HP Dawn Night

But on Monday morning, a terrifying news spread throughout Hogwarts: Colin Creevey of Gryffindor had been attacked and now lay dead in his ward.

Many students were frightened and suspicious. After the Quidditch match, people almost forgot about the heir of Slytherin for a while, but now, this unexpected disaster made the tragedy of Mrs. Norris that night over there resurfaced in everyone's eyes. heart.For a time, rumors abounded in Hogwarts, and everyone was in danger. The first-year students even moved together in small groups, lest they would be attacked alone.

For a while, underground trading became popular in Hogwarts, and students were suddenly keen on all kinds of things that were said to have the function of warding off evil spirits.

"Colin Creevey is a bitch wizard," Blaise said at the breakfast table. "The heir of Slytherin is for the bitch. Your prophecy is half true, Draco."

Draco rested his elbows, frowning and looking at the plate: "But Mrs. Norris, it doesn't make sense...it's just a cat."

Pansy asked me, "Any news from Professor Snape?"

Discouraged, I poked the fried egg on the plate: "No, father is very busy, because this time the students were attacked, although it wasn't Slytherin's."

"It's a good thing it's Christmas soon. I can go home at last—well, there's nothing wrong with going home," Pansy said angrily.

The only thing I'm thankful for is that this time Draco decided to stay at school for Christmas.In addition, because of him, two loyal followers, Gower and Crabbe, also stayed on.Although I'm the only girl, it's better than being the only one in the whole school.

"Fortunately, we are Slytherin, or pure blood." I said with lingering fear.

Creevey was the first, who will be next?Hard to say. The mysterious and frightening title of "Heir of Slytherin" has disturbed the school, and the students of hemp breed are in panic all day long.The heir extended his hand to the students, and no one could guarantee that he would not do it again.But no one can predict who will be next.

"Again," Draco asked us seriously, "the iron triangle of Gryffindor has always been acting strangely lately, what are they up to?"

"do not know."

"Who knows."

"I don't know."

Our answer is the same, no one is likely to follow those three elusive guys.This semester, Slytherin and Gryffindor don't have so many classes together. Even though Blaise has a fairly strong network, it doesn't mean that we have a reliable dark thread inside Gryffindor.Besides, if the trio really wanted to do something, they would avoid everyone.

"They're supposed to be on our guard lately," Brees concluded, "so there's no point in wasting time asking questions."

This afternoon we had Potions class with Gryffindors in a large dungeon.The content is swelling potion, which Draco and I have been using handy since the summer vacation.

"Just watch," Draco and I both said to our partners.Pansy and Blaise stood idly by, gaping at our surprisingly adept maneuvers.

Dad, as usual, walked up and down the smog, brusquely criticizing the work of the Gryffindor students.Draco watched the show leisurely, giggling from time to time.I also had a hard time breaking my heart, and whispered to Pan Xi:

"I think I'm going to have to get Dad a new robe for Christmas," I said. "I think his skirt is too long. Don't you think it's easy to get stepped on?"

Pansy rolled her eyes, obviously she thought I was worrying too much: "Vio, I think you should send some practical ones."

"Potion Secrets? No, no, I gave this one last year," I immediately rejected it, "and I'm worried that he will starve himself to death because of his obsession with potions."

"Then send food." Pan Xi said perfunctorily.

I don't care about her attitude for the time being, because my swelling potion was boiled at lightning speed, I took a look with satisfaction, and felt that I was simply a genius in potions. Obviously, as many people said, in this In this subject, I perfectly inherited the good genes from both parents: "Come, come, give me a crystal bottle."

I put the lid on the sample as Draco leaned over to scoop up his potion.I looked up and looked around, great, no one was faster than me.Just as I was handing the sample to Pansy, who was about to turn in her homework, I heard a dangerous hiss.

Like something is burning.

"Be careful!" The training every Friday night made my reaction speed improve by leaps and bounds. In a few seconds, I didn't care about judging the source of the sound, but quickly pulled out my wand and cast an Iron Armor Charm. At the same time, Goyle The cauldron exploded strangely, spreading to a large group of Slytherins around.Everyone covered their heads and screamed, and the students who were splashed touched their affected parts and yelled.Dad growled:

"Quiet! Quiet! All the students who were splashed by the potion come to me to get the anti-swelling medicine. When I find out who did it..."

The Iron Armor Charm managed to keep the four of us out of harm's way, Pansy nearly shattering our sample, and Blaise cleaned up a pool of stains on the floor with a flick of his wand.

"What is Granger doing?" Draco suddenly turned to me and said.In the midst of the chaos, I saw Granger sneak out of the dungeon.

"It seems that Goyle's cauldron is also their masterpiece." Blaise watched Granger disappear by the door, calmly stating a fact.

Half of the class rushed to grab the anti-swelling potion, and my father was furious.At this moment, Granger slipped back into the dungeon again, and we all clearly saw a bulge on the front of her dress.

"The only possible place to go back and forth in such a short time is the professor's office." Draco said dangerously, narrowing his eyes.

"Thief!" Pansy stared at Granger's back angrily and said through gritted teeth.

I watched as if everyone was drinking the antidote, and Potter and Weasley always had an innocent expression on their faces.But they were visibly relieved when Granger slipped back to his seat safely.

After everyone returned to normal, Dad walked quickly to Goyle's cauldron and scooped out the twisted black pyrotechnic ashes with a spoon, and there was a sudden silence in the classroom.

"Once I find out who threw it," he said in a low voice, "I will definitely fire that person."

Potter tried to put on a confused expression, and Dad's suspicious eyes lingered on him for a long time.For a moment I wanted to point out directly that Potter was up to something, but the next moment I decided to make things more exciting.

Just then, the get out of class bell rang.

"You just let them go like this? Vio?" Pansy was still indignant when I was dragged out of the classroom.Merlin testified that since the last time she and Granger had clashed on the pitch, she always wanted to have a one-on-one confrontation with Granger.

"Let's figure out what they stole first," I concocted a plot, "and then we'll have a good show."

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