HP Dawn Night

"My mother told me just now that the Triwizard Tournament has resumed." Draco gently closed the door of the box and announced to Blaise and Pansy.

"Really," said Pansy, less enthusiastically, "it's been discussed for centuries, hasn't it?"

"It's true this time," I said. "My mother knows about it, too. Just this year. Hogwarts is the host school."

Blaise, who was putting boxes on the shelves, almost slipped his hand and fell on himself when he heard that.Pansy jumped up excitedly:

"Really? Don't lie to me, Vio—"

"I vouch for my Charm. Dumbledore will certainly announce it tonight," I said.Blaise's expression was as if he had heard that he had won the Quidditch World Cup:

"No wonder, I have also heard some news these days... I thought it would be nothing like the previous few times."

Pansy stared at the small statue of Krum walking back and forth on the table, with a frightening surprise in his expression: "Then Durmstrang will definitely come, will Krum come back? Surely right?" ?” She asked the three of us eagerly.

"Yes, he is so famous after all."

"Krum should be the pride of Durmstrang, right?" Blaise sat back on his seat, he was much calmer than Pansy, "I don't know who the Hogwarts warrior will be."

"I remember that there is an age limit for the Triwizard Tournament?" I opened the candy that Aunt Narcissa gave us, and Pansy also reached out and grabbed a handful:

"Like 17 years old?"

"Anyway, we won't be able to participate, and it's good to watch the game." Blaise said rather optimistically, while Draco had a gloomy face:

"I don't know why they put an age limit," he grumbled, "I think it's a totally stupid rule..."

"It's not stupid, dear Draco." I peeled off a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into my mouth. "Our magical ability is not enough to participate in those dangerous projects. There are more dead people in the history of the Triwizard Tournament Isn’t that enough, even some of the best students die because of it.”

Draco turned to look out the window sullenly.

"Violet is right." Blaise agreed. "You must know that it took so long for the Triwizard Tournament to resume. People definitely don't want any accidents in this competition."

Pansy stared intently at the statuette of Krum.

"Which school do you think will win, Blaise?" I asked.

"It's hard to say," Blaise replied. "After all, we don't know who the warriors of the three schools are."

"Shouldn't Durmstrang's champion be Krum?"

"But what we know of Krum is only a Quidditch star," Blaise explained gently, "we don't know whether he has the ability to become a Triwizard Tournament warrior."

"So who do you think the Hogwarts champions are?" Draco interjected suddenly.

We all shook our heads.We're not familiar with the Hogwarts seniors, the Slytherins, and honestly, I don't know if they represent Hogwarts.

Pansy interrupted us suddenly: "Vio, can you teach me Quidditch?"

"What?" Draco and I exclaimed in unison, and even Blaise gave him a surprised look.I looked at her in surprise, Pansy didn't look like she was joking.

"No, you don't need to teach me how to ride." Pansy waved his hand quickly, "You just need to tell me about Quidditch tactics...uh, or the type of broomstick..."

Under the silent gaze of the three of us, Pansy's voice became smaller and smaller.Finally, she waved her hand in frustration:

"Forget it, I'll go to the library to find a book to read when I have time."

"Pansy, is Krum so attractive?" I teased.Pansy's face turned red all of a sudden, and she quickly denied it:

"No! I'm just...just..." The three of us exchanged a knowing look, and she couldn't continue.

"I suggest you read an introductory book called "The Origin of Quidditch." I sincerely suggested.

"Thank you, Vio." Pansy suddenly closed Krum's album, "I've decided!"

"Decided what?" Draco asked calmly.

"If Krum really came to Hogwarts with Durmstrang, I must know him and keep in touch."

"And then?" Blaise asked.

Pansy blinked, and said very confidently: "Oh, well, you don't need to know now."

"I'm a bit thirsty," I bravely changed the subject, "Pansy, can you walk me to the front of the train and get some iced pumpkin juice or something?"

Pansy and I quickly bought iced pumpkin juice, and on our way back we met Crabbe and Goyle in one of the cars, who seemed to be looking for someone.

"Snape," Crabbe called out to me, "do you know where Malfoy is?"

I looked at the two of them. As Draco's loyal followers, Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be always on call, but it was rare for them to take the initiative to find Draco.

"In the box. What can you do with him?" I asked.

