HP Dawn Night

The Slytherins were huddled in the common room, and Dad had just come in to read a document.The atmosphere was very stagnant, because one of the two people attacked this time was a student of Slytherin and a pure blood.

"Two Gryffindors have fallen, not counting a Gryffindor's ghost, and a Hufflepuff, and now even Slytherin is not spared. Except for Ravenclaw, every A college has students who have been attacked."

"But that's obviously the heir of Slytherin!"

"Parkinson is pure-blooded, and the whole family belongs to Slytherin. This time she suffered with a Gryffindor mudblood, maybe..." The voice gradually faded, and everyone still remembered Pan in the fight club. West and Granger lost the upper hand when they fought, and many people witnessed our hand-to-hand combat in the corridor that day.

"Parkinson alone meets Granger..."

After the Slytherins talked for a while, Qi Qi sighed, and then a few students came over to comfort me.At least the mandrakes would be ripe soon, and Pansy wouldn't be in the infirmary long.

"Thanks, I'm fine." I deal with them politely.I can't seem to shake the image in my mind of a vivacious Pansy lying stiff in bed.Although I know that her life will not be in danger, but——

"Vio," Draco said, coming from the common room door, "my dad is here, and so are the Parkinsons. They're in the infirmary now."

I stood up and Blaise and Draco walked me to the infirmary.

"The Minister of Magic is here, too," Draco whispered.

"Cornel Fudge?" said Blaise quickly. "What's he doing here?"

"I don't know." Draco held up his wand - we all do. "Not visiting victims anyway."

"Did the Grangers know about her attack?" I asked.

Draco shook his head, "Probably not."

Uncle Lucius, Professor Dumbledore, the Parkinsons, and a stranger in a pinstriped suit could be seen standing around Pansy's bed through the window of the infirmary.Draco raised his hand and knocked on the door, and we walked in.

"Good evening, Miss Snape, Mr Malfoy, Mr Zabini," said Professor Dumbledore kindly, "I think you are here to see Miss Parkinson."

I nodded silently and looked at Pansy on the bed.The Parkinsons stood beside her bed, and Mr. Parkinson stared at his daughter with a twinkle in his eye.Mrs. Parkinson pursed her lips and looked down at the stiff Pansy without saying a word.

"Dumbledore, Lucius," said Fudge in a crisp, rapid tone, "I think we can now do what we ought to do."

"Of course, Connelly." Dumbledore looked very serious.

"You go first," said Uncle Lucius in a steady tone, "I want to be with these children again. You know, this is a huge blow to them."

After Dumbledore and Fudge had left, Uncle Lucius leaned over to look at Pansy, and said to me, "It's not clear why any Slytherins are being attacked, but you should be vigilant, Vio, Miss Parkinson is a close friend of yours, which means there is a good chance that you too are at risk."

I looked, and there was no one else in the room: "Uncle Lucius, is that man the real heir of Slytherin, or is it just a title?"

Uncle Lucius paused: "I can't give you an answer, Vio, no one knows what the answer is."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"I hope you three children can act together as much as possible, don't be alone, don't wander around during this time, if you find anything, go to Severus as soon as possible." Uncle Lucius said from his arms He took out a pocket watch and looked at it, "It seems that the time is almost up, I should go. See you later."

As Uncle Lucius straightened his traveling cloak, he said to the Parkinsons on the side, "Goodbye, Edmund, Hyacinth."

Mr. Parkinson and Pansy have exactly the same hair color, and his eyes are full of anger at this moment: "I really don't know how that old lunatic Dumbledore does things. Thank you Lucius for your help, otherwise Hogwarts is still in a state of chaos. In chaos."

"Dumbledore's presence or absence is not that important," said Mrs. Parkinson, a pale, impassive lady, coldly. "The Ministry of Magic should be urging schools to find the culprit as soon as possible, not all day long. Just put on airs."

Although the Minister of Magic was still standing in this room not long ago, and Uncle Lucius had just left.But Mrs. Parkinson's tone was clearly disrespectful to the Ministry of Magic, almost offensive.

"Hyatings—" Mr. Parkinson said embarrassingly.

