HP Midnight Light

- October 1993, 10 - Hogsmeade

"...we can go get a drink first, then go to Honeydukes."

"Wait a minute, what's that?" Pansy saw a dark mass in the corner next to Honeydukes.

Anthony Goldstein looked at it uncertainly: "A stray dog?" He tentatively took two steps forward, and the dog did not flee or attack, but continued to curl up there, as if dead .

"Let's go." Pansy looked at the sloppy stray dog ​​from a distance with some distaste.

"It must be cold." Anthony hesitated. "Shall we give him something to eat?"

"Maybe we should go warm ourselves up first?" Pansy urged impatiently. "I'm freezing."

She'd rather drink a mug of butterbeer than stand here caring about a stray dog, and she'd put up with Anthony's impassioned "academic lecture" for two hours before that, and Pansy couldn't help but regret why To arrange this date.

Fortunately, although Anthony still seemed obsessed with the black dog, he still respected her opinion: "Where do you want to go for a drink?"

"Lady Puddife's Tea House is ready."

Anthony instantly forgot about the black dog: "Let's go, it's really cold here."

Pansy believed he had misunderstood her, that the only reason she had chosen Mrs. Puddiffe's was because of the delicious desserts there, not because she wanted to go further with him - like holding hands, kissing or something.

However, it turns out that going to Madame Puddiffe's Tea House was indeed a wrong decision.

Lisa Dupin and Blaise took the seats next to them, and Pansy suddenly hated the small space in the teahouse, and she quickly looked down at her teacup and pretended not to see them.

"That's kind of you," chirped Lisa Dupin. "Leave the scarf for that stray dog..."

Out of the corner of her eye, Pansy noticed that Blaise's scarf was indeed missing.

"That's its Halloween present."

Lisa let out a series of smirks.Pansy turned her head irritably and looked at the bustling crowd outside the window:

"Do you have any plans for Christmas?" she asked Anthony.

"Probably go to my aunt's house."

"Is not you going home?"

"My parents are going on a trip for two for their seventeenth wedding anniversary," Anthony said, "so I figured I'd better not bother."

"Oh yeah, they're so sweet," Pansy complimented dryly, all the while remembering in a worse mood that she was going home for Christmas.

"Will you be previewing next term over Christmas?"

Pansy thought she had misheard: "What?"

"I mean," said Anthony suddenly, "don't you think the Christmas break is a great time to study for yourself?"

She was dumbfounded.

"And what are you going to do next?" Anthony pressed. "Ministry of Magic? St. Mungo's? Gringotts?"

"I don't know." Pansy clutched her teacup in bewilderment. Blaise and Lisa next door were chatting happily, and the girl couldn't stop laughing.

"I want to work for the Ministry of Magic, but they require NEWTs to have six certificates, at least half of which must be 'O'..."

Pansy looked at Anthony and gradually lost his mind.

The aroma in Mrs. Puddife's teahouse is similar to that in the divination classroom—they are equally hypnotic.

"I think," Pansy interrupted Anthony impolitely when she yawned for the seventh time, "you don't mind if I go first, I want to send something to the post office."

Anthony's tirade came to an abrupt end: "Uh...of course, no problem..."

"It's a pleasure to hang out with you," Pansy said politely, "See you later!"

They parted at the door of the teahouse, and Pansy was pretty sure this was their first and last date.

And the price she paid for this awkward date was going to Honeydukes alone, Zonko's joke store alone, and the Three Broomsticks alone.

In the end, Pansy chose to admit that she didn't have the courage to walk through the crowds in pairs by herself. After coming out of the Three Broomsticks, she thought it would be better for her to sleep in the dormitory.

The black dog was still crouched in place, covered like a blanket with a prominent Slytherin scarf.For some reason, when she approached, the black dog suddenly raised its head and stared at her steadily.Only then did Pansy realize that although it was very thin and dirty, it had impressive gray eyes.

It's not a good way to say it, but she thinks its eyes are somewhat similar to Draco's.

