HP Midnight Light

"You don't understand, Hyacinth. My surname is destined to stand with my brother and Regulus." Olivia's words made all the lines that Hyacinth had rehearsed stuck in her throat Li, "What's more, my thinking has changed, and you are aware of it."

"That's not what you really think." Hyacinth shook her head.

"No, that's exactly what I really think." Olivia smiled, "You can't understand. As the heir of an ancient pure-blood family, I will never be able to really put myself on the same level as Muggles."

"I thought you didn't want to see innocent people die."

"If that makes us live better lives, that's fine. War is always about sacrifice."

"It's not a better life, Ollie!" Hyacinth retorted fiercely, "You know very well that the so-called 'stealing magic power' is nonsense!"

Olivia gave her a disappointed look: "Then how do you explain the witch persecution campaign dominated by Muggles in the Middle Ages? They were willing to sacrifice so many innocent girls or women to the God of Death because they were afraid of supernatural power. You Always think Muggles are weak and always say we're killing innocent people, but that's not the case. Hyacinth, you've only seen one tree and ignored the whole forest. Yes, it seems to you wizards now They are pressing Muggles every step of the way. But looking through the history of magic, Muggles have also raised their butcher knives against us."

Hyacinth knew that her words sounded weak: "But it's the people in the past who are at fault, not the people in the present—"

"Have you forgotten the meaning of the "Secrecy Act"? In the orphanage where you grew up, were there any children who were bullied? How many half-blood or hemp wizards were unknowingly bullied because of their magical riots in their childhood?" Bullying by melons? Muggles don't even mind bullying their own kind, and you, as a wizard, are destined to be unacceptable to them." Olivia refused to continue talking about this topic, "Your point of view doesn't even hold water, why? Want to convince me?"

On Christmas Eve in 1976, Hyacinth quietly walked into the empty lounge. She walked slowly to the fireplace, and the green fire was reflected in her eyes.

This time there was no Signus, and no devout followers.Hyacinth looked at the gorgeous lounge, which looked like an exquisite and strange birdcage.What a stupid way to classify kids going into different academies and being labeled differently at the same time?She stared down at the flames.

"If you are really as shrewd and great as the legend says, then tell me the answer." Hyacinth smiled self-deprecatingly, "Why do you allow them to go astray, but insist on letting me stay here?"

The clock struck twelve at midnight, the luxurious chandeliers were suddenly extinguished, and only the burning flames shone brightly in the darkness.Hyacinth raised her head and looked around in astonishment, and then, she saw an unforgettable spectacle in her life——

The face of Salazar Slytherin suddenly appeared in the fire, the python still at his side.The difference is that this is a slightly younger face.

He heard the call of the younger generation.The middle-aged Salazar looked pitifully, and he said with his lips:

Maybe I made the wrong decision, maybe I didn't.The years have made me lose my vigor, and my eyes are no longer so sharp... While you complain that I led you to the wrong place, you ask me to give you an answer... I am not as wise as Rowena, but I still There is an answer... So, young man, what is your question?

At that moment, Hyacinth's mind went blank, and she suspected that she had fallen into a dream that was too real.Hyacinth walked slowly to the fire and knelt on the ground and looked at Salazar: "Why am I in Slytherin?" She questioned the founder of the academy deeply, "I don't have a Being of Leitling's blood, thinking differently than everyone else, I'm not even happy here."

Slytherins don't just believe in blood inheritance.You covet and long for things that are far from you, and although you hide them well, Slytherins can still spy on your ambitions.You may belong to Hufflepuff because you are hardworking and loyal; you may choose Ravenclaw because you can read ancient runes; you may be loyal to Gryffindor because you are born fearless.But you end up in Slytherin because your ambition - or greed - got the better of you.Of course you're unhappy because you never see yourself as a Slytherin.It is impossible for me to protect a weak person who abandons his identity.

Salazar can read people's hearts, and he conveys his will through the sorting hat.

Hyacinth froze in place: "What ambition do I have? I don't want to pursue power or gold, silver and jewelry. I just want my friends to come back to me, so that I don't have to be in a dilemma—"

Her words came to an abrupt end.

"Is this ambition?" Hyacinth saw the pity in Salazar's eyes, "My friend has left me, and we are destined to be strangers. I dreamed of something that can no longer be realized, and this is you Said ambition?"

