HP Midnight Light

"That stag must be famous for something." Before Regulus and Olivia came over, Cornelia whispered in Hyacinth's ear.

"What did you find out?"

"I only found one—there has been no deer in the area where we are active for nearly 100 years." Cornelia said quickly, "Since the centaurs began to rule the Forbidden Forest, the deer herd Then I started to migrate to the north. Anyway, I don’t believe that the two of us happened to meet a deer that came back to our hometown to see, and it’s so—” She gestured, “It’s human.”

At this moment, Regulus just came over: "What are you two talking about?"

"Let's talk about when the two of you will decide on the names." Cornelia answered kindly, and Regulus blushed a lot, but he really didn't continue to ask.

Hyacinth grabbed a piece of the pie and glanced stealthily towards the Gryffindor table, beginning to regret not telling Cornelia about the note and the blank parchment.

"Cissy wrote to invite me to her Christmas tea party." Cornelia tapped the cup with a tea spoon to attract the attention of the remaining three people, "I'll ask her for the exact time later and tell you guys."

Hyacinth smiled and didn't answer.She was self-aware that unless she someday made it big and married some pure-blood, Narcissa's name would never be on the guest list of someone like Narcissa.

After all, her dad is from a Gryffindor background, her mom is a Squib, and she has nothing special about herself.Unlike Cornelia and Olivia, both of whom are blood relatives of the Black family, both pure-blooded, with strong Slytherin and blood-purist backgrounds, not to mention that Olivia is likely to Will be Regulus' wife in a few years—

Hyacinth sighed silently, why was she assigned to Slytherin?

"Sissy said Bella would be there too, I haven't seen her for a long time." Cornelia was babbling about her idol, Bellatrix Lestrange, "My father told me Bella La did a lot of amazing things there, and the master relied on her so much...I'm not saying that people are bad, but Bella—" Cornelia took a deep breath, "she is really amazing, isn't she? Only in his twenties, he is already the right-hand man of the Dark Lord!"

"Keep your voice down," Olivia reminded.

"Why don't you just write to her," asked Hyacins. "You and she are cousins, after all."

Cornelia's aunt is the mother of the three Blake sisters.

"That's not okay." Cornelia shook her head seriously and refused, "Bella is so busy, I can't bother her casually. But you must listen to her talk about the things she did in the Death Eaters when you have a chance, Merlin On the Internet, I think that is more useful than what we learned in school!"

Hyacinth was at a loss for words for a moment, she quickly lowered her head and pretended that she was eating pudding seriously.

"I heard that Narcissa's wedding dress is famous? It is said to be sewn by Veela? Is it true?" Olivia interrupted, her eyes met with Hyacinth over the wine glass, and they both agreed. Can't help but secretly smile.

"I heard that she is considering a second bridesmaid. Her chief bridesmaid must be Margaret, but according to tradition, the second bridesmaid should be the younger sister of the groom or the bride." Cory said. Leah laughed jokingly, "Of course, it's the same to let Olivia go, anyway, you will become her 'sister in law' in the future."

Regulus choked on the pumpkin juice.

"Leah!" Olivia blushed, "You are her legitimate cousin, okay?"

Hyacinth recalled the scene she saw by the lake that day, and couldn't help feeling that things between the two of them were almost a certainty.In this way, in another 20 years, she can still brag to others about the days when she was a classmate with Mrs. Black at Hogwarts.

"What are you laughing at, Hyacinth?" Olivia scolded, "You also learned from Leah, didn't you?"

"I didn't!"

"She's much worse than me, Ollie, you really don't have eyes... You guys go ahead and eat, I'll send the letter to Sissy first, maybe I can get a reply in the evening." Cornelia pushed her face away plate, sealed the hastily written letter just now, got up and left in a hurry.

"Are you going?" Olivia asked. "That little party."

"Stop kidding, Ollie." Hyacinth shrugged.

"It's okay, Narcissa isn't that harsh." Regulus urged, "My house is quite nice, don't you think about visiting it?"

Hyacinth poked the pie melancholy: "Let's talk about it."

Regulus immediately turned to Olivia: "Is your family celebrating Christmas as usual this year?"

"Yeah." Olivia smiled wryly, "I never dared to tell my mother that the woolen socks she knitted were not very easy to wear. What about your family? There should be some changes this year, right?"

Regulus nodded: "Because Narcissa is going to get married soon, this year's Christmas dinner may also include celebrating next year's happy event. I guess the family will probably prepare some extra gifts or special events..."

