playing the role of a mentor." I expressed my thoughts carefully.

"You're almost exactly like your mother," said the father abruptly, "but your eyebrows are like your grandmother's."

"I know, I've seen it from er-er, old pictures of Slytherin." I almost revealed a secret about me and Draco.

"You are very similar to me in many ways..." Father said dryly.

"Father?" I looked at him worriedly.

"Maybe we can try to make some changes." The father asked cautiously in an inquiring tone, "Maybe, you can call me 'Daddy' instead of 'Father'?"

I froze in disbelief.

Father seemed cramped and a little embarrassed.My silence clearly gave him room for misunderstanding.So he said anxiously:

"If you don't want to—"

"Nobody wants to," I whispered. "Of course I do, Dad."