Crabbe scratched his head and exchanged a look with Goyle.Pan Xi also stopped and urged, "Say it quickly."

In the end, the two of them seemed to have reached an agreement, thinking that the matter told us the same.

"Weasley said in the box," said Goyle dully, "that he wished to push Malfoy off the glacier, making it look like an accident..."

"And he said it wasn't that hard!" Crabbe added eagerly.

Pansy's brows were already knit together, I glanced at her, Pansy pursed her lips, and snorted disdainfully from her nose.

"Okay, I see." I nodded and dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, "I guess they heard Draco talking about Durmstrang."

"What a shame on him!" Pansy said angrily. "I heard Weasley yelling at people before you got in the car, saying that he saw Krum with his own eyes! You don't know how stupid that looks, like someone else I haven’t even seen a broomstick before!”

"It's okay that he likes star chasing, but it's too much to say. Obviously Draco didn't mess with them this time." I shook my head, "Let's go to Weasley's box and listen to what they are talking about now .”

"If they're talking nonsense right now, don't blame us for being rude," Pansy said.

It wasn't hard to find the car where Weasley was, because Gryffindors liked to be together most of the time.

"...It's okay if you didn't go, Neville, we encountered some particularly dangerous things!"

Weasley's loud voice came from an open private room, and Pansy and I exchanged glances and walked towards it.

"There's a bunch of dark wizards in the camp! Y'all read the Daily Prophet, right? It was scary! We got called up in the middle of the night and hid in the woods with the others..."

"Me and Draco met the three of them in the woods," I whispered to Pansy.Although Pansy did not go to the Quidditch World Cup, her news is still very good.The next day after we came back, she wrote to ask if we were okay.

"...Malfoy and Snape are there too. They're not scared at all, but that's not surprising, is it? If you ask me, maybe their parents were in that group."

"It's too much!" Pansy was furious, and she opened the box door forcefully, "Weasley, where are your parents? Busy scurrying around like mice for their lives?"

The conversation in the box stopped suddenly, and only then did I realize that there were far more people in the box than we expected.In addition to the Iron Triangle and Longbottom, there are also Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.

"Seems like you regret not having the chance to show your panties in mid-air, Weasley." I pointed at him with my wand and whispered, "Do you want to experience it? Right now, on the train, or we can take you The classmates shouted out to watch?"

"We don't seem to have invited you in, Snape, Parkinson." Seamus Finnigan said coldly.

"But we heard by chance that you - Weasley - were planning to push one of our friends off the glacier?" Pansy said slowly, now also drawing her wand, "so we improvised Drop by for a visit."

It wasn't my intention to fight in the Gryffindor-packed carriage. I looked around the carriage and found something interesting on an owl cage.

"Ask me, Weasley," I said pleasantly. "What's that?"

Weasley tried to hide it, but Pansy was faster, and she grabbed it and tore it off:

"Ooooooh - look at this!" She cheerfully shook off the musty, lace-encrusted cloth. "Is this your dress robe, Weasley? Well... I think it was in the eighteenth century." It was still very fashionable around the 90s.”

"I didn't expect you to go classical, Weasley." I sneered.

"Go ahead!" Weasley's face flushed the same color as his dress robe, and he snatched the robe from Pansy's hand.We let out a barrage of jeers.

"Shh, be gentle, Weasley, that's not the fashion for gentlemen in those days." Pansy laughed happily.

"Why not buy a decent robe?" I sighed. "If you keep your mouth shut, we might be happy to sponsor you for a decent robe someday."

"I hope you don't feel ashamed then, Weasley," Pansy said, smiling. "You know if I were you... I'd rather not..."

"Not going to what?" Granger asked sharply.

"Don't you all know?" I feigned surprise, "Weasley, I remember your father worked for the Ministry of Magic. Why, didn't they tell you? That's a pity."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dean Thomas exclaimed, confused and annoyed.

Pansy smiled smugly: "It's nothing. One last kind suggestion, Weasley. Either don't go when the time comes, or hurry up and change into a suitable robe!"

By this time the sky had slowly darkened, and the train seemed to be slowing down.Pansy gestured to me that it was time to go back.

I glanced at the six Gryffindors in the box: "The last line, Weasley, I'm amazed that you can make friends."