"Okay." Pansy sighed resignedly, took out the hot pumpkin pie bought at Three Broomsticks and put it in front of the black dog, "Happy Halloween."

"I thought you wouldn't want to be near these wild animals."

"Don't forget that I took Care of Fantastic Beasts." Blaise appeared not far behind her out of nowhere, "Where's your Lisa Dupin?"

"Lisa Dupin of 'Ravenclaw' is picking out candy at the Dukes of Bee," Blaise stressed. "How's your date with Goldstein going?"

"not bad."

"He seems to like you."

Pansy shrugged noncommittally.

"Besides, he's a man of great knowledge and overall a worthy consideration for continued development."

Pansy felt that he would rather lose than lose: "Thanks, we may hang out together next time. And I guess, you and Lisa will have a second date? After all, you seem to be a good match."

"Actually, no." Blaise replied calmly, "I think I have to buy some more candy, then, see you tonight." Before she could speak, Blaise walked quickly towards Honeydukes, his figure It disappeared in an instant.

Pansy was stuck in place, as if she had dug a hole for herself to jump into.

But this bad date wasn't the highlight of the day, as all Hogwarts students received an extra Halloween "surprise" at midnight.

The way Sirius Black infiltrated Hogwarts couldn't be easier.He didn't even bother to think about the dementors that surrounded Hogwarts, but just picked the secret passage closest to him and went in.

Fortunately, this passage has not been discovered or damaged in the past ten years. When Sirius came out, he found himself standing next to the statue of the one-eyed old lady. The castle was unusually quiet, with no patrolling professors or prefects wandering around.

He made it all the way to Gryffindor Tower.

"Let me in."

"Password?" The fat lady was drinking a glass of wine happily, and she asked lazily after hearing this.

"Let me in!" Sirius gasped, he knew that the vile traitor was there, and he couldn't waste a moment letting him escape like he did 12 years ago, "Hurry up!"

"If you don't give the password, I can't let you in." The fat lady turned her face to look at the ragged clothes of the visitor, her eyebrows raised higher and higher, "You are not a student here."

"I was!" whispered Sirius furiously. "You don't understand what that means... Open the door! Let me in!"

The fat lady's lips were drawn into a thin line. She looked at his face carefully, and her flushed face gradually turned pale: "You are... Blake!" She screamed out his last name, that He hated his last name all his life.

"Shut up!" Sirius raised the knife in his hand threateningly - he managed to steal one from Hogsmeade - and held it up to the Fat Lady's eyes, "Open this door! Let me go in and find someone- "

"Absolutely not!" The fat lady's piercing scream pierced the silent corridor, and she woke up several nearby portraits. "Go and notify Dumbledore! Go and notify the professors! Tell them that Black is coming, that Black—"

stab-

"I told you to open the door!" Sirius completely lost his patience, he raised the knife without hesitation, a deep and long crack was cut on the canvas, "I repeat: open this damn door for me! "

The people in the other portraits screamed and ran from frame to frame, and Sirius knew they were going to inform the professors that he didn't have much time left.

"Black has broken into Hogwarts! Black wants to enter Gryffindor Tower—ah!" The Fat Lady let out a scream, and her canvas was cut again and crumbled.

At this time, there were dense footsteps and students' conversations from far downstairs. Sirius remembered the pumpkin pie he got earlier, and he belatedly realized that today was most likely Halloween.Which meant the students weren't in the common room, which meant Peter Pedillo wasn't there either, which meant his adventure tonight was a futile one.

The fat lady had already fled in panic and crying along a row of picture frames on the wall. Sirius stood there with a knife in his hand and took a few seconds to calm down his anger: "Damn it!" Stabbed a knife, and then ran upstairs as fast as possible.

——In terms of familiarity with this castle, at this moment, apart from Remus Lupine, I am afraid that no one else dares to say that he knows it better than him.

-June 12th - Parkinson Manor

Pansy walked into the lounge, where her mother was reclining on a couch, asleep.

No one Pansy has ever seen sleeps more gracefully: one hand rests on her forehead, the other falls naturally, like a sketch of a dance.