This is the second question, which I cannot answer.Salazar closed his eyes slightly, his face changed suddenly, Hyacinth watched in amazement as the time passed quickly in the fire, he was aging, and within seconds, the old conspirator reappeared, His eyes were sharp and unwilling.You look to those around you for advice, yet in your heart the choice has already been made.On the one hand you crave answers, and on the other hand you push back on your own answers.The aging Salazar looked back at Hyacinth coldly, with his trademark sarcasm.A person who can deceive others even himself, where else can he go except Slytherin?

Salazar's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he let out a silent laugh-yes, little girl, I have seen all kinds of young people, and you are not inferior to them.Beneath your fragile and false appearance, there is also cold-bloodedness and cruelty.

The fire suddenly rose, and the green light filled the entire room in an instant.Hyacinth hurriedly closed her eyes.After a moment of extreme brightness, the light gradually returned to normal.She slowly opened her eyes, the chandelier was lit up again, the green fire was still dancing, and there was nothing in the fireplace, no boa constrictor and no Salazar.

Hyacinth knelt by the fireplace, dizziness swept her body and mind, and the scene just now seemed to be just a dream.Salazar didn't speak, but he did give her an answer.Even if she couldn't even confirm if it was a hallucination in her mind.

- January 1977 - Hogwarts

Hyacinth wasn't surprised when Vera, Betty, and Agnes stopped her.She even felt that they were late.

"Have you gotten very close to the predators recently?" Agnes asked suspiciously.

"It's none of your business."

Vera smiled: "Don't have such an attitude, Feng Shui takes turns, and no one is protecting you now."

What she said was true.Hyacinth looked at the three of them vigilantly, who knew what schemes they had.

"Okay, we've noticed that you've been playing well with Sirius Black recently. Has he responded to your pursuit?" Vera looked at her with crossed arms.Just an overwhelmed nympho.she thought amused herself.

"I'm not chasing him."

"We've all seen your drawings," Agnes reminded.

"I can draw you one, too," said Hyacins. "Abstract."

"Shut up, don't bring your Muggle language into Slytherin." Betty frowned, threatening, "You are so confident, you must want everyone to appreciate your painting skills!"

Vera looked at Hyacinth's face, and stopped Betty's words: "Okay, let's just talk about it. Let's make a deal. We can return the painting to you, but the condition is that you Go to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon and tell us if there are ghosts in there."

"Screaming Shack?" Hyacinth gave them a suspicious look, "I don't even know how to get in." She wasn't too afraid of ghosts and legends, and places like orphanages never lack such conversation materials. But Hyacinth always felt that there was a fraud in it.

"We don't know," Agnes said reasonably. "Anyway, you go to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon and tell us if there are any ghosts in there. We'll put the painting on Back to you."

She said it was beautiful.Hyacinth wanted to protest, but Betty cut the conversation first.

"Don't be pushy. If you don't want to, then we have to stick the picture on the wall of the living room." Betty threatened clearly, "You know what the consequences will be?"

Hyacinth felt that the old witch's prophecy was quite reasonable.Whenever she felt miserable already, she could always make it worse.

"According to what you guys mean, I have to give it a try." She had no choice, "But how do I know if you will make a copy of the painting?"

Vera seemed to have been greatly insulted: "We won't break our promises to this point."

"So, if I go to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon day, you're going to give me the drawing back and leave no drafts and never tell anyone else?" Hyacins reconfirmed.

"Yes." Betty said.

"Okay, I agree. But you also have to swear not to break the contract." Hyacinth emphasized, "It's a real swear."

"You are such a trouble," Agnes smacked her mouth impatiently, and was the first to say, "If I break the contract, I will die without a place to die."

"I promise to keep my word, and if that's not the case—well, I don't want to curse myself—then let the retribution fall on the person I love the most," said Betty nonchalantly.

"If you don't move, you will die... As for me, if I break my oath, then let Merlin take away my beauty." Vera was the last one to say, and she smiled, "We are looking forward to your performance , Hyacinth. Be sure to bring us a wonderful story."

Hyacinth felt that she would not be able to complete the tasks assigned by Vera and the others. Instead of worrying about her brain, she might as well enjoy life and wait for that day to come.Anyway, at most he would just be ridiculed, and nothing would happen.

However, on the night of the full moon, Brookshaw suddenly woke up from his sleep. The kitten raised its ears vigilantly, as if listening to something.

