HP Midnight Light

- January 1992, 3 - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

When Pansy took a book from the shelf, he happened to see the two people sitting by the window through the leaking gap.

Since when did the library become a date spot?

She frowned at them.I don't know what Blaise said, but the silly girl on the other side let out a series of high-pitched silly laughter - Pansy is 100% sure that she didn't hear him at all, because her eyes were glued to Blaise's face for a moment I can't move it either.

It's hard to imagine Blaise dating a girl like that.She didn't want to throw cold water on purpose.But, that girl looked like any nympho in the world.

"Hey!"

"Ah!" Someone suddenly slapped her on the back from behind, and Pansy yelled, and it was no surprise that Violet was responsible.

"What are you doing hiding here?" Violet quickly noticed Blaise not far away, she curled her lips, "I know Blaise has been in contact with a few girls, but to be honest, this is not the same as I think Dates are different."

"Why is it different?"

"Should be more romantic than laughing all the way over there, wouldn't it," she complained. "I could hear the 'giggle' from five bookshelves away."

"If you ignore the laughter," Pansy said, trying to be fair, "I think she's pretty good-looking."

"It's just 'good-looking' too, and I bet she has no idea why she's laughing, it's really silly."

Pansy was glad they were on the same page: "Then again, you can't expect romantic things from two first-years..."

Violet blinked at her twice quickly.

"I heard someone making a lot of noise." Mrs. Pince's voice came from behind Pansy. "Is that you?" She stared at her suspiciously.

"It's not me, it's her." Pan Xi immediately pointed at the girl.As if to prove her words, the poor ignorant girl let out another series of silly laughs.

"Very good!" Mrs. Pince flew into a rage after glancing in that direction, "Now the library is completely reduced to a place for romance! I must tell Dumbledore!" She let them go Across the bookshelves to hold accountable the "little lovers" who were framed.

"Did we get into trouble?" Pansy asked. "That was Blaise's date anyway."

"It can't be." Violet was a little nervous, "He's not serious."

"What's 'not serious'?"

"Draco said he didn't have a girl he liked." Violet betrayed both of them at the same time. "I guess his 'date' was just another way to pass the time."

"That's an interesting way." Pansy was a little surprised and a little contemptuous.She didn't know that Blaise enjoyed the so-called process of "using his charm to hook innocent girls and break their hearts" so much. Are those admiring glances important to him?

"You don't seem to like Blaise that much?" Violet asked suddenly.

"Have it?"

"At least it seems so," added Violet. "You don't think highly of him."

"No," Pansy denied. "Aside from a little playboy potential, he's a nice guy on the whole."

"That's good." Violet changed the topic in another direction, "Now that Blaise has taken such a big step ahead, let's take a few minutes to imagine the future: what kind of person will you be with in the future? What about a date?"

"Handsome." Pansy replied without thinking, "if it's just a date."

"Second question, what kind of person would you fall in love with?" Violet emphasized emphatically, "I mean, fall in love."

"I don't know," Pansy admitted. "'Love' itself is a hard thing to define."

"Don't talk so philosophically, then you definitely don't know who you will marry."

"I guess I'm either not going to get married," Pansy said, "or I'm going to marry someone like me."

Violet raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean 'similar to you'?"

"Uh...you get the idea." Pansy shrugged. "Probably someone of pure blood Slytherin or something close to my parentage."

"I didn't expect you to prefer such an old-fashioned mate selection standard." Violet commented, "Maybe you will change your mind when you are thirteen or fourteen years old."

"Many people's marriages are like this." Pan Xi pointed out the key point, "Everyone gets what he needs, and no one loses."

Violet folded her arms and looked at her seriously: "What makes you so negative, Pansy? It's not like you."

"I think," said Pansy, that it was time to bring the more esoteric conversation to an end, "that we'd better slip away before Blaise comes."

-June 8th - Parkinson Manor

She pushed open one door after another, but there was no one inside.

Finally, Hyacinth set her sights on the third floor.The music was heard from afar, and the banquet was coming to an end in less than an hour. What made this stupid girl dare to break into the third floor without permission?

When she saw through the open door the little figure standing in front of the triangular table and reading with his head bowed in the dim light outside the window, Hyacinth didn't know whether she should feel more angry or ironic.

The closed door, forbidden to anyone, is now ajar, exposing her whole secret world to the eyes of a young, ignorant girl.