She tiptoed forward, and on the carpet lay a book which had apparently slipped from Mrs. Parkinson's hands.When Pan Xi picked it up, she realized that it was still the "One Hundred Years of Solitude" she had seen in the summer.She turned the book to the title page, and this time she found something new, there were two lines written on it:

"Love is a plague."

The second line of words was obviously written by another person: "Then I have already died in your arms."

Pansy's fingers traced the unfamiliar handwriting.Who wrote this sentence and when?

She felt that someone was watching her, and when she looked up, she met a pair of gray eyes. She didn't know when her mother had woken up, or she was not asleep at all.

Pansy suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and she put the book on the side table under Hyacinth's gaze: "Have you heard about Hogwarts?"

"Don't mess with the dementors," said her mother dryly.

"It's not about the dementors." Pansy sat down on the footstool beside him, "Siris Black broke into the castle, do you know about it?"

She paid close attention to the changes in Hyacinth's expression, but she seemed extremely calm: "Has he been caught?"

"No."

"Of course..." She couldn't help smiling, "They can't catch him."

Pansy naturally sensed the undisguised pride in her tone: "Why?"

Hyacinth didn't answer, she half closed her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a trembling butterfly resting on a stamen.

"Also," Pansy racked her brains to find more topics, "that divination professor is really bad."

"I haven't taken a divination class."

"Sybill Trelawney, she says her great-great-grandmother was a famous prophet, but she's more of a fortune teller herself," Pansy complained, "and the prophetic lineage is still useful after so many generations. ?"

"You'd better believe in those prophecies, lest you regret them when they come true." Hyacinth thought of the prophecy that the old woman in Hogsmeade told her many years ago, and her heart throbbed. stood up, "If I—"

She stopped talking suddenly, and Pan Xi opened her eyes slightly: "What if?"

"It's nothing." Hyacinth said perfunctorily. She picked up "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and reopened it, hiding her face behind the book.Pansy realizes this is the perfect moment for her to question her:

"Who wrote that line on the title page?"

Hyacinth ignored her question.

"Is it your former lover?" Pansy asked tentatively, "Then why did you marry my dad?"

"Don't ask questions that don't concern you."

"Why don't you get a divorce? That way our whole family can have a better life."

"Don't make me say it a second time—"

"Is that man Blake?"

Hyacinth closed the book in her hand with a snap: "Get out!"

"What are you afraid of, Mom?" Pansy asked out of nowhere with courage, "If you can't let go of the past, you shouldn't start a new relationship, because you're not responsible to anyone: to me , to yourself, to my dad—"

"I'm not the one to be afraid of." Hyacinth rolled over and sat up on the sofa. She looked at her daughter at the same level. "If you want to know an answer, go find it."

"You know," Pansy said softly, "I'm terrified I'm going to be like you."

"Of course you won't." Hyacinth replied coldly, "You are much better than me, and you will never let yourself fall into a situation like mine."

"What were you like when you were young?" Pansy suddenly looked at her suspiciously. "You actually made Blake willing to die in your arms."

"You let me see the power of heredity, Pansy, you are so much like your father." Hyacinth stood up and lowered her eyes to look at her. At a certain moment, Pansy suddenly felt a little scared, but what did she say? He didn't do anything either, and after staring at her for a few seconds, Hyacinth turned and left without saying a word.

Pansy watched her mother leave the lounge.Except for that summer morning, she never lost her composure.She is the qualified hostess of a typical pure-blood family: delicate makeup, decent manners, always straight back with a proud posture.

But her nonchalant smile, the cigarette between her fingers, and the lounge with Muggle novels all prove that she was not the kind of person she used to be.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. The reason Blaise gave for not dating Lisa in "Night of Dawn" was that she was too loud.

2. ["Love is a plague"]: This sentence comes from another novel by Marquez, "Love in the Time of Cholera". This book and "One Hundred Years of Solitude" become two novels throughout the whole text.

3. ["Don't provoke the dementors"]: refers to the dementors guarding the gates of Hogwarts.

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