HP Dawn Night

"What are you doing?" Pansy and I came back from a walk outside, and at a glance, we saw a group of Slytherins headed by Draco sitting around a table, as if they were fiddling with something.

Blaise has never liked to participate in this kind of gathering. He stood behind them and watched as always.

Pan Xi pulled me over curiously, and there were some large badges on the table.

"What's this?" I reached for one and looked at it, but there was nothing on the badge.

"You have to click first." Draco reminded.

I pressed it, and bright red letters appeared on the badge, shining brightly—"Support Cedric Diggory—a true hero of Hogwarts!"

"Don't tell me that you worked hard all night just to support Digory?" Pansy raised his eyebrows, and picked up one to fiddle with.

Warrington laughed. "No, no, we have another trick. Parkinson's. Click it again."

The red lettering on it disappeared, replaced by another line of shining green words: "Potter Smelly Shit"

"Oh!" Pansy exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Is this an idea you came up with?"

"We have Potions class with Gryffindors tomorrow afternoon," Draco said. "Don't you want to give them some color?"

——These days Gryffindor students go around bragging to every student who will listen how powerful their warrior Potter is.Although whether Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw or Slytherin believed that he had played a trick, coaxing the Goblet of Fire to spit out his name in order to earn more fame for himself.

I picked up a badge and looked at it, and of course Potter wasn't going to feel much better right now.After all his friends Weasleys were starting to alienate him, so what was the use of being cheered by the rest of the Gryffindors?

"Very clever idea." I complimented with a smirk.

Montague grabbed the badges and distributed them to the surrounding students: "Here you—here you. Wear them all! Maybe we can distribute the rest to others."

"Like Hufflepuff, I bet they won't refuse this." Puse picked up a handful and stuffed it into his robe pocket. "We can send out some of them tomorrow."

Everyone in the Slytherin common room accepted a badge, not even Blaise.

I slipped the badge into my pocket, then walked to the side sofa and sat down.

"You don't seem to appreciate the prank very much?" Blaise sat down next to me and gave me an inquiring look.

I avoided his gaze and stared at the green flames dancing in the fireplace. "Oh, I don't want to hide it from you, Blaise. But you can see it too, and I don't think it's a clever...prank."

"But you didn't refuse."

"Don't you too, Brace dear?"

He smiled lightly: "You have also discovered, Violet. When people around us are supporting something, in order not to make ourselves an outlier, we must conform to their wishes. Even if sometimes that Contrary to our own beliefs."

"So, Blaise, do our beliefs also contradict yours most of the time?" I looked back at Pansy and Draco, who were discussing something with other students, and didn't notice my and Blaise's quietly withdrawn, "Are you trying to force yourself to conform to us? — when you're not actually willing to say that or do that."

"This is really a sharp question, Violet." Blaise still maintained a perfect smile, "I can give you a frank answer: Yes, sometimes I don't agree with your point of view."

"Does that make you miserable, Blaise?" I countered. "Wouldn't you be happier if you were alone instead of trying to pander to our ideas?"

"If you can do everything according to your own ideas, then no one will be unhappy."

I took a deep breath and asked one last question: "Then why did you... do that? I mean, there's absolutely no need for you to make yourself less happy."

"I never considered being with you to be torture, Violet," Blaise said softly, but firmly, "I'm just saying we have some differences, but it's not serious enough that I want to Let go of this friendship. I'm actually glad I met you, Draco, and Pansy at Hogwarts, otherwise I'm afraid I'd really be alone for six years."

"You're very popular, Blaise," I couldn't help reminding him. "There are a lot of girls who want to date you, and a lot of guys who think you're stable and authoritative. You're not alone, and there's never a shortage of potential object of friends."

"Violet, I don't see a friend as a follower. I don't need to play a superior role, that would tire me out and tire me out. A big reason I appreciate our friendship is precisely because we The differences between us make each of us unique, and it also gives me the opportunity to work with you." Blaise looked back at Draco and Pansy, "Maybe you don't agree with their behavior, but You can take a longer time to slowly let them get your point of view."