"You should attend the banquet downstairs." She quietly walked behind Pansy and took the book out of her hand.

But Pansy didn't move, she stood stubbornly, with a kind of persistence in her eyes, as if that could coerce her mother to take the initiative to explain this.

Hyacinth closed the book silently, the gold letters on the cover shone slightly.She rubbed the spine of the book lightly, and suddenly felt a feeling of a world away.Before I knew it, ten years had passed.

"But you should be downstairs too!" Panxi finally couldn't hold back and asked first, "You are the mistress of Parkinson Manor!"

Hyacinth glanced at her casually: "Yes, mistress."

Pansy might have misunderstood it, because a blush slowly came to her face: "This is a Muggle novel!"

She motioned for her to continue.

"But you're a pure-blood!"

Hyacinth remained calm.

Pansy seemed irritated by her nonchalant attitude: "I'm going to tell my dad!"

"Okay." She simply smiled openly.

"Daddy won't allow Muggle things in the house," Pansy threatened lingeringly.

"If you go to him now," suggested Hyacins, "you'll get the answer later."

Pansy couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and wanted to leave gracefully, but Hyacinth suddenly stopped her:

"Take your own cup away."

There was a juice glass on the windowsill with half a glass of apple juice left in it.

Ten seconds later, Pansy grabbed the cup and rushed out the door angrily, stomping the ground loudly along the way. This brief confrontation between mother and daughter ended in her complete defeat.

She is still a child.All she knew was that her mum hid a Muggle book in a hidden lounge, but she didn't know and didn't want to know the story behind it.

Hyacinth lit the candle on the table, and the warm orange candle light illuminated the carefully arranged room, and also illuminated the huge mural that occupied the entire wall.

She stared at it for a while, then without warning, blew out the candle.

At this time, the breeze picked up, and the white gauze curtain fluttered, revealing the night outside the window.It was a moonless and cloudy night, with dim stars and a bleak night scene.

When the bell rang for the first time, she looked away.

The bell struck the second time, and Hyacinth slowly closed the door.

She knew that when the last bell struck, the magic would wear off.No one knows that she once wrote down the years and sorrows, no one loves the coldness of her pillow when she dreams back at midnight, no one is willing to listen to her past patiently, and no one will call her name again in a warm voice—— It was Mrs. Parkinson they saw, not Hyacins.

She also knew that she had already lost that bright star.

- January 1993, 2 - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Lucius Malfoy gave Edmund some mild words of comfort before leaving.

As the two most cleanly exonerated families after the war, Lucius and Edmund reached a tacit alliance.The former gave a helping hand to save the Parkinson family, which was once in economic crisis, while the latter reciprocated by throwing more Galleons into the Ministry of Magic as Lucius' extra backing.

Regardless of what others think, at least on the surface, this alliance is beneficial to both parties.

"There is no progress after so long?" She heard Edmund talking to the children, "If Dumbledore can't solve these attacks, then someone else should make the decision!"

Pencey's three friends seemed to agree with him.

"Dumbledore has done his best." Hyacinth interjected, "On the contrary, the Ministry of Magic should assist the school to find the culprit as soon as possible, instead of being busy all day with posturing, courting contacts, and meeting the Muggle Prime Minister."

The three children looked at her with wide eyes in disbelief, and Edmund seemed a little embarrassed: "Hyase -"

"I understand that Fudge has not been in office for long." Hyacinth reminded Edmund with her eyes that she has not forgotten his deal with Fudge, "But judging from the current situation, even if one day the prisoners of Azkaban escape collectively I wouldn't be surprised. And don't forget that Dumbledore is the only one You-Know-Who fears."

It was hard to say which of Edmund's and Malfoy's expressions was more exciting.

"It's almost time." Hyacinth stopped in time, "Let's go."

"Pansy is still here!" Edmund's voice was clearly sullen. "As her parents, at least you and I should spend more time with her!"

"I don't see any point in being with a petrified person." Hyacinth's patience was almost exhausted when Edmund questioned Fudge earlier, she stretched out her hand to wrap her cloak tightly, "Do you love to stay?" Just stay."

She fled in a huff, but someone chased after her within a few steps.

"You're not with your baby girl anymore?"

"Are you crazy!" Edmund grabbed her arm and asked in a low voice, "You said that in front of those children?"