"Brookshaw?" Hyacinth reached out to pet it, but the cat suddenly jumped out of bed and ran out of the dormitory without warning.Hyacinth put on her coat and hurriedly chased it out, only to see its small figure disappearing by the door of the lounge.

While calling the cat's name, she ran out after him.But Brookshaw, who was usually docile and obedient, was like two cats at this time. He not only ignored the owner's call, but also ran straight up the stairs, out of the hall, and towards the Whooping Willow.

Strangely, it wasn't until Hyacinth left the castle and came to the meadow that she realized that she hadn't met any patrolling people along the way, not only did she not meet the professor or Filch, even the patrolling prefects were gone. .

Hyacinth reached into her pocket uneasily, and soon realized that she didn't bring a wand: "Hey, little rascal, I know we usually come here often, but we can come back tomorrow—" She was a little nervous, but Brookshaw turned her head Meowed twice, then jumped down the hill and ran to the Whomping Willow.

It is more like leading the way, but how can a cat lead the way?It probably doesn't even know how dangerous the Whomping Willow is.Hyacinth shouted hastily, "Come back—you can't go there! You'll be shot—" Resignedly, she jumped down the hill and chased after the kitten, but Brookshaw was quick and he got closer Whomping Willow.In the dim moonlight, Hyacinth saw Brookshaw dexterously avoiding the swishing branches, and stretched out a front paw to accurately press a knot on the trunk—the Whomping Willow suddenly froze, and it The willow stick was fixed in place motionless, and Hyacinth stopped to watch this scene in amazement. How did Brookshaw know?Her mind was in a daze, but the cat had already slipped down a passage that appeared at an unknown time.

Hyacinth caught up with her with light steps, and she found that the passage was pitch black, with no idea how long it was and where it led.She could only faintly hear the patter of Brookshaw's footsteps, but could not see where it was.The passage seemed deep, narrow and low, and only one person could pass through it.Hyacinth hesitated for a moment, remembering the agreement with the three girls, and mustered up the courage to sneak into the passage in the dark. Everything she saw was pitch black. She moved forward as silently as possible and tried to discern where Brookshaw was.

There seemed to be a ray of light ahead, and Hyacinth quickened her pace.At the end of the passage there was a trap door that was ajar, and she was walking towards it, but suddenly she heard a series of strange clicking sounds, accompanied by wheezing and wheezing sounds - all kinds of legends about screaming shacks and ghosts Words flooded into Hyacinth's mind. In such a special scene, she couldn't help but stand on end. So what the Whomping Willow hides is the entrance to the Shrieking Shack?Hyacinth froze, her heart beating involuntarily.However, like a ghost, she stretched out her hand and slowly pushed open the half-hidden door:

In the moonlight, a person (or animal) is curled up on the floor, his whole body is shaking violently, and he is making a horrible sound-something between howling and groaning.

"Who are you?" Hyacinth forgot to be on guard, she stepped forward rashly, and asked softly.At the same moment the trapdoor slammed shut behind her.

The thing on the ground stopped shaking suddenly, Hyacinth subconsciously held her breath.The room was exceptionally quiet.Immediately afterwards, he (or it) turned his head slowly, at first only a silhouette could be seen, but as the thing was fully exposed to the moonlight—

Hyacinth took a closer look, and after a few seconds of staring at the thing, she let out a silent scream, her hand stuck to her throat, desperately trying to keep herself from screaming.Under the gradually brightening moonlight, Hyacinth saw something she had only seen in Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks:

werewolf.

Hyacinth stumbled back against the wall and slid slowly to the floor.Everything taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts was forgotten at this moment.The werewolf stared at Hyacinth, its eyes glowing green.Hyacinth trembled all over. What ghosts, what ghosts, are all fake!The truth is werewolves!There's a werewolf hiding in the Screaming Shack!There's a werewolf in Hogwarts!

Instinctively she reached into her pocket, only to realize with horror that her wand was not with her.Brookshaw didn't know where he went.Hyacinth curled up instinctively, tears streaming down her robe, and she couldn't help sobbing.The werewolf took a step closer. It looked at the delicious meal delivered to the door, bared its teeth, and let out a low grunt from its throat.There was a long choked sound in Hyacinth's throat, and she never dreamed that she would die like this.

