HP Midnight Light

- October 1994, 10 - Parkinson Manor

"If you don't mind, please don't have sex in the master's lounge, thank you."

The two entangled figures by the window sill separated suddenly, and after a while, a young man with a flushed face and messy clothes quickly slipped out of her side.Hyacinth recognized it as the nephew of one of tonight's guests, and she entered the lounge and lit the lights with a flick of her wand.Betty Crabbe was leaning on the window sill panting gently, her face still flushed.

"Are you so impatient?" Hyacinth gave her a sidelong glance. "Can't wait to go into the garden?"

Betty laughed "heh": "Stop pretending to be a saint, Hyacinth, you are just a whore."

"Oh, is it?" she said lightly, "I didn't know I was lucky enough to get such a high evaluation." She glanced at Betty's disheveled clothes meaningfully.

Betty was furious. After glaring at Hyacinth, she simply bent down without any scruples and began to arrange her clothes. When she lifted up the hem of her skirt and re-fastened her garter stockings, Hyacinth couldn't bear to look away:

"Crabbe didn't go out to find a mistress, so who are you showing yourself like a wolf like a tiger?"

"What do you know!" Betty took out a handkerchief and skillfully wiped off the thin sweat on her cheeks and neck, "If it wasn't for Rozier, a liar..."

Hyacinth reminded: "You were the one who married him willingly back then."

"Yes, so I deserve it. I deserve this—" Betty exploded without warning. She threw the handkerchief to the ground and turned around to tear off the clothes. Ruth let out a short cry.

Betty's body was crisscrossed with welts or scars, and there was hardly a piece of intact skin, and some of the wounds had not even healed.

"Did you see that clearly?" she asked bleakly, pulling her clothes up to cover the scar, "Crabbe is a pervert."

Hyacinth was indeed stunned: "If you need potions—"

"That will only make him hit harder, and he won't see me well." Betty sniffed and coughed, and when she turned around again, the gaffe was no longer on her face, "You're right, I'm the one Total bitch."

"I didn't know Crabbe was like that."

"Crabbe wasn't like this when he was a normal man." Betty took in all of Hyacinth's surprised expressions, and she smiled, "One night after the Dark Lord's downfall, the Aurors raided our house Conduct a search, and then—" She spread her hands indifferently, "Since then he has become abnormal, distorted, suspicious, and angry for no reason..."

"Why didn't you divorce him?" Hyacinth took a step forward, "You can't live without him, right?"

"Then why are you still at Parkinson's Manor? Isn't your true love Blake?" Betty asked back, lowering her head to straighten her gloves. "I can't leave Vincent, and Crabbe won't let me take custody."

The Betty in front of her was indeed very pitiful, but thinking of the three domineering girls in the past, Hyacinth suddenly didn't sympathize with her very much.

"I heard that you've been moving a lot lately." In an instant, Betty came alive again inexplicably, "Are you in a hurry to find your old lover?"

"There are a lot of gossip about me outside."

"Maybe I'm not qualified to say that, but you're lucky enough." Betty straightened her hair facing the window, "at least no matter what time of your life, someone is protecting you, and you've never been alone. True darkness."

"Protect me?" Hyacinth laughed, "You call this protection?" She gestured to the lounge, "Do you know what I exchanged for the 'protection' you mentioned?"

"What you lost is just a young love." Betty glanced at her inexplicably, "Are you and Black sure to make it to the end? I don't think so."

She focused on fixing her makeup on the window glass, and Hyacinth smiled instead of anger: "I never thought that one day your requirements for life would be so low."

"Life didn't give me the capital to continue to be proud."

"Life doesn't give us a chance to grow old together." Hyacinth decided not to waste any more time, "It seems that we never get to talk together."

"Wait a minute." Betty stopped her, "Do you have any news about Vera?"

Hyacinth froze for a moment, then shook her head: "How could I have it if you didn't have it?"

"That's right..." Betty said to herself, "Again, anyway, you have the right to hate us and look down on us now." She said mockingly, walking around Hyacinth and walking out of the lounge, "See you later, Mrs. Parkinson."

- December 12th - Hogwarts Castle

Pansy walked into the foyer, where her partner was already waiting.

"You are undoubtedly the most radiant girl tonight, Miss Parkinson." The French boy looked at her intently, and then he suddenly took her hand and kissed her, "It's really amazing to invite such a beautiful dance partner." My pleasure."

When those affectionate eyes looked at her, Pan Xi froze for a moment, her cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably: "No, you are too polite. Also, just call me by my name. ' she stammered.

