HP Midnight Light

- April 1982, 6 - The Greengrass House

"Sign it." Sean pushed an agreement in front of Vera, "I can give you a sum of compensation." Vera didn't care about the numbers on the paper at all, she stared at him in disbelief:

"Are you so eager to get rid of me?"

"If you are willing to cooperate, we don't have to make the scene too ugly." Sean glanced at her contemptuously, "Rozier will not come back to support you, Vera. You'd better make a wise choice .”

She scribbled through the agreement, black and white, and the words were clear. As the reading progressed, Vera's blood temperature cooled down bit by bit. In the end, she almost growled and asked: "You want to do this to Daphne? Isn't she you?" Is it your daughter? Don't you have any feelings for her?"

"Indeed not." Contrary to her despair, Sean was extremely calm and cold, "I don't want her at all, I told you when I slept with you."

"You won't even give her a Galleon? You won't even let her have a surname?" Vera's teeth were chattering, and she almost thought she had misread it—Sean not only deprived Daphne of her inheritance , and also demanded that she be completely removed from her father's surname, and his compensation for this was only a one-time payment of Galleons.

"She's not my daughter!" Sean looked away annoyedly, not looking at the woman in front of him who was becoming more and more unsightly due to emotional ups and downs, "You can either sign it, or bring the matter to the Ministry of Magic. You are of no use at all!"

"If that's the case, you won't get any fruit!" Vera suddenly rushed to the fireplace to grab a handful of Floo powder, "I'll report your deal with Cornelia to them right now—"

"You're crazy!" Sean didn't expect Vera to die like this, he stood up in surprise, "Stop!"

However, Vera had already sprinkled Floo powder into the fireplace: "Magic—ah!"

Sean almost instinctively grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at Vera. After she let out a painful scream, she slipped and fell into the fireplace.

The burning green flame instantly engulfed her upper body, and within a blink of an eye her robe was also ignited. Vera howled and rolled out of the fireplace, but her whole body was already wrapped in the raging fire.

"Ah! Ah!" Vera exclaimed heartbreakingly. Sean finally realized after being stunned for a few seconds. He pulled out his wand in a panic: "Clear water is like a spring! Clear water is like a spring!"

The flames were quickly extinguished, but Vera fell to the ground and twitched, screaming horribly: "My-my-my face!" She opened her hand to touch her own. cheek, and then burst into a cry of increasing pain, "I can't see! I can't see!"

"Merlin..." Sean prayed in a low voice with a pale face, and trembling, he rushed to the fireplace and sprinkled a handful of floo powder again, "Saint Mungo—send the healer over! The sooner the better! "

Vera was still rolling, writhing, and screaming on the ground.Her bare skin had turned a horrific crimson, and her face was even more horrific, charred and browned alive.In just ten seconds after Sean notified St. Mungo, her skin began to peel and wrinkle, as if a mask was about to fall off.

-June 6rd-No. 23, Privet Road, Xiaohuijin District

"One, two, three...seventeen pieces!" Vernon announced excitedly after carefully counting twice with his fingers, "Come and see, Dada, you have received seventeen birthday pieces Gift!"

Dudley moved his heavy body with difficulty to the coffee table under the eager eyes of his parents.

"Seventeen?" he muttered.

"Yes, seventeen!"

Dudley's lips twitched slightly, and he turned awkwardly to Petunia.The latter immediately understood: "Two more than last year, baby Dada!"

There was no way Dudley could remember how many birthday presents he had received last year, but there was a look of satisfaction on his chubby face at the word "many."

"We'll go to the amusement park later, and—"

Vernon's words were interrupted by the sudden sound of the doorbell.He and Petunia looked at each other in surprise and bewilderment, and the latter went to open the door.

"May I ask who you are?" A strange woman stood outside the door.Petunia looked up and down the newcomer at an incredible speed.Hair bun, pass; neat skirt, pass; pearl necklace, pass; shiny leather shoes, pass.

Petunia gave a standard smile to the strange woman. No matter who came, she at least met the Dursleys' guest standards.

"Hello, my name is Arabella Figg. I just moved to Wisteria Street yesterday evening, so I decided to visit the neighbors today because it was too late." The strange woman handed over a basket lined with printed napkins, "This It's my own crispy fruit pie, hope you like it."

Petunia knew that this was a well-behaved person, and her smile became brighter: "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Figg, please come in and have a cup of tea. Unfortunately, the house is a bit messy. Today is Dudley birthday."

"Is this your son?" Mrs. Figg praised cleverly, "What a handsome boy!" She looked around indiscriminately, but did not find Harry.

