HP Midnight Light

- 1980th May 7 - Hogsmeade's Hog's Head Pub

"I'll have a guest coming later, please let her come up straight after she says my name." Dumbledore looked at this not-so-good room, and he couldn't help noticing the bird that was standing there. Spiders crawling around the corners and dirty carpets on the floor.

Who made the Pig's Head Pub a place where "dirty things are hidden".

"Very good." The bartender replied gruffly, "So, do I need to bring you some drinks and snacks?" He sarcastically said in a code word that only the two of them could understand, "Underberger How about a lemon sherbet?"

"I think—" Dumbledore glanced at him lightly, "some ice water will do. People tend to get restless in summer."

"You see this quite clearly." The bartender snorted, and closed the door with a blunt bang.Dumbledore heard him standing on the stairs angrily berating several drunken and arguing wizards.

Aberforth is a child who will never grow up.So he thought, smiling to himself as he looked at the chained goats in the back yard.

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Aberforth led a woman who seemed to be talking a bit into it: "Your guest." He said succinctly.

"Professor Dumbledore!" The woman pulled the shawl rather reservedly, "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet me. But I think after you heard about my great-great-grandmother—"

Boom——Aberforth slammed the kettle on the tea table with a rude movement, and about one-fifth of the water was splashed out because of his movement.The woman was obviously taken aback, but Aberforth ignored her accusing eyes. "Here, ice water."

It's a miracle the pub didn't close down.Dumbledore looked at the huge piece of ice in the jug with a wry smile.

"Violent, repressed, innocent..." The woman seemed afraid to look at Aberforth, she closed her eyes and said in an ethereal, theatrical voice, "There is a stone in your heart that needs to be put down—"

"Yes, that's right." Aberforth glared at her. "I've been worrying about how to sell those old butterbeers in the cellar!"

"Okay, thank you." Dumbledore couldn't help smiling a little, and when his words fell to the ground, Aberforth slammed the door again and left. Dumbledore looked at the unlucky wooden door distressedly, and Sybil Trelawney's expression proved that she felt that she had been greatly wronged. Dumbledore raised his hand to signal her to sit on another sofa, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Trelawney."

Fifteen minutes later Dumbledore regretted the meeting he had caused out of courtesy.Trelawney was spitting from the glorious history of her great-great-grandmother to how she was born with a prophetic halo... Dumbledore stared at the chattering mouth in a daze, thinking idly She wondered if she had inherited those shawls and ornaments from her great-great-grandmother.

You must know that he has not walked God for almost half a century.However, when Trelawney conjured up a deck of cards and a crystal ball and offered to show him her powers of prophecy, Dumbledore couldn't help but imagine what the Hogwarts dinner would be .

Although he didn't scoff at divination like Minerva did, in his opinion, the person opposite, Sybill Trelawney, hadn't inherited that nihilistic "prophet" talent at all.

"Ms. Trelawney," Dumbledore coughed lightly, intending to end the endless interview, and he tried to refuse her as tactfully as possible, "then why are you planning to teach at Hogwarts? "

"This is destiny, Professor Dumbledore." Trelawney took a breath and straightened her back quite proudly, "I was arranged to come here by fate, and my future was pointed out in the crystal ball, I think—— Her words suddenly stuck in his throat, and Dumbledore raised his head in surprise, just in time to see Trelawney holding a crystal ball in her left hand and a playing card in her right, but her face was raised high Standing up to the ceiling, eyes widened.

"Ms. Trelawney," Dumbledore was momentarily unsure of what tricks she was playing, "maybe..."

Trelawney interrupted him, her voice suddenly becoming clear, hoarse and high-pitched, and she maintained that strange posture: "The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... born in a man who has three times defeated The family of the Dark Lord . . . born at the end of the seventh month . . . ”

"How did you get in here, kid?" Aberforth yelled from outside the door, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground and a muffled groan, "What are you doing sneaking around here?"

Dumbledore had no time to be distracted, he stared at Trelawney, but the latter's eyes suddenly started to move wildly, and her whole body trembled: "The Dark Lord marked him as a strong enemy, but he has all the powers of the Dark Lord. Unknown energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

When she finished speaking the last word, she suddenly let go of her hand, and the playing cards and crystal ball slammed to the ground.Her head hung down, her hands rested on the armrests, and she fell limply into the chair.

The room was eerily quiet.

After a few seconds, Trelawney raised her head as if suddenly awakened: "Sorry, I think I might—" Her eyes fell on the shattered crystal ball on the ground.

"You were about to make a prophecy for me just now, but you were probably a little tired." Dumbledore explained.

"Yes." Trelawney murmured, "the mortal world here obscures my third eye..."

She really doesn't seem to remember anything.

"Yes, we have also chatted for a long time." Dumbledore withdrew his probing gaze, "Congratulations, Ms. Trelawney, on behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, I have formally hired you as our divination professor."