"Okay." Louis Meyer smiled, and asked her to take his arm in a gentlemanly manner, "We'd better get into the auditorium before these jealous eyes poke me into a sieve, don't you think?"

"Of course, of course," Pansy replied dazedly.

She finally understood why Lockhart was able to show off his power at Hogwarts in his second year.

The auditorium was beautifully furnished, Louis was full of admiration for the icicled ceiling, and he was very cleverly discussing with Pansy what magic it had been conjured up with, complimenting her in every way he could without a trace.Pansy could barely put on an expression other than a smirk.

Until she found Blaise and his Durmstrang companion sitting at the same table as her.

"You look like a good match," Pansy flattered casually.

"I don't think so," Blaise flatly denied. "We just barely got together to go to the dance."

Pansy finally woke up from Louis' ecstasy soup: "Huh?"

"I didn't intend to invite her." Blaise said without hesitation, "But I found out that the person I planned to invite invited someone else in advance, so..." He shrugged, "Although she was also rejected by that person but I don't want to be that 'replacement', you understand?"

Pansy sensed the thorn in his words: "Who offended you, Blaise?"

"No one." Blaise replied in a harsh voice, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, "I'm just a little disappointed. I mean, I thought she would be the first to consider going to the prom with me, after all we Already—" He stopped talking suddenly, "Forget it, it's nothing, the dance is about to begin."

At this time, everyone stood up and walked to the dance floor. Blaise's female partner turned her head and spoke a few words to him in non-standard English. Pan Xi was a little annoyed to find that he had changed into that breezy expression .

"Your friend doesn't seem to be in a good mood." Louis said, looking at Blaise's back.

"Don't worry about it," Pansy shrugged, "he didn't know what medicine he took by mistake today."

"I guess he was upset about some girl."

Pan Xi couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, Louis, you just overheard our conversation."

"Oh no, I've seen that look a lot." Louis shook his head, "All first-timers look like this when their relationship is frustrated, although many times they are just wishful thinking or adding too much inner drama to themselves--I Guess, this gentleman may not be able to invite a suitable dance partner, right?"

"You just happened to guess right, Louis!"

"His eyes were not focused when he was talking to his female partner, and his bow tie was a little wrinkled, which proves that he is not very concerned about tonight's dance, plus his expression and tone of voice—" Louis proudly Turning around, "Miss Parkinson, this is a natural skill of the French."

"I guess, you must be very proficient in instigating and reciting spells."

"So you're an Occlumency expert, Pansy?" Louis picked up tactfully. "Now I'm not sure if you'd like to come to Hogsmeade with me after Christmas."

Pansy couldn't help being amused.

"Can you stop laughing now, the warriors are getting ready to dance."

"What's the matter with you today?" Pansy frowned and stared at Blaise.

"I'm reminding you not to get dizzy and forget who you are." Blaise said seriously, "You smile like Granger when you meet Lockhart."

"If you don't like your female partner, then change to another soon." Pansy got angry, "Anyway, there are so many girls in Hogwarts, most of them are willing to dance with you, right? Lisa Du Ping is watching you right now!"

-February 1995, 3-

"Sirius," said Harry, handing over the drumstick and bread, watching his godfather devour the rare meal, "I saw on the Marauder's Map—saw Mr. Pu's office."

Ron and Hermione gathered around worriedly.

"But that's impossible," Ron said emphatically. "My brother is Crouch's assistant, and he says Crouch is going crazy."

"Don't forget what Snape said," interrupted Hermione. "Snape warned Harry in class not to try to approach his office again."

"He's just trying to find fault!" exclaimed Ron angrily.

"You two, stop arguing." Sirius interrupted their argument. He took out a crumpled newspaper from his robe pocket, "Look at this first."

"Where did you get the paper, Sirius?" Hermione asked.

"Sometimes I'll go for a walk around town, find something to eat, have some fun... Hey don't worry, no one knows who I really am except the three of you." Sirius pleaded, "I pretend I'm A sweet, innocent stray dog, and to be honest, some people seem to like me."

"Look what it says, Crouch is dying." Harry finished reading and handed the paper to Ron. "Do you know Crouch, Sirius?"

The boy was surprised to see his godfather's face suddenly darken, and for a moment Sirius really looked like a murderer.

"Yes," he said slowly, "he's the one who sent me to Azkaban without trial."

"What!" cried the three children in unison, and the newspaper slipped from Ron's hand to the floor.