"Why, did I say something wrong?" Mrs. Parkinson glanced at her husband indifferently, and walked towards the door, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Pansy is still here!" Mr. Parkinson said slightly angrily. "As her parents, at least you and I should spend more time with her."

"Oh? Accompanying a petrified person? It's meaningless." Mrs. Parkinson said contemptuously, she reached out and wrapped her long cloak tightly, "You can keep it if you like."

As she spoke, she opened the door mercilessly and walked out. Mr. Parkinson lingered angrily in place for a while.Finally, he said to us ashamedly:

"Children, Pansy's incident is a shock to you and us. Violet, Pansy said that you are her best friend. If possible, I would like you to come and accompany her more, is that okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Parkinson." I nodded. "Goodbye."

He nodded absently, and went off after his wife.

"Pansy's family is kind of weird," Draco commented with a shrug.I stepped forward, and Pansy maintained a strange posture, as if she was attacked the moment she was about to reach out for her wand.

"Could Pansy have seen the Heir of Slytherin?" I asked tentatively.

"It's unlikely." Blaise said, "You see Granger's posture is also very strange."

Granger clenched his fists and seemed to be sprinting.

"Okay, or is Pansy trying to attack Granger from behind?" I walked over to check, Granger's wand was still in her pocket.

"It's also possible that the two of them collided head-on, but Pansy's reaction was quicker." Draco speculated.

"Or Pansy wants to stop Granger, and Granger...well, maybe she doesn't want to waste time with Pansy." Blaise put his hand on the bed rail, "There are too many possible situations. Now we can only hope that Mann Della grass ripens early."

I raised my hand to stroke Pansy's hair. They were cold and hard. I sighed and withdrew my hand:

"That being said, I have another job to do."

"What?" Draco and Bracey looked up at me.

"Pansy wanted to know what would petrify someone, so I decided to check it out in the first section of the library," I replied.

"But you can't get into the first place," Draco said, "and you don't know which book to read."

"Maybe I know," I said, "but I need to find Potter first."

However, things didn't go so smoothly. Before I could find Potter, a piece of news came out: Dumbledore was dismissed as headmaster by the board of directors, and Rubeus Hagrid was taken away from Hogwarts as a suspect.

Things took a turn for the worse as Potter and Weasley adored Dumbledore and were good friends with Hagrid.Unfortunately, Uncle Lucius happens to be on the board.Now when they see Draco, they think about Dumbledore and Hagrid. It's not bad that they didn't take the initiative to attack, let alone talk to me.

After Dumbledore left, fear spread in the castle like never before.

The sun that warmed the castle walls seemed unable to penetrate the mullioned windows, and every face in the school - Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Slytherins and Ravenclaws - looked panic-stricken , every laugh that rang out in the hallway was harsh, eerie, and quickly stifled.

The arrival of summer turned the sky and lake of Hogwarts into a beautiful light blue, and flowers as big as cabbages bloomed in the greenhouse.

But such a beautiful and happy period, we spend it in panic all day long.No one knows if there will be another attack or who the next victim will be.

Now that the attacker is going after even the most deserving Slytherin purebloods, who knows who his next target will be.

"I can't stand this kind of life." Draco finally broke out, throwing himself on the sofa, and said manically, "Without Quidditch, not being able to leave the lounge after six o'clock, not being able to move about freely, could it be that the attacker Do we have to live like this for a day if we don't get caught?"

After Dumbledore left Hogwarts, Draco, who was most proud of himself, fell into another kind of pain. Some students felt that the teacher's escort made them feel at ease, but Draco felt that such a life similar to being under house arrest Miserable.

"Get used to it, Draco," Blaise flipped through a book, "Madam Pomfrey won't allow us to see Pansy now."

"Listen," I said with determination, "I'm going to find a chance to talk to Potter anyway—don't stop me, if we can find out what the monster in the castle is, we won't have to worry about it anymore. gone."

"Violet, when did you learn heroism from Gryffindor?" Blaise teased.

"It attacked my best friend," I said, "a true friend is precious to a Slytherin."

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I really want to finish the second year before going back to school... ↖(^ω^)↗