HP Midnight Light

Less than 100 meters after walking out of the bathroom, Hyacinth turned into a great panic about being fired.

What would she do if she was fired?Hyacins thought desperately.Maybe she could talk to Mrs. Barmer about working in the orphanage.But would the Ministry of Magic hold her accountable?That's a death curse...

When she found Slughorn already waiting in McGonagall's office, Hyacinth was almost ready to go back and pack her luggage.Slughorn stood up with a smile and greeted Professor McGonagall:

"What's going on in such a hurry, Minerva? Are James and Sirius up to some tricks on Severus again?" The smile faded from his face when he saw Hyacinth, "An extra person is involved this time?" He asked dryly.

"It's a long story." McGonagall walked to the desk and took out a stack of documents, "We'd better deal with the matters of these three first. Miss White, do you want to go to the room inside—"

Before McGonagall finished speaking, Slughorn asked sharply: "What trouble did you get into, White?"

"Horace..."

"This is a tricky student, Minerva," Slughorn ordered coldly. "Tell me, what did you do?"

Hyacinth avoided Slughorn's gaze in panic: "I..."

"Horace!" Professor McGonagall raised his voice. "We can talk about it later."

"Miss White was just arguing with Moaning Myrtle, Professor Slughorn." Sirius said suddenly, "Professor McGonagall heard them arguing in the bathroom when he brought us here."

James' eyes were about to roll to the sky: "Yes, Professor, that's it, you also know how annoying that female ghost is."

Snape stared at Sirius incredulously, as if he'd just said something unconscionable.Slughorn frowned deeply. "Is that so, Minerva?"

"Indeed." Professor McGonagall cast a warning look at Sirius, and then explained to Slughorn in a convincing tone, "Miss White said some impolite words, so I I just said it will be dealt with later." Of course, Hyacinth heard Mag's words clearly, and she froze in place completely.

McGonagall didn't refute Sirius' lie?Maybe there's some wiggle room, and she might not get fired.Hyacinth felt her blood warm up a little.

"I see." Slughorn instantly recovered his amiable expression, "Then, what trouble did these three gentlemen get into?"

This time McGonagall didn't chase Hyacinth away either, she said in a businesslike manner: "Potter and Black were trying to use magic to attack Mr Snape in the corridor, fortunately I found out in time, otherwise innocent people might be killed again implicated."

"Ah... Minerva, everyone was so naughty when they were teenagers." Slughorn didn't take it seriously at all, he laughed, "Remember to find a better place to practice next time Fight, understand?"

Professor McGonagall coughed: "But punishment is necessary."

"Yes, of course. May I suggest - deduct points from Slytherin and Gryffindor as punishment for using magic to attack each other in the hallway?" he suggested playfully and kindly.

McGonagall's eyebrows twitched. Unlike Slughorn and Slime's attitude, she had almost no room for amnesty for students who violated school rules: "I agree, Professor Slughorn. But I have to give Bo A little extra lesson for Mr. Turt and Mr. Black, after all I noticed you had too many cases left - confinement! I think Mr. Filch will arrange for you," she said forcefully.This punishment, however, seemed innocuous.

"Mr. Filch would be delighted," said James, almost beaming.

"After all, he always wanted to teach us a lesson." Sirius exchanged excited glances with him, and even Hyacinth could smell a hint of conspiracy.

"If I were you, I would probably reflect on my childish behavior." Mag slightly raised her voice, "I have to say, if you continue like this, I'm afraid I have to write to your parents to talk about it." You did well in school."

James was obviously taken aback: "You wouldn't do that, Professor!"

"I will." McGonagall said decisively, "I think the Potters must have been very shocked when they saw your violation record, so I suggest you, Mr. Potter, be more mature and try to match your behavior with your age." .”

James immediately tensed up.

"Yes, Professor," he said almost respectfully.

While McGonagall was not looking, Sirius secretly made a face at James and laughed at him.

"Remember your promise, Mr. Potter. You will receive a note later today advising you of the time and place of your detention."

"Get ready," Sirius whispered, "we're going to surprise Filch."

"Shut up," James said through gritted teeth.McGonagall pretended not to hear Sirius muttering: "You can go, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black. Although I have said this a thousand times, I still have to emphasize it again: don't do this again. !"

"Yes, Professor."

"Also," Professor McGonagall ordered nonchalantly, "please keep Miss White secret."

"Of course, Professor." James readily agreed, "We'll save face for her."