Trelawney gave a look of reason, and he had to spend another ten minutes listening to her meaningless babbling before Dumbledore sent her down the stairs himself, promising to Reserve an office for her in the tower to ensure her "Third Eye" is not clouded by "Mundane Dust".

When he returned to the second floor, there were two more people in the room. Aberforth stood in the middle of the shattered crystal ball with a worried expression, twisting a struggling young man in his hand.

"Hello, Severus." Dumbledore looked at the gagged man who was desperately trying to speak and break free, "Have we not seen each other for a while?"

-September 1980, 7 -Burstead Manor

"It's a girl." Old Mrs. Burst came out of the room, "Do you want to go and see?"

"No need." Signus turned around without interest, but the old Mrs. Bulstrode called him:

"You'll be all right, kid?"

This seemed to be comforting, but the anxious expression and uncertain tone betrayed her heart at the same time.

"I do not know."

"Go to the Dark Lord, you can convince him." Old Mrs. Burst twisted the veil in her hand, "You have done so many things for him, and he will be willing to forgive you once."

"That's impossible. Bellatrix has so much against me that if I go to the Dark Lord, I'll have to tell him everything. And he will never forgive me." Yes, Mother. If he would, he wouldn't be the Dark Lord."

The blood slowly faded from the old Mrs. Bulstrode's face: "But...but, Signus...we'll be fine, right?"

This time her beloved son gave her just a doubly disturbing answer: "I'll do my best, Mom."

"Signus!"

"You don't know what's going on, mother!" Signus resisted and waved old Mrs. Bulstrode's hand that wanted to hold him, "I swear I will do my best, this is the only promise I can give you now Already!"

"Then Olivia—"

"She's gone mad! Don't you understand?" Signus's psychological defenses finally collapsed, he shouted, and the baby in the back room was startled and cried, "If she didn't kill old Selwyn , Nothing will happen at all! But they will not settle accounts with her, they will only let the sober people pay for the mess!"

"But did she marry old Selwyn voluntarily, Signus?" Old Mrs. Burst clasped his wrist tightly, and Signus' eyes flashed, and she gasped, " That's your sister, Signus!"

"I'm just asking her to fulfill her obligations. Don't you think the same about this? Otherwise, how would you encourage her to start a relationship with Regulus at such a young age? If he didn't If your surname is Black, would you still be so active?" Signus broke free from his mother's shackles and asked sharply, "To be honest, I planned to try to get her to marry Sirius, and take this opportunity to regain the Black family in my hands. Well, brother and brother make no difference to us anyway, as long as there is a prominent surname, don't you think so, mother? It's too late to blame me now. Why didn't you correct the day you broke the vase What do I think?"

His words reminded Mrs. Burst of the broken vase many, many years ago.She acquiesced in Signus' lying to blame Olivia, and from that day on she allowed him to gradually become a self-centered person.She thought her son was calm and smart, but ignored his impulsive and stupid side——

Time and time again, she acquiesced in all his actions until this day.

"Are you blaming me, Signus?"

"You taught me to use any means to achieve my goals, and you made me think that Olivia is just a tool in my hands. Don't blame me, you are at fault, Mom." Signus paused for a moment, "Her name is Call it 'Millison'."

- 7 July - Auror Command, Ministry of Magic, London

"With your signature we're authorized to formally arrest Edmund Parkinson, Mr. Crouch," said Scrimgeour, Director of Auror Command, tapping a stack of parchments on his desk. Evidence of Parkinson's collusion with the Death Eaters is enough for us to temporarily detain him."

"Then what's going on with this list, Scrimgeour?" Deputy Director Amelia asked before Crouch could speak, "Why are Brothers Greengrass and Sirius Black appearing on this? "

"It was reported that Sean Greengrass was having an affair with a woman who was associated with the Death Eaters. Their illegitimate daughter was born just a few days ago. And his brother Gavin was keen to collect reports about the Dark Lord, even He also specially wrote to borrow past issues of the newspaper." Scrimgeour replied, "As for Black, the news says that he is most likely an undercover agent buried by the Dark Lord in the Order of the Phoenix."

"Where did you get this information?"

"Aurors have Aurors' methods, Mr. Director. After your signature, we can go further and find real evidence."

"It would be absurd to arrest someone who is likely to be innocent just because of his personal life or his habit of making newspaper clippings, Director." Amelia said impartially, "I also want to know why Blake is a suspect." ? As far as I know he's an active member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"I can't go into too much detail, Ms. Burns." Scrimgeour declined tactfully, "but I can assure you that our sources are very reliable."

"Who told you this news?" Amelia asked persistently, "Is it someone from the Order of the Phoenix?"

Scrimgeour was silent.Crouch's gaze wandered between the two of them and then returned to the list in front of him.

"Nobody here is a traitor, Mr. Scrimgeour." Amelia said emphatically.

"Tell me, I want to know too." Crouch nodded.

