HP Midnight Light

- End of June 1997 - Parkinson Manor

Many years later, at the same place, Edmund confronted another woman——

Wand in hand and a case in the other, Pansy Parkinson watched her father warily in the face, ready to fight for her freedom.

"Put it down, Pansy," Edmund ordered. "Have you had enough of this?"

"This time I'm serious." Pansy said decisively, "I'm going to do the greatest thing in the world, if you're willing to keep hiding here or seek the protection of the Dark Lord, then it's up to you Already!"

"Don't be stupid." Edmund softened his voice after weighing for a moment, "You don't have to follow Snape and Malfoy to charge—"

Pansy flicked her hair impatiently: "You don't understand what a 'friend' is."

"You can't trust a friend, Pansy."

"That's bullshit," Pansy said emphatically. "You chose your way and I chose mine. There's nothing more to say between us."

Edmund sighed and shook his head: "It seems that your group of friends taught you badly..."

"Disarm!" Pansy yelled preparedly, and Edmund's wand came out of her hand and was firmly caught by Pansy. She threw his wand onto the sofa, her eyes full of ridicule and disdain Gu, "I learned a lot at Hogwarts, Father."

She walked around Edmund and strode towards the door, and Edmund didn't wake up until the door was pulled open: "You know what it means to break with your family?" he threatened hopefully.

"I don't mind in the slightest if you cross me off the family tree and inheritance list." Pansy turned her head and blew a kiss to her father. "Goodbye, Mr. Parkinson!" She carried the suitcase and laughed and ran down the front door The long flaxen hair is shining golden in the sun.Edmund froze in place as if struck by lightning, at that moment Pansy was very similar to another person, just as happy, free, frivolous and reckless——

Is this another kind of causal reciprocation?

Only a few weeks later Pansy returned with her friends to steal the secret diary.

"What are you afraid of, Father!" Pansy waved her wand. No one would tell her that she actually looked like the young Edmund when she was fighting. "Dizzy!"

"Get out of the way, Pansy."

"no way."

The father and daughter confronted each other briefly.He watched the girl look at him with the same eyes as his, and spoke to him with a tone that was extremely similar to his. The tense look she gave him when she warned him was the same as the cautious look he had when he responded.Edmund suddenly felt how ridiculous the cycle of fate was. He seemed to see a young self holding a magic wand at him, while he stood here, feeling split, repeated, and lonely.

At this time, Pansy's friend bent down to snatch a few pages of the diary that fell on the ground while they were restraining each other. Edmund spent his life hiding the secrets recorded in the diary. He must not let Pansy know, so he Without hesitation, she raised her wand: "Avada Kedavra!" A green light flashed, and the girl was forced to jump away and quickly roll over, grabbed a few pages and stuffed them into her pockets. Edmund saw a scrappy face as the blond hair was thrown back.

At this moment, Edmund suddenly realized who returned the memory of Hyacinth to her and completely disintegrated the relationship between them.

"Speaking of which, I haven't had a chance to thank Margaret properly." He realized his stupidity again when he uttered the name, and he should have expected that this woman had no appearance when Signus repeatedly got into trouble for no reason. as simple as above.Just as Pansy and Edmund are extremely similar, Violet is almost a replica of Margaret. The blood connection creates a high degree of overlap between the child and the father. Edmund gritted his teeth, "Nothing There is no better expression of my gratitude than your dead body!"

"Run!" screamed Pansy, pushing Violet away from her father's wand. "Take your journal and run!"

At that second, a crazy thought flashed through Edmund's mind: What if he killed Violet?It didn't matter if Pansy hated him a little more, as long as he could hide the dirtiest of secrets.

"Shenfeng Wuying!" Violet did not leave but chose to stay and continue to fight, "Go find a broomstick!" She yelled at Pansy.

They are different from them.

thought Edmund suddenly, his wand trembling slightly.

On the night Pansy and Violet escaped, Edmund was alone in the empty Parkinson Manor and got drunk.

"Do you think I've done something wrong, Tata?" Edmund asked half-drunk.

The loyal house-elf wiped the sweat from his brow with a warm towel, and said nothing.

"What have I lost? What have I gained?" Edmund said to himself, looking at the amber liquid in the glass, which reflected the warm light, "Did I do something wrong?"

"He's dead." Tata said softly, "Black is dead, Master."

Looking at it with bloodshot brown eyes, he repeated its words in a raving voice: "He's dead..."

"Yes." Tata took the wine glass from the master's hand, "You are the winner, master."

The alcohol burned his blood, and Edmund closed his eyes: "Really?"

He woke up the next day in a room that didn't belong to him with a splitting headache.

This was Hyacinth's bedroom. After she left Parkinson's Manor, Edmund ordered Tata to stop cleaning here, so the room was already covered in thin ash.Supporting himself, Edmund turned over and looked up at the ceiling. The dusty crystal chandelier hung down, and the candle tears on it had already dried up.

In the giddiness brought on by the hangover, Edmund continued to meditate the night before, and he realized in a trance that what he could give to Hyacinth, Blake could do the same-whether it was an exquisite robe, a comfortable Shelter was all sorts of amusing baubles—and even more than that, Blake could give her, like laughter and happiness.

He felt that he was no worse than Blake. If he insisted, then he would lose because she didn't love him, but it was not Edmund's fault. He believed that Hyacinth might not change her mind in time. The only problem was It was Blake's imprisonment and early death that made him a deep regret in Hyacinth's heart, which he could not let go of or forget.

However, if given the chance to do it all over again, he would still make the same choice.Because he will never hand over anything to others.

