HP Midnight Light

"I was accepted by University College London," An Xi told her the good news with a smile on her face, "with a full scholarship!"

"I said earlier that you can do it." Hyacinth walked into the room carrying the suitcase, "Why do you want to start packing now?"

"I started tidying up slowly when I had nothing to do. I didn't think there would be too many things, but I found a lot after collecting them." An looked at the slightly messy room. She almost grew up here. There is more or less a sense of home in the orphanage.Although she was looking forward to college life, Ann still felt very uncomfortable when she really had to leave here.

Hyacinth looked at the stuffed cardboard boxes and felt uncomfortable.But she still tried her best to say in a happy tone: "Congratulations, so I can go to your apartment to play with you when I come back from summer vacation. By the way, do you have any plans for summer vacation?"

Ann stopped what she was doing: "I found a part-time job as a tutor for a student. So - most of my summer vacation should be spent on this, right? After all, I still need some living expenses. Now I finally understand how hard it is to earn money to support my family." She laughed at herself.Hyacinth found that Ann had become a little haggard. Perhaps, as she said, part of the reason was due to the upcoming pressure of life, but obviously, the breakup with William also caused her a lot of blows.It's first love after all.Hyacinth also couldn't help sighing.

"By the way," An suddenly looked up at her, "Where's your cat?"

Hyacinth froze for a moment: "Well... I don't want to take it on a long trip, so I asked a classmate to take care of it for me." She no longer expected to get that nasty little villain Brookshaw back.

"Okay. I forgot to tell you just now that Mrs. Barmer asked you to visit her when you have time." Ann suddenly remembered something, "I've been too busy recently, and I often miss things."

"Just so I have something to say to Mrs. Barmer."

"Miss Smith will leave the orphanage in August, so I wanted to hold a send-off party for her before then - which is also the tradition of the orphanage, and wish these children who leave have a better future." Bammer Madam seemed to have some feelings, "I know you are Miss Smith's best friend, so in the next period of time I will try to reduce your workload so that you can spend more time together."

"Thank you." A trace of reluctance welled up in her heart, and Hyacinth quickly changed the topic, "Mrs. Barmer, I plan to find a job during the summer vacation, but I haven't turned 16 yet, so— —”

Mrs. Barmer's sharp eyes swept over from behind the lens, and she considered for a moment: "Miss White, I remember your parents left enough trust funds for you?"

Hyacinth believed her Gringotts savings were no more than twenty Galleons: "I don't think my parents thought about rising prices..."

"You can apply for government funding, Miss White, and the orphanage can help you complete these procedures." Mrs. Bamer gave her a sympathetic look, and said in a businesslike manner.

"But government funding won't allow me to go to a private school like that," said Hyacins. "I know it's against the rules, but, Mrs. Barmer, I wouldn't beg you to make an exception if it wasn't really embarrassing." gone."

"I remember you have relatives, Miss White. Is there any possibility that they can help?" Mrs. Barmer sighed. "It's not that I'm being harsh, it's just that there is some turmoil outside."

"They wouldn't have sent me to an orphanage if they'd helped."

A hint of anger appeared on Mrs. Barmer's face: "Yes, Miss White, I understand. Relatives like yours are really hard to find in the world!" She will never forget the strangely dressed but rich-looking How the woman smugly orders her a "butter beer."

"So will you allow it?" Hyacinth asked quickly, "It won't be long, I will be 16 years old by the end of July. By then I can work legally."

"Perhaps the orphanage can provide you with some support—"

"Thank you, Mrs. Barmer. But I think it would be better for me to work," Hyacinth said with reason. "After all, this is a rare opportunity to deal with people outside the school."

Mrs. Barmer stared at Hyacinth for a long time, and she knew that the director of the orphanage would never let go at certain times.But unexpectedly, Mrs. Barmer actually gave her an amnesty: "Okay, Miss White, I allow you to go out to work, but the premise is that I don't let me find that you are doing something that has nothing to do with work." She He crossed his hands and sighed, "The new manager will come soon, she is a very strict person, no matter what the situation is in the future, I am afraid it will not be easy to win her extrajudicial favor."

"The new manager?" Hyacinth grasped the key words, "Mrs. Ballmer, are you leaving?"

"I was offered a good position in a rehabilitation center in Edinburgh. People are always coming and going, I thought you'd be used to it." Mrs. Barmer saw off her guests. "Actually, we didn't get along either. A long time, hasn't it, Miss White? Strictly speaking, we only see each other every summer vacation."

"But you are not a stranger to me." Hyacinth shook her head and said sincerely, "It will take me a while to get used to your leaving."

