HP Midnight Light

- April 1980, 4 - The Greengrass House

Sean was two full hours late.

When she couldn't resist looking at the clock for the fourth time, Aurora was forced to ask another person sitting in the room, "Do you know where Sean went?"

"I don't know," Gavin said. "You should ask him."

His tone was not good, Aurora frowned: "How did I offend you?"

"I think you're a fool." Gavin shrugged and said bluntly, "Sean can easily hide it from you."

Aurora heard the displeasure in his words: "What did he hide from me?"

Gavin cast his gaze behind her: "He can answer that question."

Aurora turned her head, and Sean appeared by the door in a hurry. He must have heard their conversation, otherwise there would be no embarrassment on his face: "Gavin, you—"

"You should explain to her about that person named Vera and your plan."

"what?"

"How do you know?" Sean frowned, "You..."

"Don't think too much, I haven't talked about these things with Death Eaters or anyone." Gavin replied calmly, "Don't forget that I used to be the lowest-level job in the Muggle world, so I am good at observing words, digging hidden Literally." He looked at Sean, "I did read a letter to you... Then I checked the news in the papers and how often you went out—don't look at me like that, I know what I did was unfair, but what you did should be even more disgusting."

"What are you talking about?" Aurora's eyes wandered between the two brothers, "Sean?"

"I'll explain it myself, Gavin." Sean looked at Aurora pleadingly, "Shall we take a step to talk?"

Aurora's face was very bad, but she still nodded when she heard what Sean said, and followed him into the study.Instead, Gavin, who exposed the facts, was left alone. He stared at the closed study door with displeasure, and casually opened the newspaper clippings that had been closed not long ago. A striking headline caught his eyes. ——

Death Eaters return to London, the Ministry of Magic is in crisis! "

-Evening April 4th ​​- Parkinson Manor

At noon that day, Parkinson Manor welcomed a mysterious visitor. Edmund chatted with the visitor for several hours in the study room, and they hurriedly left together when it was close to dinner time.

It was the first time in a long time that Edmund had left Parkinson Manor in such a hurry and unsuspecting, and he had not stepped out of his house more than five times in the past few months.Hyacinth certainly noticed his unusual behavior, she neither knew nor cared why he left, no matter what he was going to do, she already had other plans.

"Tata." She watched the iron door slowly close in the mist, and called the house elf, "Bring me my clothes, the ones I wore the day I came here." She emphasized emphatically.

Some house-elf had sent the suit, and Hyacins remembered them: a Muggle shirtdress and a warm house cloak.She remembered that they drank a whole bottle of champagne, and then Lily suggested on a whim a "bachelor's night" at a nearby small bar, and just as Hyacins took up her cloak she heard a short scream—it was her About the last memory of that night.

Once upon a time, she also had a real joy, an irresistible passion of youth, but now these have become distant footnotes for her.A marriage contract and an unloved child told her that those past years have been reduced to nothingness, and all that is left in her hands is a crippled life full of holes.

Hyacinth adjusted the belt repeatedly. She tightened it tighter and tighter again and again, but it was already an ill-fitting dress anyway.Finally she wrapped her cloak in exasperation, and made a second request: "Bring me my wand."

Tata shuddered with terror, banging his head against the wall and punishing himself screaming, "Tata can't do it! Tata can't get the Mistress's wand—"

"Stop!" Hyacinth exclaimed distractedly, and this result was not surprising.She hadn't been in contact with house elves before, but in the past six months she had gradually guessed some elves' characteristics.They cannot do things against their master's request.In other words, if Edmund didn't want anyone or any creature to get Hyacinth's wand, then even if Tata slammed his head against the wall to death, it would not be able to fulfill Hyacinth's request.

Tata stopped sobbing, trembling uncontrollably.

"Then you can always do this, right?" Hyacinth put on her hood slowly, imagining Edmund's face after seeing all this, and couldn't help laughing softly, "Use your magic, take me Apparate out of here."

"Mistress—no, Tata can't!" Tata shook her head in horror, "Master doesn't allow you—"

"I am also your master." Hyacinth replied calmly, "Did Edmund order you not to take me out of Parkinson Manor?"

of course not.

Edmund believed that the protective spell of Parkinson Manor, cast by him himself, would keep Hyacinth here, and it did.But he forgot that the moment Hyacins signed the marriage agreement, another thing in the manor began to obey her orders—Tata the house-elf.

"If not," Hyacinth held out her hand to Tata with a triumphant smile, "then take me to—" she finally hesitated, "The Leaky Cauldron."

- in half an hour - bersud manor

"In any case, I will seriously consider your proposal." Signus promised, "The only problem is that my sister is not out of the haze yet."

"Of course, it's only been a short time after all. But you can't really take your school days seriously, can you?"

Edmund smoothed things over: "In any case, we don't need to be so anxious. Olivia will definitely not be happy to hear this proposal at first, so you must be patient and give her time."