Vernon received Petunia's look, and he quickly asked Mrs. Figg to take a seat, while pulling Dudley out of his pile of toys for him to say hello to the guests.Petunia walked into the kitchen and quickly lifted the napkin to take a look. The fruit pie inside was beautiful in color and steaming hot, obviously it was a work of sincerity.

In the living room, Mrs. Figg naturally began to inquire about the family's situation: "So, how long have you been here?"

"Three years, since we got married."

Mrs. Figg found that the pictures of the Dursley family were on the cabinets and cabinets at home.

"I've heard that this is a peaceful neighborhood, and there's nothing weird about it." Mrs. Fig asked tentatively. "Big cities are different, and you'll meet some weird people every now and then."

"Oh, yes!" agreed Vernon vaguely. "Are you from London?"

"No, I've always lived in Bath," Mrs. Figg went on. "There are so many toys here—is this the only baby in your family?"

"Of course not!" Before Vernon could speak, Petunia, who had been listening with her ears open, replied first, "Cough... To be honest, I have a little nephew."

Mrs. Figg looked surprised.

"Oh——yes, his parents died in an accident. We had no choice but to adopt him." Vernon reacted, and he described it with emotion, but the next second he changed his mind. Zhuan, "We have no other ideas, just hope that this child can grow up safely."

Mrs. Figg felt that this sounded a little false, but she couldn't fault it.She was temporarily relieved, and just as she was about to continue spying, Petunia changed the topic:

"Ah! It's almost 09:30." She said the words to see off the guests naturally, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Figg, we're going to take Dudley to the amusement park today."

"That would be very nice. Will your nephew come with you?"

Petunia's expression froze briefly, and she quickly covered it up: "The child is sick, I'm afraid we have to trouble Vernon's sister to take care of him."

"Actually, I happen to live alone." Petunia's attitude made Mrs. Figg suspicious. "If you need anything, please feel free to contact me. I'm quite experienced in taking care of children."

-June 7th - Parkinson Manor

After falling into memory for the thousandth time for no reason, Hyacinth decided to resume her old career and began to study ancient runes.The ensuing problem is that she has to teach herself Latin, after all, there are no professors here to instruct her how to translate those rare Old English derived from Latin into modern English.

Fortunately, she easily found an introductory Latin book in the study of Parkinson's family. After several months of study, she could already understand some phrases.

"Expertocrede," Hyacinth captioned the translation, "Trust my word."

Then she stopped writing suddenly.

She was sure it was a far cry from the answer she had heard a year earlier.

Hyacinth dropped the book without any hesitation and walked quickly to the study, but Edmund was not there.Her eyes fell on a chest of drawers in the room, where she had seen Edmund standing with a looking-glass last year.

Apparently, Edmund didn't like to change things every now and then.

When Hyacinth opened the fifth drawer she found what she was looking for—

There was a bronze mirror wrapped in white silk, with a smooth back, and the Latin sentence she wrote just now was engraved on the frame, verbatim.

The strange thing is that the surface of the mirror is like a layer of fog to see clearly.Hyacinth wiped it, but it didn't help.

She remembered Edmund talking to the mirror: "Hello?"

no response.

"I'm Hyacinth."

Still no response.

She felt a little stupid for trying to chat with a mirror.Hyacinth grabbed the silk angrily and planned to return it to its original place, but another mirror in her memory flashed across her mind at this moment:

"I've contacted James with the double mirror and he said he'll be right back with Lily."

Sirius had yelled at her and Remus four years ago as he crawled out of the doorway to the Gryffindor common room.

But this is not a double-sided mirror. The double-sided mirror cannot be so luxurious, and it is even more impossible to write such strange Latin words.Hyacinth suddenly got excited, she hastily tore off the half-wrapped silk, and solemnly raised the mirror in front of her again, as if she had some guidance, she asked: "Tell me , where is Edmund Parkinson?"

The moment her voice fell to the ground, the mirror suddenly became clear.As if an invisible hand was writing, two lines of neat words appeared on the mirror:

The living room of Parkinson Manor, open the door.

Hyacinth opened her eyes and read and reread the two short lines in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly: "Tell me, where is Sirius Black?"

But this time, the handwriting disappeared, and the mirror changed back to a hazy and foggy appearance.

"Edmund..." Hyacinth whispered, she didn't care to think more, but grabbed the bronze mirror and strode out of the study, while taking out her wand with her spare left hand and hiding it in her sleeve.

"Tell me what is this?" She almost trotted all the way to the living room, Hyacinth saw Edmund on the sofa at a glance, and without thinking, she threw the bronze mirror at him.Edmund bent over in time to avoid it the moment he turned his head, and the bronze mirror smashed to pieces on the wall behind him.At the same time, Hyacinth had already held the wand in her hand: "All petrified!"

