HP Dawn Night

In the evening of the summer of 1991, my mother and I stayed in the laboratory as usual.

This is an evening like many evenings in the past, and I secretly yawned.

My mother stood attentively in front of the cauldron to observe whether the color of the steam was as she wished, while I helped her—chopped the daffodil roots and ground them into powder—this tedious work had lasted all afternoon, and I His hands were a little numb, and he almost cut his fingers a few times.

I found that my mother's attention seemed to be attracted by the newly released potion, so I secretly shook my sore hand while my mother was not paying attention.Well, since I can remember, I have always surrendered to my mother's "prestige". When she was doing experiments, I acted as an assistant to fetch things for her or make some simple groceries.

And this situation got out of hand after my first magic riot at the age of 8-"I think this is the best way to enlighten you, dear." When my mother first instructed me to squeeze out the hellebore juice Said, and a plausible look.

"What a beautiful color it is, darling, isn't it?"

I was startled by the sudden sound, and I quickly withdrew my hand and pretended to be grinding the narcissus root.Fortunately, my mother didn't notice my small movements, she just admired the spiral of lilac-colored steam.

"Yeah, Mom." I tactfully complimented her potion, hinted at by her sparkling eyes, "very tempting. Reminds me of the smell of blueberry pie, the smell of violets, and all kinds of magic potions." The smell of medicine mixed..."

"Yes! It's very similar to the love potion, but it's not for making love." She stirred the potion in the pot, "witches will like it."

"That's right. Perhaps stirring three times clockwise would be better?"

In fact, my mind is thinking about dinner tonight.

"Really? I think so too." Mom was immersed in the joy of success and couldn't extricate herself. "The latest charm fragrance, oh, I have to write to the partner quickly."

I slink towards the door, maybe tonight the house-elf made my favorite blueberry pie.

"Crack!" An apparition sounded, and a house-elf named Polly appeared in the laboratory.

My mother glanced over, and I immediately stood there honestly.

"Polly is a bad elf! Polly doesn't want to bother Mistress with her experiments! But it's a very important thing!" it screamed. "A letter from Hogwarts, directed to Miss!" It was gasping for breath while tugging at its ears.

"Polly, stop! Stop!" Mom dropped the letter she was writing and yelled to stop Polly's self-abuse.

"Oh, mom?" I looked back at my mom, who was still fascinated by the potion just now, and she couldn't wait to take the letter in Polly's hand.

"Yes, that's what I knew!" Mom exclaimed happily after glancing at the envelope. "Your admission letter, Vio, dear, I figured it would be in a few days."

She stuffed the envelope into my hand, and on the envelope was written in dark green ink——

England

Cumbria

Watson estate

door of the laboratory

Miss Violet Watson

As a child of a pure-blood family, all kinds of Hogwarts have been deeply rooted in my heart.I knew immediately what it was.

"Well, I thought it would come later. It's only July now." I shook the envelope in my hand, and the pattern of snakes, eagles, badgers, and lions shone faintly.

"Children from pure-blood families will always receive it earlier." Mom touched my head and patted it with relief, "Okay, honey, let's go to the restaurant first, we have a good celebration tonight .Polly, prepare the dishes that Miss likes to eat."

I noticed that she was about to turn and walk back to the desk.

"Mom?" I called out to her suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

Mom's hand moved away from the top of my head, and she blinked quickly: "I'll go back and finish my letter, and I won't keep you waiting too long, honey."

I watched in amazement as she walked back to the desk and picked up a piece of parchment again.