- August 8st - 1 Spider's End Lane

While Pansy was sitting at the dining table in a daze, Blaise came over and handed her a cup of hot chocolate.

"Hot chocolate makes you feel better," he explained, meeting her questioning gaze, as Blaise noticed a note in Pansy's hand. "What's that?"

After a moment of hesitation, Pansy let go of it and let it fall on the table. She flattened it and handed it to Blaise: "The note that Olivia Burstead forced on Vio."

The note read: The child is dead.

"Rozier's child? I believe that everyone except the Dark Lord knows that she is lying." He sharply pointed to the core of the problem, "He deluded himself to think that if he could get back his old subordinates, The power that was lost will come back to him. The Dark Lord is too afraid of failure, so he tries his best to convince himself that he will win this time. The so-called 'Rozier descendants' are just his spiritual support. She is really a descendant of Rozier, and I don't think she has anything special about her."

"Do you think we're going to win?" Pansy asked, lowering her voice uneasily, "under the circumstances?"

"Of course. I believe victory cannot belong to a person with a dark heart, let alone we have defeated him once." At this time, there was a sizzle sound from the kitchen, and Blaise jumped up, "Breakfast is ready! He rushed into the kitchen in a few steps, and came out with two plates after a while of clanging, "A great omelet, with roasted tomatoes, mushrooms and ham, I added a little grated cheese."

"You never said you were a master chef before, I wouldn't have known you could cook if we didn't live here now." Pansy stared at the omelet on the plate, which had a picture painted in ketchup. The smiling face, judging from its fineness, is by no means the work of a novice in the kitchen.

"My dad is a first-class cook," Blaise replied. "He's a botanist, and he's also proficient in spices. When I was growing up, I looked through his old diaries and found out that he used to like to cook for my mother. "

This is the first time Blaise mentions his father, and Pansy falls silent with a fork in bewilderment.

"Anyway, he's been dead for so many years." Blaise shrugged indifferently, "You see, I still have a skill besides hooking up girls."

"I never thought you'd only pick up girls," Pansy explained hastily, blushing under Blaise's gaze. "Well...I mean, you've never been short of girls, have you?"

"Yes, but I'm still waiting for the right person." Blaise pulled out the chair and sat down, then changed the topic lightly, "What are you doing with that note?"

"I'm trying to tie everything together."

"for example?"

"For example, what is the grievance between the Greengrass sisters, why Regulus Black died... These are all things from the previous generation, and there are too many broken clues."

"Didn't your mother tell you anything?"

"Bracey, she's really crazy, I can't even understand what she's saying now," Pansy said helplessly, "When I went to see her in St. Mungo's, the first thing she said to me was asking if I could Can't get her a mail order order, she wants beauty potions."

Blaise choked on his tea.

"It's ridiculous." Pansy cut open the omelet on the plate. "She used to hypnotize herself with beauty potions, thinking that if she could keep her face, she would keep time. But if I were her—if I Separated from the person I like-I either try to find him, or I calm down and move forward bravely. In any case, I will not miss my old lover and be cold-hearted at my current family at the same time. I am not responsible to myself or to others.”

"So," Blaise asked, "do you agree with my mother's approach?"

Pansy looked up in astonishment, there was no trace of a joke in Blaise's blue eyes.

"That's different," she said weakly.

"My mother hurt me no less. When I was a child, people would openly speculate whether I was someone's illegitimate child in front of my face. There were also some disgusting men who would call me over and give me candy to let me go. Call them 'Daddy'." Blaise deadpanned, "She was married seven times—one of whom was even my own uncle—and never thought about what I thought."

He quickly lowered his eyes to put the egg roll into his mouth, his eyelashes covered Blaise's eyes, and Pansy suddenly felt more embarrassed than ever.For the first time, she wished so much that Professor Snape would show kindness and come out of the cellar to see if the children who were staying with him were all right.

"I'm sorry." Pansy apologized guiltily.

Blaise quickly cheered up, and the gloom just now was swept away: "Anyway, she has moved to Bulgaria, and I don't think we will have any special contact in the future."

"Does she love her seven husbands?" Another question blurted out before she could stop it.

"I don't know. But I don't think it's love. For a woman like her, love is probably the biggest joke in the world."

"Perhaps she had a vigorous relationship with your father when she was young."

"Maybe your mother always believed that she would marry the person she likes." Blaise said unceremoniously, "You see, we never know what they were like and how they thought when they were young, so we Better worry about yourself. After all, there's a bald, noseless ugly monster watching us!"

Pansy laughed uncontrollably.

"I know you and Violet are very curious about the past of our parents' generation." Blaise said seriously, "but I don't think it's important. Sometimes we don't need to pursue a truth that doesn't matter anymore, because we can't change it History. The only thing we can do is influence what's going to happen next second."

"Since when have you become a world-class thinker?" Pansy sneered, and then she put away her faint smile, "Well, the other reason I'm reading this note is that I think it's The handwriting is more like my mother's."

Blaise raised his eyebrows: "But didn't Olivia Burst go crazy before the Dark Lord fell?"

"That's the crux of the matter. I don't think a crazy person can read normal text, but I can't even figure out why my mother would pass this news to Olivia."

"Do you think there is more hidden behind this?"

"Obviously." Pansy added after thinking for a while, "Don't tell Draco or Vio about this, I think they're already getting annoyed by the Dark Lord."

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Note:

1. [Many years later...]: refers to the dispute between Hyacinth and Edmund after she discovered the secret of the mirror.

2. The battle between Pansy, Violet and Edmund has been modified a bit, in order to better meet the needs of this article.

3. [They are not the same as them]: Edmund remembered the false brotherhood with Signus

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