"I know." Signus frowned immediately, "It's just—"

A harsh whistle interrupted him, and the guest hastily pulled out a mini-speaker: "Sorry, this is a means of communication that I am using, so that I can receive the latest news at any time..." He He put his ear to the speaker and listened, showing a bored expression.

"What's going on?" Edmund asked with concern.

"Death Eaters raided the Leaky Cauldron." The guest shrugged. "Although it's none of my business, I'm afraid I have to go now. My men don't know how serious the matter is, so maybe I have to go to the scene too." or something, so I better get back to the Ministry as soon as possible."

"I'll see you off." Edmund gave Signus a look and got up.He accompanied his guests all the way out of the house, and after making sure that neither Signus nor anyone could hear their conversation, Edmund cleared his throat. "So, Mr. Fudge, what do you think?"

"It's okay." Cornelius Fudge replied very carefully, "Well...he seems to be hesitant?"

Edmund observed the situation: "There are some insignificant conflicts between the Birst brothers and sisters."

"Well..." Fudge fiddled with his bow tie uncomfortably, "I hope this doesn't affect what happens later...you know, I don't want anything negative to get involved..."

"Of course! I understand," said Edmund. "Signus will try to convince Olivia."

"Is he really reliable?" Fudge asked hesitantly.

Edmund understood his psychology very well, and he smiled meaningfully: "You should focus on what you can get."

Fudge pursed his lips, visibly shaken.

"It's always worth taking a little risk for it."

"You put things too well, Edmund."

"Signus isn't so innocent, but you've seen him a lot, haven't you?" Edmund said bluntly, "since you'd like to hear my thoughts, I'll tell you the truth: Ganus is not in a good situation now, so he will definitely take over your olive branch, so he can get a room to retreat, and what you can get is--" He gestured and did not continue go down.

"So, what can you get?" Fudge stared closely at Edmund, "From the time you came to me on your own initiative, to directly proposing this plan, to now...how does this benefit you, Edmund? "

"I definitely have plans. But don't worry, what I want is neither high nor low, neither more nor less." Edmund replied, "First, I want to erase a person from the world."

It was an unusual answer, and Fudge looked at him with some horror.

"Blake."

"why?"

"There is no reason to hate a person, Mr. Fudge." Edmund said lightly, but Fudge noticed his expression, "Second, I don't want Black's friends to trouble me, so—"

Fudge understood what he meant: "The position of Director of Legal Enforcement would suit you, Edmund." He couldn't help but look again at the young but unfathomable man with whom Fudge knew it was dangerous to do business with, but Edmund portrayed The sight fascinated him deeply, "I will wait for Burst's answer, but my patience is not infinite."

"Of course."

Edmund watched him Apparate, and he returned to his room to resume their unfinished conversation with Signus.

"Fudge said you took the initiative to find him?"

Signus indeed asked.

"Yes," said Edmund. "I've been watching him for a long time. You need new powers, and I need them."

"He doesn't look trustworthy." Signus was concerned. "Hesitation and vagueness are not good signs."

"Fudge is fond of power, which makes him vulnerable to threats and intimidation." Edmund incited, "We can push him up, and naturally we can pull him down."

"I know..." muttered Signus, who had come to really trust Edmund after his last visit, "but Catherine is due in June..."

"You can't bet all your hopes on a child." Edmund said matter-of-factly, "Anyway, you need a way out, and it seems that going to Fudge is undoubtedly the best choice."

"I thought you'd consider old Crouch, Burns or Mafalda or something, at least they're more important than Fudge in the Ministry."

"Old Crouch will definitely get rid of his son, but it doesn't mean he can get rid of the Rozier father and daughter, nor does it mean that he will stand by our side. Burns is even less likely to fight us 'Collaborative', as for Mafalda... she is too weak, and it is very likely that someone else has already targeted her."

"We only have one chance, right?" Signus lowered his voice unnecessarily.

"Yes." Edmund nodded.

"But it means I'm going to be a thorn in Rozier's side again."

"Bellatrix will stop in front of you, and—never mind—you're dead in Rozier's eyes."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Signus's face, but he stopped quickly: "Edmund, I only have one doubt about your plan—ignore the question of Fudge's reliability—how can we ensure that we don't Get into trouble?"

"If Fudge attacks you, Bellatrix will provide you with shelter, and vice versa. Your status as a Death Eater is a natural barrier. Even if other Death Eaters find out about your deal with Fudge, it doesn't matter. It can be inferred that you are trying to break into the Ministry of Magic. However, being a Death Eater can also be used to control Fudge, and he dare not do anything under such a threat. So no matter which side goes wrong, you will not suffer any In the worst case, the previous efforts will be in vain—the greater the risk, the greater the profit.”

"how about you?"

"Me?" Edmund smiled. "I'm with you, Signus."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. The title is taken from a sentence: "Everything is just a cycle", which has a different meaning, which will be explained later.

2. Fudge is blackened here.

3. Edmund's plan is not specified for the time being.

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