It wasn't until she started working as a newspaper boy that Hyacinth realized how serious the situation in the Muggle world was now.This kind of grimness is completely different from the upright confrontation between black and white factions in the wizarding world. Muggles don't know that dark wizards are behind those bizarre murders. What they see is one mysterious murder after another.

"'They died at the dinner table, the home showed no signs of break-in or vandalism, the killer left no clues or took property - as in all previous cases.' A police officer, who asked not to be named With that said. This is the sixth mystery case in a month, and the fearsome serial criminal (or group) has been operating in London for over a year and authorities are still clueless... Yesterday afternoon, Scotland Chief Superintendent Mr. Brown made a public speech, saying that the special case team will be reorganized and that the case in the London area will be merged with similar cases in many other places. Mr. Brown emphasized that they are considering expanding the scope of the merger, such as the case a few months ago The St. Patrick's Day celebration arson case may also be incorporated. In addition, he warned citizens to pay attention to safety and contact the police in time if there is any abnormal situation..."

Hyacins sighed as she finished reading the headlines in the Daily Telegraph.No matter how vigilant and defensive the Muggles are, they cannot defeat the Avada Kedavra.She couldn't help but want to know, when Cornelia or Regulus saw the massacre of those black wizards, would they feel any fear or regret?Of course the answer is obvious: no.Their worldview is different from others, and the slaughter of Muggles is in their view a cleansing of the blood—

"Think about it, your 'friends' haven't done it yet, but it's almost there."

Hyacinth stared at Edmund in panic: "Why are you here!"

"You don't mind spending a few minutes talking with me?" Edmund's smile remained unchanged, "Please follow me." He walked towards a small park ahead, where there were some public slides, swings, etc. The equipment for children to play, but because of those bizarre cases, the parents have not allowed the children to go out to play, so the park looks desolate and miserable.

Hyacinth held the handlebar of the bicycle, thinking alertly about the reason and purpose of Edmund's presence here.The experience of dealing with Edmund several times in the past told Hyacinth that he was fickle, unpredictable and dangerous, and he was definitely someone to stay away from.After walking a few meters, Edmund found Hyacinth standing there with a look of wariness on his face. He chuckled lightly, "I mean no harm, Hyacinth—"

"We're not familiar enough to call each other by name, are we?" Hyacinth looked at him hostilely.

"Okay, okay," Edmund raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "but I kindly want to tell you some news about your 'friends', so you don't have to be cold-hearted at me like this, right?"

He emphasized "friends", which made Hyacinth very upset: "They are not my friends. I don't know that group of Death Eaters well."

"If you really weren't interested in their news at all, you would have gotten on your bike and left, wouldn't you?" Edmund said firmly, "What's more, isn't your job as a newsboy just to get as many people as possible? Know something? As far as I know you won't be subscribing to the Daily Prophet while you're in the orphanage. I've got far more interesting news than the Muggle papers."

"How do you know?" Hyacinth sneered, "Don't tell me you're still following me?"

"I'm afraid so, my dear Miss White." Edmund smiled falsely. "Of course you can refuse to talk to me, and I don't mind a visit."

"You'd better make a long story short." Hyacinth followed him into the park at a distance.

"Miss Rozier is a criminal genius, and what she lacks in age she makes up for in intelligence. Guess what idea she had for the Death Eaters... oh no, two. "

"I don't want to speculate," Hyacinth said bluntly. "Either you speak up, or our conversation ends here."

"Okay, okay. Ms. Rozier suggested that the Death Eaters select candidates from among the younger Hogwarts students and raise them from an early age. She also suggested that they can raise a pet from a young age and kill it before graduation. Death to prove their coldness and ruthlessness, so that they can become real war machines. This plan has been practiced by her once this year. Although due to time constraints and other reasons, the effect is not yet visible, but her plan The actions have already begun to earn her a reputation among the Death Eaters." Edmund paused, "Her second plan has already begun to be implemented-she introduced the ancient Muggle torture tools among the Death Eaters for them to use." Used to torture Muggles and captives."

Hyacinth had heard about the first plan, but after hearing all of Cornelia's plans, she deeply thought she was crazy: "Oh, then she is really talented. I believe other Death Eaters You must be overjoyed by this, right?"

"You just happened to be right. The Death Eaters thought she was a rare genius." Edmund chuckled, "They all said she would be Bellatrix's successor."

"Yes, another lunatic." Hyacinth turned her head and stared at Edmund, "Is that why you came to talk to me?"

"No." Edmund looked at her with fiery eyes, "I just want to find an excuse to visit you."

Although it is summer now, there is a layer of cold sweat on Hyacinth's back: "I believe you are joking, Mr. Parkinson."