Bang—her hand shook so badly that the spell hit the green plants placed in the corner.

"Passed out!"

"Hyase!" Edmund fended off her spell, "There are guests here!"

"I don't care if there are guests or not!" Hyacinth yelled furiously, and something exploded in her mind, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Mrs. Parkinson!" The visitor finally recovered from his astonishment, and he quickly pulled out his wand, "Disarm you!"

Hyacinth's wand dropped out of her hand and fell into the guest's hand.

"I'm sorry," Edmund apologized with a livid face, "she—"

"Give me back my wand!" Hyacinth rushed forward to grab her wand as if she lost her mind, but the guest revealed her identity at a faster speed:

"I am a Gringotts clerk, Mrs. Parkinson." He pointed both wands carefully at her. "I have the right to self-defense."

Under the threat of the wand, Hyacinth barely stopped her movements.

"He's coming to—"

"Shut up!" She turned her head sharply and shouted, "I don't need you to explain to me!"

The Gringotts staff quickly glanced at the couple curiously and perplexedly: "I am here today for your vault."

Hyacinth motioned him to continue with her eyes.

"I'm sorry for the delay until today, but we found out that the two coffers were not merged in time during the inspection a few days ago." He further explained cleverly, "Generally speaking, after the marriage agreement takes effect, if there is no special request, we will automatically merge the treasuries of both parties into one. So I came here today to ask for your opinion." He turned to Hyacinth, "You still have about [-] galleons in your treasury, you Want them to go to the vault in Mr. Parkinson's name, or—"

"No." Hyacinth refused flatly, and a thought rose from the bottom of her heart, "Can I transfer them to someone else's vault?"

The staff of Gringotts froze for a moment: "It can be possible..."

"Then please forward them anonymously to Remus Lupine," she said without hesitation, as if she had intended to do so, "now, if you don't mind, give me back my wand, I still have some conflicts with this Mr. Parkinson and need to communicate."

After 1 minute, the Gringotts staff fled Parkinson Manor in a panic.

"I warned you, Edmund." Hyacons turned to Edmund, "I will not tolerate any more lies."

"That's not a lie," Edmund argued calmly.

"You used it to find out where Sirius and I lived, didn't you?"

"In fact, I only got your address openly after I entered the Ministry of Magic."

Instead, his composure revealed the answer to the mystery for Hyacinth.She took a light breath: "You use it to monitor Sirius' whereabouts, and then you-you-" She trembled and couldn't continue.

Edmund let out a sneer: "If he hadn't carelessly forgotten to cast a defensive spell, this mirror wouldn't be able to help me at all."

"You're lying!" Hyacinth was enraged, she raised her wand and pointed it straight at Edmund's face, "Liar!"

"Yes, I'm a liar anyway. Then kill me, Hyacinth." Edmund didn't even raise his wand, and he still had that trademark fake smile, "Revenge , use me to practice the death curse... I won't resist."

Her hands were shaking violently.

So what if he was killed?Hyacins thought.The worst-case scenario is to be sent to Azkaban, so she can at least be closer to Sirius, and maybe the warden will be merciful and assign them a double cell...

"Do it." Edmund urged softly, "I have seen almost all the spells, but no one has ever pointed at me and said Avada Kedavra... Hyacinth, do it quickly, you wait It's been a long day, isn't it?"

"No." She took a deep breath. "You won't get what you want, Edmund. It's not that easy. You don't want to die so quickly!"

Edmund laughed wantonly at this moment: "I know you won't, Hyacinth, you can't do it, you are not a murderer—"

"Maybe I'm not a murderer." Hyacinth put down her wand slowly, and she also looked at him with a strange smile, "But you also have weaknesses."

Edmund looked at her fixedly: "Do you want to make a bet with me, Hyacinth? Let's see who will win?"

"I've lost," she replied, "and for the rest of my life."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. The vows of the three girls have been fulfilled.Agnes is dead; Vera is disfigured; Betty's beloved son, Crabbe Jr., will die in the Great War more than a decade later.

2. As Petunia and Vernon discussed before, it is impossible for them to hide the fact of Harry's existence from their neighbors all the time, so the best way is to tell everyone that they adopted their nephew.As for Harry "going bad" afterwards, that's a matter of genetics. [See the words of Aunt Maggie in "Azkaban"]

3. ["I have contacted James with a double-sided mirror..."]: Chapter 1978, Volume 2.

4. Hyacinth no longer needs the Galleons, and Lupine is the first person she thinks of

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