"May I ask which sentence I said is wrong?" Hyacinth asked politely.

"First of all, you shouldn't support Dumbledore."

"I don't support the Ministry of Magic even if Hell freezes over," said Hyacinth decisively. "They've always loved making bad decisions—you know what I mean!"

Edmund let go of her like an electric shock.

"They still believe in such stupid rumors until now." Hyacinth sneered, "The heir of Slytherin... If she hadn't died too early, I wonder if Rozier is playing tricks— —”

"Not Rozier."

"That's right, if she was the heir of Slytherin, she wouldn't die so easily." Hyacinth noticed Edmund's expression, "Why?"

"I think," he said slowly, as if the dispute just now didn't exist, "it's time to tell you now."

"tell me what?"

"If there must be an heir to Rozier in Hogwarts," he looked at the unmelted snow in the courtyard, "it would be Pansy."

She was stunned.

"My mother's original name was Federica. She is the youngest daughter of the Rozier family, the younger sister of Evan and Druella." Edmund said softly, "She has maintained a relationship with her own brother since she was a girl." An ambiguous feeling, but before they had time to confess their feelings, old Rozier, who knew nothing about their affair, decided to marry Federica to my father. Soon they had a son , that is me. But not long after I was born, Evan claimed that their father was dying and asked Federica to come home for a short stay, but she never came back. Meanwhile some rumors spread My father didn't believe it at first, but over time he had to be suspicious. After a few months, he finally caught the evidence of their incest, but it was too late, and it didn't take long for Cornelia to In order to cover this scandal Evan had to make up a new story to cover up Cornelia's identity, and as a result he had to watch my father take Federica back to Parkinson's Manor. Later, "Edmund raised a somewhat penetrating smile, "She's dead."

"She's dead," repeated Hyacins.

"She tried to murder my father with a cursed ring, but he had sensed it and killed her with the Killing Curse before she could do it." Edmund stepped under the archway and held out his hand to let the sun shine into him. palm.

"Why did she want to kill your father?"

"In order to occupy his property." Edmund replied coldly, "They planned to give birth to Cornelia quietly, but unfortunately the plan was disrupted, and she had to do it hastily."

"She's not on the family tree—"

"Of course she's not here!" Edmund raised his voice slightly, "Do you think my father will let her stay on my family tree? Do you think Evan still dares to leave her name? She was buried hastily In a wizarding cemetery, her beloved brother has no guts to bring her bones back - no matter how powerful a Death Eater he is, he can't afford the charge of 'incest'!"

"Does Cornelia know this?"

"I don't know if she knows it, but this 'romance' has always been a model for my father's education." Edmund replied unemotionally.

There was a trace of coldness in Hyacinth's heart: "Is this the reason why you became a more morally depraved person than Evan?"

"You think I'm more morally depraved than Evan?" Edmund gradually restrained his smile, "I just want to get what I want by any means, but he is a complete pervert."

For the first time in a long time Hyacinth was unable to refute what he said, in fact, she could not utter a word.

"Cornelia is right in at least one cognition." Edmund said sarcastically, "She is a pure blood to the extreme."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Pansy didn't like Blaise from the beginning of their relationship, and neither did the latter.

2. [The bell is ringing...]: This is a connection with the previous article. In 1976, Hyacinth asked Ann (Aurora) if it was possible for the story of "Cinderella" to come true.At that time, she considered Sirius in the position of a prince-that is, something she wanted-and Ann gave a negative answer, implying that Sirius is not the role of "prince" in this story.

3. The relationship between Malfoy and Parkinson should only be about interests, so I won’t go into details

4. Regarding the relationship between Cornelia and Edmund, there are some unobvious hints in the previous article——

[1] Cornelia and Edmund had nothing to do with each other until Signus formed the Dark Arts Group, which was unusual for Cornelia.

【2】Even during their collaboration, they were always on guard against each other.

[3] In 1980, at Parkinson's Manor, Cornelia was very angry when Hyacinth satirized Cornelia for not having a mother.

There are also two hints in "Night of Dawn":

[4] When Daphne impersonated Evan and Cornelia's daughter, no one in the Death Eaters (including Snape) questioned their incest.

【5】In Parkinson Manor, when Violet and Edmond fought, she tried to distract him with Rozier's heir, but Edmund replied that there is no third Rozier in the world.

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