"Mr. Potter!"

"Let's go now. See you later, Professor!"

After dismissing James and Sirius, the hard-boiled brothers, there was only one Snape left in the office.

"Calm down, Minerva. Children are all the same in their youthful rebellion. Would you like some candied pineapple?" Slughorn smiled and took a small box from the pocket of his velvet smoking jacket and handed it to in front of Snape, but Snape shook his head and refused:

"May I go, Professor?"

Slughorn looked a little unhappy: "Oh, of course, Mr. Snape." He stuffed the box back into his pocket sullenly, and Snape couldn't wait to leave McGonagall's office, "That kid is a bit weird ’” Slughorn complained to McGonagall.

"But you and I both know he is a good student." McGonagall replied, "I heard he is very talented in potions?"

"Yes, yes, but you can't deny that he's withdrawn—"

"But you can't be prejudiced against him because of this, Horace." McGonagall's attitude indicated that this topic should stop here.Slughorn resentfully stopped:

"Yes, I thought so too," he muttered, pulling out a pocket watch to check the time. "So what are you going to do about White, Minerva?"

"I think we need to talk." McGonagall replied, "It would be best if you can participate. If you have something else, I can also talk to Miss White alone as the vice principal."

"I just happen to be involved in a little business." Slughorn didn't want to waste half a second on Hyacinth, so he left immediately, "Thank you, Minerva."

After dismissing Slughorn, McGonagall stretched out her hand to signal for Hyacinth to sit down: "Please sit down, Miss White."

Hyacinth sat down opposite McGonagall in fear, and Professor McGonagall folded his hands: "Please tell me what happened, Miss White."

She told the ins and outs of the matter, and after she finished speaking, McGonagall sighed: "I understand how you feel, Miss White, but you should know that the Killing Curse is not an ordinary little evil curse."

"I know." Hyacinth explained in a panic, "I don't know why I said that spell...I didn't mean it, Professor. I couldn't help myself..." Her tears were almost pouring out "Give me one more chance, Professor, don't fire me. I swear I'll never again..." She sobbed, and Meg watched calmly as she wiped tears away with her sleeve, waiting for Hyacinth to After Ruth raised her head again, Meg said:

"You won't be expelled, Miss White, because you didn't really cast the Kremlin on Myrtle anyway. But you will certainly pay something for your actions."

Hyacinth waited for Mag's next words with tears in her eyes.

"Your behavior today will be secretly recorded in your violation record, and no one but me and Professor Dumbledore will know the existence of this record. But from this evening until the day you graduate, if you have any Behavior beyond the category of 'joke'..." McGonagall paused, "I'm afraid you won't have a second chance."

"Does that mean I won't be fired?" Hyacinth asked in a low voice.

"If you never do anything like that again."

After thinking about it, she immediately realized that this was McGonagall's slack for her, and Hyacinth smiled through her tears: "Thank you, Professor."

Mag was noncommittal, picked up a pen and wrote a few strokes on the parchment.

"Professor," Hyacinth asked tentatively, "may I ask you a question?"

"Please say."

"Can the Sorting Hat make mistakes?"

Mag gave Hayes a sharp look, and she pursed her lips slightly: "As far as I know, not." After a moment of pause, she continued, "This situation is quite special. But you are not the first one, either. Right?" She smiled very quickly.

"You mean Mr. Black?"

"That's right." McGonagall seemed to see through her mind, "It is true that many dark wizards started from a tentative curse and went to evil, but this is not a certainty, Miss White. I believe that the Sorting Hat will not go wrong , it must have chosen the most suitable path for you. But you must also understand that it is we who decide what kind of person we become, not the Sorting Hat. "

Hyacinth once wanted to tell McGonagall that she was not happy in Slytherin, maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake in the original decision, but Mag had already bent over and opened a drawer to rummage in it, and finally she pulled out a An old photo was placed in front of Hyacinth.

Hyacinth was stunned. The photo showed her father and a group of Gryffindor players.They gathered together and laughed with their college cups in hand.

"John took my place after I was injured and couldn't continue playing Quidditch. Gryffindor's Quidditch level was not very good at that time, and they didn't win the House Cup until John's graduation year. This is what he sent. A group photo for me." McGonagall softened her voice, "Miss White, you have to be a person who makes your parents proud."

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Note:

According to the relevant stories of Professor McGonagall updated by Pottermore before, she should be about the same age as her parents.

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