HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the agreed day has arrived.

Segnus sat in a quiet corner of the room, gently stroking the patterned ring with her fingers, and the thoughts in her heart were like the surging sea, becoming deeper and deeper.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls on her body, creating mottled light and shadows.

There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, and Draco's image lingered in her mind.

In the days that had passed, Cygnus had never thought of involving Draco in her troubles.

In her eyes, Draco was like a blank sheet of paper, pure and flawless. She hoped that he could always maintain that innocence, free from worldly troubles and without having to grow up to face the complexity of the world.

This thoughtful gesture is not only the most innocent blessing from a sister to her brother, but also hides a deep worry about the reality - she is afraid that after all her hard work in cultivating him, she will end up raising another ungrateful person.

However, as time passed, subtle changes quietly took place in her heart.

Segnus carefully adjusted every wrinkle on the corner of her clothes, then used Teleport to arrive at Nott Manor.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds and onto the manor engulfed in a sea of ​​roses. The gorgeous flowers sway in the wind, like a colorful painting, so beautiful that it almost takes your breath away.

The moment she stepped into the manor, the scene before her was still familiar - large patches of blooming roses, like a sea of ​​pink and crimson, tightly wrapping the entire manor and exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

At the gate of the manor, Theodore Nott's figure stood particularly straight, his eyes full of expectation, like a knight waiting for the return of the princess.

His eyes were fixed on Segnus, and at this moment, time seemed to slow down.

As Cygnus got closer, Theodore's heartbeat in his chest became stronger and stronger.

Theodore frowned, his eyes fixed on Segnus, and there was a hint of imperceptible anxiety in his voice:

"I think it's better to be cautious about such a profound spell as Apparition."

He knew that Cygnus was always adept at performing such spells, but the memories of past tragedies—cases where bodies had been severed due to improper handling—were too vivid to be easily ignored.

With light steps, Segnus walked along the winding path directly to the elaborately decorated pavilion.

She waved her hands casually, as if to drive away invisible worries, with a nonchalant smile on her lips.

“You’re being too cautious, Theo.” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “You know, I never do anything without certainty.”

Despite her confident demeanor, Theodore's brows were still furrowed, his worry obvious.

In his eyes, Segnus was just a little girl who had just entered the third grade. This made his heart always hang in the balance, like a swing hanging in the air, swaying unsteadily.

Hermione hurried to the gate of Nott's Manor, the dust leaving mottled marks on her robes. She panted and asked anxiously:

"Am I not late?" Her clothes were covered with dust from the journey. She traveled all the way from the Muggle world to here. She couldn't help but feel that it was not easy to travel to the territory of this pure-blood family.

She couldn't help but think of Segnus's effortless movement and was secretly envious.

At this moment, Seconas was enjoying a piece of dessert with satisfaction, a gentle smile on her lips. She looked up at Hermione and said softly, "You came at the right time."

Theodore calmly turned his gaze to Cygnus, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, then asked in a low, calm voice, "So, can we get started now?"

Segnus clapped her hands gently, as if to disperse the dust in the air. She carefully wiped the debris on her hands with a handkerchief, with a calm smile on her lips.

"Don't worry, Theo," she said in a relaxed and friendly tone, "We still need to wait for a friend to arrive."

Segnus' eyes scanned the surroundings, as if he was estimating the time when his friend would arrive.

Hermione and Theodore's eyes met, and there was a hint of confusion in their eyes.

They sat there quietly, wondering in their hearts, what other friends would require the three of them to wait patiently?

Theodore frowned, his eyes like a bottomless lake, pondering this sudden mystery.

Could it be that more and more people are standing by Seignus now? So Seignus doesn't tell them anything.

Flaming red hair sparkled in the sunlight, and a familiar face gradually came into view.

Theodore and Hermione looked carefully and finally recognized the identity of the visitor.

"Percy Weasley?" Theodore whispered calmly, his eyebrows slightly raised, obviously surprised by this scene.

He sat there, observing calmly, but his heart was surging.

He had never thought that Percy could win the favor of Cygnus.

Theodore snapped his fingers lightly, and the heavy door opened.

Percy stepped into the gazebo in the lazy afternoon sunshine, his shadow stretching long behind him.

With steady steps, he walked straight to the stone bench and sat down opposite Segnus. The atmosphere in the pavilion seemed to be shaken.

"Are we doing anything big this time?" Percy asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Segnus's steady gaze moved over him, and her inner thoughts were like ripples on a lake, rising slightly.

She decided not to hold back any longer and answered.

"What we are facing now is not just a simple problem." Cygnus' voice was low and powerful. She stared closely at Percy's blue eyes that revealed confusion.

"We have to find him, Voldemort, and..." She paused, her tone more thoughtful, "a 16-year-old Voldemort."

Percy's thoughts seemed to be thrown into a maze by these words. He stood there in a daze, unable to think straight.

Two Voldemorts? Could it be that they were facing more than one now? This thought circled in his mind, and he couldn't help but frown.

He looked at Segnus, who seemed to see through his confusion, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile.

"Yes, Percy, we are indeed facing two Voldemorts now." Cygnus' tone was calm and firm, as if she had already expected this fact.

Percy's brows furrowed slightly, his heart rising and falling like the tide.

Yes, he is an ambitious man, but he is also a shrewd egoist.

In the grand blueprint that Cygnus had unfolded for him, Percy wondered if he could find the position he dreamed of.

The struggle within him was always there, and he kept rubbing his fingers together, trying to erase the uneasiness - the doubt about whether he should risk everything for Cygnus.

After all, they were not facing ordinary people, but the terrifying Voldemort, and there were two of them.

Percy's breathing became rapid and he could feel his heart beating violently in his chest. The stakes of this game were too high and he had to weigh them.