"Just kidding!" Harry yelled furiously, "I thought he was a fair man! I mean—" He looked eagerly at his two friends, "People say Crouch is a workaholic -"

"Yes, he is indeed a workaholic." Sirius said sarcastically, "He is passionate about power and openly opposes black magic. When Harold Minkan died unexpectedly more than a decade ago, people thought he would be the new magician." Minister...Of course, you won't understand, you are still children..."

"That's what everyone says," Ron begged. "Why don't you try and tell us?"

"Okay." A smile flashed across Sirius' thin face, "I'll try to tell you."

Hermione leaned forward slightly uncontrollably, showing that impatient look while listening to the class, Sirius walked up and down in the cave, and Harry was uncomfortable to find that his pacing seemed to have a range limit, this thought The knowledge made his stomach churn—the size, Harry guessed, of Sirius' old cell in Azkaban.

"...A big incident happened at this time. Crouch's son was caught, and he was with the three members of the Lestrange family."

"Is he a Death Eater?"

"I don't know. I was already in Azkaban at that time." Sirius replied coldly, "Anyway, this incident ruined Crouch's career, and he became even crazier because of it. In the last days of Chang'an, Crouch often threw prisoners into Azkaban without any interrogation..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione fell silent.

"And what about his son?" Hermione asked softly after a while.

"Dead." Sirius replied dryly, "Not many people can live normally in Azkaban, most of them are either crazy or dead." He sighed faintly.Harry crawled over and opened the buckle of the schoolbag and took out the pumpkin juice inside and handed it to Sirius, while clearing his throat to change the topic:

"But what do you think about Snape, Sirius? I still don't understand why Crouch is going to his office."

"Do you know what was stolen from Snape?" Sirius asked.

"The ingredients to make Polyjuice Potion," Ron replied angrily, "that's why he suspects us—because of what we did in second grade." Hermione coughed uncomfortably.

"Oh..." Sirius looked at the stone wall in a daze, "Crouch is a powerful wizard, I guess he may even know some transfiguration spells... Is the Marauder's Map still with you, Harry?"

"No." His godson hung his head shyly, "It was taken away by Moody. When Snape caught me on a night tour that day, Moody helped me out in time, and then he took the map away."

"Okay." Sirius frowned, "I can't figure out what Crouch wants the Polyjuice Potion for the time being, but judging from the current situation, Harry, you still have to beware of the one who put your name into the Goblet of Fire." people."

"Could it be Karkaroff, Sirius?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure." Sirius admitted, "Karkaroff is not very innocent, but there is no direct evidence to prove that he is a Death Eater. At least he was not suspected a dozen years ago."

"Yeah, just like Snape." Ron pointed out the key point sharply, and a faint smile flashed across Sirius' face:

"Don't worry about Snape, he can't do anything under Dumbledore's watch. On the contrary, Harry, you'd better concentrate on preparing for the third game."

"Hermione will help me, right?" Harry grinned, and he suddenly remembered another thing, "By the way, Moody told me that Crouch has been frantically searching for dark wizards recently traces - he hasn't given up on the Quidditch World Cup crowd yet."

"This is entirely Crouch's style." Sirius disagreed, "But if he thinks he can regain his prestige by catching one or two dark wizards, then he is very wrong."

"You should write and ask Percy for an update on Crouch."

"Er - ok, I'll try," said Ron uncertainly.

"Have you heard from Professor Lupine lately, Sirius?" Harry asked again.

"The last time I was in touch with Remus he was wandering around a forest in Wales." Sirius smiled bitterly. "You know he can't run around freely."

"Can't Dumbledore let Snape continue to give him the Wolf Potion?" Ron asked aloud.

"It's not Dumbledore's problem." Sirius suddenly laughed maliciously, "It was Remus, who gave Snape a hard time before he left Hogwarts."

The three children all showed shocked expressions.

"What?" Ron asked excitedly, "Why can't Professor Lupine throw Snape into the black lake to feed the giant squid?"

"Giant squid don't eat people, Ron."

"Look, even Harry knows it! So the training we did for the second project was worth it," said Hermione proudly. "But what did Professor Lupine say to Snape?"

Sirius was very satisfied with their reaction: "No, I can't just sell Remus without his permission. Well, the time is almost up. I'll give you a ride and see if I can get some more newspapers. "

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Note:

1. [Betty's accusation against Hayes]: From Betty's point of view, Hayes married Edmund for the sake of a rich life and a prominent surname.

2. ["...feed the giant squid." "Giant squid don't eat people"]: This is a conversation that once happened between Margaret and Hyacinth.

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