The werewolf suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl at the moon, which was like the horn of death.Even with a magic wand, Hyacinth might not be able to escape from here. She hugged her knees tightly, trying to find some defensive weapons.However, apart from the torn furniture, only the hungry werewolf remained in this room.

"Don't come over, please..." Hyacinth begged in a low voice in despair, but it didn't help, the werewolf was irrational.It bent down to make pre-hunting movements, and Hyacinth closed her eyes——

"Wang-"

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, and then someone (or something else) knocked open the trap door, followed by three consecutive sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, the werewolf let out a terrifying howl, mixed with dog barking, and was bitten off his throat as expected The severe pain did not come, and Hyacinth opened her eyes in fear. She saw a big black dog and the werewolf rolling on the ground and biting each other. A deer—excuse me, a deer? ——Hyase thought that she was hallucinating, but it was indeed a deer, which jumped and joined the battle from time to time. The deer and the dog worked together to suppress the manic werewolf, and at this moment:

"Hyatings, Hyacinth! Come with me."

"Peter?" Hyacinth saw Peter appearing in panic by the trapdoor. He glanced at the animals fighting together in panic, and urged, "Follow me." Hyacinth couldn't wait to escape. After leaving the haunted house, she immediately struggled to get up with the help of Peter, who dragged her back to the ground as quickly as possible.The roaring and biting sounds are extremely terrifying even from a distance.The Whomping Willow was still frozen in place, Hyacinth was still in shock, she slumped on the ground, and Brookshaw appeared out of nowhere, meowing around her.

"Are you all right, Hyacins?" Peter asked nervously.

"What is that? Why are there werewolves in Hogwarts? What about the dog and the deer? Why are you here?" Hyacinth asked a series of rhetorical questions without thinking, and Peter stammered:

"There's a little misunderstanding here...it's like this—" His face slowly flushed red, "I..."

The sound of fighting underground suddenly stopped.Hyacinth looked at Peter's panic-stricken look, she guessed the answer, and the shadow of fear flitted across her heart: "Remus is a werewolf?"

Peter's eyes widened: "No, no, no—"

"Yes, he's a werewolf." James came out of the tree hole, his face was painted, his hair was messed up to the extreme, and he looked in a state of distress. Facing Peter's panicked eyes, James took a deep breath "We can't hide it, Peter. Hyacinth, you guessed it yourself, it's true..." He shrugged, rolled up his sleeves and cast a healing spell on his arm. Hyacinth was terrified Looking at the deep and long bloody mouth.

"But, but, Moonface is still under there, why don't you hurry back?" Peter asked stumbling.

"Padfoot is with him, he can control him."

"Are you Animagus?" Hyacinth responded with a rare quickness, she couldn't help raising her voice, her fear turned into anger, "Werewolves, illegal Animagus—Do you know what you are doing, Potter?" ? This is not just a prank! Werewolves may kill you!"

Peter protested sharply. "Remus is our friend."

"But he's a werewolf! A werewolf!" Hyacinth searched her brains but couldn't find the right words. She took a step back and looked back at the brightly lit castle, "Dumbledore..."

"He already knew, otherwise why do you think the Whomping Willow is here? That's for Moonface." James explained wearily. "I know it's hard to accept, but—"

"He almost killed me just now!" Panting, Hyacinth said in a whisper-like voice, "If you're even a minute late, I'll have to trouble you to bring my mutilated body back to the castle!"

"Hyase -"

"Forgive me for not understanding," Hyacinth said slowly, as she seemed to be gradually losing her ability to speak, "Werewolves... Animagus..." She raised her head and gave them a complicated look, then suddenly and quickly Turn around and run desperately towards the castle.

"Hyatings!" James called.Peter jumped up to catch up, but in an instant she disappeared into the night, Brookshaw meowing anxiously and spinning in circles, but this time her owner abandoned her.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Hunting witches in the Middle Ages was once an activity that the whole people participated in.

2. Salazar Slytherin: I choose to think that Salazar's mentality has undergone a change. He must have had a period of self-doubt after leaving Hogwarts, but he still chooses to stick to his point of view in the end.

3. The screaming hut incident mentioned in the original book happened before the OWLs exam, so Risnape already knew that Lupine was a werewolf in this article.

4. Werewolves are classified as a type of magical animal, and they really aren't "human" by some definition.

5. The vows of the three Slytherin girls are related to their ending.

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