HP Dawn Night

January has turned into February without knowing it, and the biting cold air has not changed at all.A week into school, Slytherin easily defeated Ravenclaw, and Slytherin currently leads the league by more than 200 points.This is a good sign, which means that, barring any accidents, this year's House Cup must belong to Slytherin.

Only one piece of news didn't sound all that good: Potter got a Fire-Cross-Arrow, too.

"He didn't buy it himself. It is said that it was sent among Christmas gifts." Blaise reported to us with the latest news.

"Who would be so rich to buy a fire-crossbow-arrow for Potter?" We looked at each other, asking the same question.

"It can't be the Weasleys," said Draco, "the poor of their family are going to drink Mistral."

"It can't be Granger either, I suspect she doesn't even know there's a new Fire-Cow-Bolt," Pansy asserted.This was actually true, Granger knew basically nothing about broomsticks, and even Pansy knew a lot more than she did.

"Has Potter any other relatives?"

"Potter's grandparents died of dragon pox long ago," I replied, "unless his Muggle relatives are willing to pay for it."

"No, everyone in Gryffindor knows that Potter's Muggle relatives are not good to him at all." Blaise shook his head and dismissed this possibility.

"Potter doesn't have godparents, right?" Draco asked suddenly, "I mean... Maybe we don't know? After all, Potter's godparents may be of mixed race, or hemp."

The three of us stared blankly at him, which is very possible.

"Then why didn't Potter's godparents just tell him they sent it?" Pansy asked hesitantly.

"Maybe they're not sure if Potter would like to see them? Like Potter's willingness to get in touch with his Muggle relatives or something," Draco speculated.

"But didn't they know Potter's whereabouts all these years?" I asked.

"Maybe Dumbledore didn't want to let too many people know, so he kept Potter's whereabouts a secret? Until he came to Hogwarts." Blaise said.

"That's not going to wait until the third year to find Potter," I said.

Pansy pondered for a moment: "Maybe they had been living abroad before that. After all, when the Dark Lord was rampant, many wizards moved to foreign countries. Didn't Aunt Margaret do the same at that time, Vio?"

"Yes, some of them stayed there and never came back." I nodded.

"So what happens now is that Potter has a godparent or something who lives in a foreign country, and they're rich?" Draco said in disbelief.It's hard to imagine that poor savior would have a wealthy and doting godfather or godmother overnight.

"Unbelievable," Pansy said to himself.

"But it seems to be true." I couldn't help but look at Draco sympathetically, one of the reasons he bought the fire-crossbow-arrow was to make Shapotter's prestige, but now this trick doesn't work.

Draco's lips twisted—this is a manifestation of his entanglement. I couldn't bear to tell him that he looked like a little hamster. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay Well, well, that's no big deal."

"We just lost a small advantage in Quidditch, buddy." Blaise reassured.

Although we all know that is definitely more than a small advantage.

"I'm going to do my homework, is anyone with me?" I got up and picked up my schoolbag.The remaining three shook their heads in unison.

"When did you get into the habit of doing your homework outside?" Pansy asked.

"It's still the current weather." Blaise looked up at the hollowed-out window on the ceiling, from which he could see the frozen black lake. "The lake is frozen."

"Because I made a new friend." I winked at them.Draco was taken aback and almost slipped off the sofa:

"Who?"

I laughed out loud: "The Whomping Willow."

Pansy looked at me in horror. "Vio, I think if you go on like this, we'll have to send you to St. Mungo's."

"You can still meet Professor Lockhart there." Blaise said with a smile.

"You don't understand." I gave them a haughty look, put on my cloak and left the common room.

"Whipping Willow, Whooping Willow, how many years have you lived here? Well, let me count... more than 20 years. Do you know the story of the Shrieking Shack?"

At that moment, I saw a light, ginger-colored shadow darting past me. It ran nimbly up the hill for a few steps, then turned to look at me.

It turned out to be a cat, sorry I can't appreciate its beauty.

"Why did you come here? Your master should be looking for you." I said to it, and the cat meowed at me ungratefully.I had to go back to:

"Beat people—ah!"

I was taken aback when a huge, skinny black dog appeared only a few meters away from me.

"...You shouldn't be the student's pet, right?" I looked at the big, thin dog in front of me. It bared its teeth at me and let out a low growl, "Well, you must not be."

Jiang Huang jumped up and down the hillside, approaching the big dog from time to time, meowing.I reached into my schoolbag and took out a piece of chocolate and a piece of pumpkin pie: "I think it's time for you to eat something, here." I unpacked the chocolate and threw it to the big dog. It lowered its head and sniffed it carefully, as if it smelled it This is the best chocolate from Honeydukes. He raised his head and gave me a grateful bark, wagged his tail, and swallowed the chocolate in one gulp.

"Are you from Hogsmeade?" I asked it, and the big dog didn't respond at all. "Well, you may have come here as a wanderer. But you must be a magical creature anyway, otherwise you wouldn't be able to enter Hogwarts. Ah, would you like some pumpkin pie?"

The big dog whined.

I looked back at Hogwarts Castle, its deep, historic quality against the pale sky.I looked down the hillside to the edge of the Forbidden Forest again. There was a plume of smoke coming from the chimney of the gamekeeper's hut. Maybe Hagrid was lighting something.

Although Draco's arm has been restored, the process of prosecuting the Hippogriff has begun.I don't think Hagrid will be very happy these days, because all the evidence is against Buckbeak at the moment.

"Don't run into the Forbidden Forest," I said to the dog with lingering fear. "My friend and I almost died there in the first grade."

At this time, I heard Granger's voice from the hillside:

"Crookshanks! Crookshanks!"

The big dog pricked up its ears nervously, when we all clearly heard Granger's voice getting louder.The big dog jumped up, picked up the pumpkin pie and ran down the hill quickly.

Then Granger appeared on the top of the hill:

"So you're here, Crookshanks."

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