Scrimgeour glanced at Amelia quickly: "Mr. Edgar Burns told me in private."

Amelia seemed to choke, and she looked utterly disbelieving, but before she could speak, Crouch cut her off: "Leave me alone with Scrimgeour." He stared at Scrimgeour. , until Amelia reluctantly left the room, Crouch asked, "Tell me the truth, Scrimgeour, why is Black on the list? I don't believe that Dumbledore would be wrong."

"Perhaps he was right at the time. But, Mr. Secretary, we have ample evidence that between the late summer of 1978 and the early fall of 1979, Blake lived with a woman as a lover."

"It doesn't seem to be a problem, Scrimgeour." Crouch recalled others' evaluation of Sirius, "Anyway, Black is only a young man in his early 20s, which is only natural."

"What if this woman is the current Mrs. Parkinson, Director? Is there no problem?" Scrimgeour stepped forward and opened the bottom few pages of information, "She is from Hogwarts Slytherin College. A dropout, it was assumed from time to time that she should have moved in with Black after she left Hogwarts. But in September 1979 she suddenly moved out of their residence, and a few months later the papers published her And Parkinson's marriage news, and their daughter was born in April this year. Anyway, there must be some problems in it, Mr. Director?"

Crouch pursed his lips: "You mean... for a certain period of time she maintained a relationship with both Blake and Parkinson?"

"I'm personally more inclined to think otherwise: she's been a Dark Lord supporter and for some reason - perhaps at Parkinson's behest - she comes to Black to lure him into being the Dark Lord's undercover agent. Of course, the worse assumption is that Black and Parkinson were both Dark Lord's men in the first place, and this woman is just in two boats. Either way, it's a disgraceful act."

Crouch is not only jealous, but also a person who has high demands on the behavior of others. He frowned in disgust: "Is this why Edgar suspects Black?"

"After she left, his series of reactions were very abnormal. Sometimes he avoided thousands of miles, and sometimes he was very active. There must be demons when things go wrong, Mr. Director." Scrimgeour added a sentence wisely, "Although we There is no substantive evidence yet, but right now we would rather arrest the wrong people than let them get away with it.”

"Where are Parkinson and Blake now?"

"We have some evidence of Parkinson's, so we've grounded the whole family in their own homes. As for Blake, we know where he's been and where he's been, but no action has been taken," Scrimgeour added, "By the way , Fortunately, we moved fast enough, and the Parkinsons were preparing to flee."

"Escape?"

"They split up. We caught Edmund in Hogsmeade, and he took their daughter. The woman was found in Greenwich, London. We guess she wanted to tip off Black— —she tried to pretend she was innocent when she saw us, but the Aurors weren't fooled by her."

"What a cunning woman...we really can't let them go," Crouch believed it, "but these empty evidences still don't allow us to justifiably catch them all."

"It's not impossible. There is a less honorable way, but I don't know if you are willing to try it."

"Say."

"Edmund Parkinson can't run anymore. As for the woman, she has had a lot of Muggle crossings, so we can fabricate her for breaching the Statute of Secrecy. Black can start with their triangle relationship, Put pressure on him from the public opinion, and then temporarily kill him in the name of 'investigation'." Scrimgeour hastily added, "I know this is not a good idea, but we can't just let the three dark wizards escape like this."

"Edmund Parkinson used to work in the Department of Law Enforcement," Crouch said of his last concern, "to tarnish the Ministry of Magic's reputation."

"If we don't do this, it will be a disgrace to our reputation. Others will only think that we are corrupt and completely untrustworthy."

That's the answer Crouch wanted, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Then what's going on with Greenglass?"

"We have to continue to discuss this matter, Mr. Crouch. The Greengrass matter also involves the previous Squib trial, and the situation is more complicated. And it is not as serious as the Parkinson case. I suggest that we solve Parkinson's case first." About Kimson and Black."

Crouch grabbed the quill on the table and dipped it in ink.

"On the other hand, this can further shape your image of impartiality." Scrimgeour mentioned seemingly unintentionally, "After all, Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson have spent several years with your son at Hogwarts. Time, it's inevitable... it will make people think too much."

"I am proud of my son, Scrimgeour." Crouch said coldly, "He is not like these scum." He took a pen and signed the first letter of the arrest warrant—

"Emergency!" The door was pushed open with a bang, and an Auror appeared by the door panting, with scars and a dazzling smile on his face, "You'd better come, Mr. Crouch, Scrimgeour gentlemen."

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Note:

1. [Under Burger with Lemon Sherbet]: The former is a kind of wine produced in Germany, and the latter is Dumbledore's favorite Muggle dessert.These two things are also the password of the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

2. ["Become restless in summer"]: alluding to the summer day when Dumbledore and Grindelwald met.The implication of Dumbledore's words was that he was sorry for being uncool for those two months.

3. The image of Scrimgeour in the original book is not positive, and this setting is continued here.

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