"Christmas morning is always the best anyway," Olivia said. "At least my parents never ask me what time I sleep."

"My family is very relaxed during the three days before and after Christmas, just do whatever you want."

Hyacinth gradually felt that the pie tasted less and less tasteful.

"I'll go to the library to find some materials." She jumped up before the tears fell, and walked out of the auditorium quickly, ignoring the surprised eyes of Olivia and Regulus.

Hyacinth doesn't like Christmas because it reminds her time and time again that years ago she lost the most precious thing in her life: her family.

Her mother can't knit woolen socks for her, her father can't prepare gifts for her, she has no siblings to play with, and she has no home to return to.

Hyacinth avoided the Hufflepuff Quidditch team players who had just finished training and walked into the foyer, turned around and hid in the bathroom, turned on the faucet and wet her cheeks vigorously.

"Who are you?" An unhappy voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Don't you see that this is the boys' bathroom?"

Hyacinth raised her head and saw a pearl-colored female ghost reflected in the mirror through her blurry teary eyes.The ghost was floating in the air, looking down at her.

Hyacinth had no interest in chatting with Moaning Myrtle today.

"Go away, Myrtle," said Hyacinth, choked up. "Leave me to myself."

"Oh! 'Weeping Myrtle,' everyone called me that. I still remember Olive Hornby running away screaming when he saw my dead body..." said Myrtle self-pityingly.After a while, she slowly floated to the pool again, stared at Hyacinth's face carefully for a while with interest, "I haven't seen you before, but don't be afraid, you are not the first one here Crying little girl."

Hyacins scooped up a handful of water and poured it on her face.

"But I know you!" Myrtle squealed with delight, rising even higher. "They talk about you sometimes—Gryffindor in Slytherin." She relished it. Said Daoistly, the piercing voice pierced Hyacinth's eardrums, "Oh, I understand you, it will be Christmas soon. Did you grow up in a Muggle orphanage? I know another person— "

Hyacinth threw a handful of water at the ghost: "Shut up!" The water passed through Myrtle's body, and she screamed in surprise and anger, and floated angrily to the top of the room. He raised his voice: "How dare you! This is my bathroom, how dare you tell me to shut up, you impolite—"

"Yes, I'm just rude! What did they say about me? Orphan? Freak? Tell me!" Hyacinth shouted at the ghost amidst the sound of splashing water, "I don't know what they say about me!" I can recite it, you don’t need to remind me a second time!”

"It's exactly what they say." Myrtle, startled by the intensity of her tone, curled up against the ceiling and murmured softly.Hyacinth's anger was completely ignited, she drew out her wand and pointed at the ghost:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

In an instant Myrtle was up and out of sight, and the spell struck the wall with a loud crash through the air.

"Do it! Kill!" Myrtle screamed hysterically. "Here comes a madwoman!"

Hyacinth used a higher voice to overshadow the ghost's howling: "Next time you can tell others that this is the consequence of talking nonsense!"

"It's too much! How dare you!" Myrtle jumped down from the ceiling and passed through Hyacinth's body with a whoosh. "Useless little piece of shit, you can't knock out a brick. So what they say is true? Are you really a half-squib?"

"Shut up!" Hyacinth was completely annoyed, she raised her wand tremblingly and shouted without thinking, "Avada—"

"Merlin! What happened inside?" There was an exclamation, and the door of the bathroom was suddenly knocked open. Hyacinth trembled all over, and her words stopped abruptly.She turned her head stiffly, and first saw Professor McGonagall's terrified face, followed by several other people - Snape, James and Sirius.Without exception, the three of them looked at her as if they didn't know her. It was obvious that they all heard the last spell she was trying to say.

"Miss White, what are you doing here alone?" Professor McGonagall's face was pale. She walked up to Hyacinth and looked around the bathroom. Myrtle was hiding in a compartment. Looking around, Professor McGonagall seemed to understand something. "Come with me, will you?" she persuaded with rare tenderness, as she quietly pulled the wand from Hyacinth's hand.

Hyacinth shivered, and grabbed the schoolbag that was completely soaked on the table.Professor McGonagall stood by the door waiting for her, and Snape, James, and Sirius all looked down at the toes of their shoes as if they hadn't seen anything just now.

Now they all know that the rumors were true: Hyacinth White of Slytherin is a crazy, malicious freak.

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