"I don't." Edmund said softly, taking a step closer. "You know, if you like, I'd like to pile the stars and the moon under your feet."

"You're crazy." Hyacinth felt horrified. She wanted to take a step back, but Edmund was already shaking his wand quickly: "Quickly imprison!"

A rope shot out from the tip of the wand, and Hyacinth screamed as the rope came up and bound her hands and ankles.

"Shh, don't cry, dear Hyacinth. No one will come to save you." Edmund made a silent movement, "Even if there were, they would not be able to defeat me."

Hyacinth struggled desperately, but the magically conjured rope would only get tighter and tighter: "You are such a madman!"

"Honey, you won't try to provoke me anymore, will you?" Edmund squatted down and looked at her with his head tilted. Hyacinth immediately fell silent. She still hasn't forgotten how she almost lost it in this man's hands last time. Little life.Edmund's eyes were full of morbid obsession. He stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch her face, but stopped suddenly, "I didn't want to do this?"

"What are you talking about?" Hyacinth tried to distance herself from Edmund.

"Oh . "In some abandoned Muggle park in London."

"What are you talking about?" Hyacinth couldn't understand more and more.

"Of course, if it wasn't for that ignorant Blake, I wouldn't be in such a hurry." Edmund stretched out his hand and hugged Hyacinth to the bench, "I'm afraid you didn't notice, that day at the Leaky Cauldron Master Black is not looking at me kindly." He shook his wand and slightly adjusted the rope that restrained her.

"What does this have to do with Sirius—"

"Sirius? You still call him that?" Edmund quickly sank his face, "But let me tell you, his methods are not very clever—meeting on the bridge, buying a new wand, talking in a fast food restaurant, seeing you off late at night Back to the orphanage, daytime ride..."

"You follow me!"

"I answered you just now." Edmund looked at her with his chin propped up. "Last year my house elf watched you for me, but this year it was me. I didn't want to do it so soon, but Some things can't wait... I have to do it before Black does."

Hyacinth held her breath, she faintly smelled a dangerous breath: "What do you mean?"

"I will marry you." Edmund whispered, "You can have whatever you want...I can bring you anything..." He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Hyacinth onto the bench without warning. Then she pulled off her coat unexpectedly, "Look, dear Hyacinth, I didn't want to do this at first. But I can't let what I fancy be taken away by others..." he whispered.

"Go away!" Hyacinth immediately realized what he was trying to do, she screamed, but the rope restricted her room to resist, and Edmund nimbly pressed her leg: "I don't mind you screaming , dear, that seems to me to be an extra fun." He wanted to push her clothes up as he spoke.

"Wait, wait!" Hyacinth stopped struggling, "You might as well untie the rope for me, so that we can all be more comfortable."

Edmund paused, looking down at her, Hyacins desperately trying to put on a sincere face. "You figured it out so quickly?"

"Look, you have a wand, and I don't have anything." Hyacinth paused, holding back her nausea, and continued, "And everyone should enjoy a little bit, shouldn't they?" She waited nervously for Edmund's answer .

"There is some truth in what you said." Edmund raised his wand, "But if you dare to resist, I will give you a Stunning Curse."

He waved his wand, and the rope disappeared instantly.Hyacinth remained in her original position, motionless.

"Then we can continue now." Edmund still held his wand and bent down again.Hyacinth saw the right moment, and suddenly bent her knees to Edmund's unprepared attack. When he let down his vigilance due to pain, Hyacinth snatched his wand from him. At the same time, she took it out of her pants pocket Before leaving the door, she took the pocket knife that Anfei was going to bring to her, and slashed towards Edmund's throat without hesitation. The blow did not cause fatal damage, but Hyacinth was no longer interested in fighting, and she quickly pushed it away. Edmund, jumping off the bench, kicked his wand far away, and ran quickly out of the park:

"Help! Help!" she screamed hoarsely, when a car suddenly stopped in front of her:

"What happened, miss?" Inside was a strange young couple, the wife of which quickly understood after seeing Hyacinth's appearance, "Oh my God, please get in the car quickly, are you not hurt?"

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. In the UK, 16 years old is generally the age at which you can start "official part-time work".

2. It is controversial whether Hogwarts has tuition fees, but it will certainly not charge tuition fees for orphans (participating in Voldemort, he was poorer than Hyacinth at the time), so what Hyacinth lacks in money is living expenses.This will be discussed in the next chapter.

3. Scotland Yard: London Metropolitan Police Department

4. Edmund is a psychopath, but he also has true love for Hyacinth, although this true love is distorted...

5. Young couples are just passers-by.

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