"That's what you do, right?—when we don't see eye-to-eye," I whispered. "You don't say it because you don't want us to be unhappy, do you?"

Blaise blinked quickly: "You're right, Violet. Assuming a short silence can please my friends, it's no big deal to hide what's inside."

I stared at Blaise, the boy who seemed to be wearing a smiling mask forever.It seems like I didn’t really get to know him until today.

"You are such a philosopher," I shook my head, "I don't think I will ever be able to face others with a perfect mask like you in my life."

"That's because of your luck, Violet, there is no one around you who needs you to pretend to be false." Blaise laughed softly, "But please don't accuse me of hypocrisy, Violet, after all, such a mask is almost It became a habit of mine."

I waved my hand: "Of course not. But after what you said, I can't help but wonder if anyone can take off your mask in the future."

Blaise didn't answer my words, he turned his head and looked at Draco and Pansy who seemed to be about to finish their conversation: "They are coming. How do you think about explaining that we escaped from their conversation?"

I picked up a notebook from the side coffee table, and smiled at him: "Of course I'm taking the time to discuss the Flying Curse, Blaise."

After lunch the next day, the Slytherin fourth graders came outside the dungeon early.In order to embarrass Potter face to face, none of us went into the classroom and waited for him in the hallway.

"I just have one request, Draco." I pinned the badge on my front - just like everyone else.

"What?" Draco turned his head.

"Don't do anything with Harry Potter." I looked up at the grown boy and said seriously.Whenever he was facing Potter, his mental age would drop back to 11 in an instant.

"You think I'm going to lose?" Draco said, looking a little annoyed.

"I don't think so." I made a reassuring gesture and said calmly, "I'm just worried about you, Draco...assuming Potter does something out of anger..."

"She's right." Blaise said suddenly, "Violet just doesn't want Potter to vent the anger that has been accumulated for so many days on you."

Draco seemed to have a change of heart: "Do you think so, Vio?"

Blaise throws me a look behind his back.I understood immediately what he meant: "That's right, Draco. I don't want you to take risks."

"Potter looks like a bitch right now, after all," Pansy added interjectedly, "you're not trying to get yourself burned, are you, Draco?"

Draco's eyes drifted between the three of us for a moment, and finally he took a deep look at me: "Well, since you all wish so..."

The ending of this matter was much better than I imagined.

Potter was enraged by the badge, and Granger pulled him back just in time before he could charge to fight us.Then came a soft voice:

"What's the noise here?"

Dad is here.

The Slytherin students were chirping to explain. Dad glanced at the crowd, then stretched out a finger, and pointed at me precisely: "You explain it."

By this time the Gryffindor students were almost here, and they all saw the badges we were wearing - although at this time they had changed back to "Support Cedric Diggory", I even noticed that the early arrivals The classmates who are late are telling the beginning and end of the matter to the classmates who are late.

"Potter doesn't like our badge very much, Professor," I replied.

"That's not what it says on their badge, sir!" Granger protested loudly.

Dad carefully looked at the badges we wore, and I believe he guessed the truth, but unlike Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape will always favor his house:

"I don't see any difference."

"He also called Hermione a...was..." Weasley yelled, pointing at Draco.

"None of us heard," said Theodore Knott.

"Did you hear that, Mr. Weasley?" Dad ordered lazily, "Now go to class—"

"Bullshit!"

"fraud!"

"Old bat!"

Potter and Weasley were yelling at the Slytherins (and Dad) at the same time, their voices echoing loudly in the stone corridor.But we still heard a few words from them.

"Let me see," said Dad, his voice soft and greasy, "fifty points from Gryffindor House, and one detention each from Potter and Weasley. Come on in now Otherwise, he will be fined to stay in school and work for a whole week."

Even though the process is not the same as we originally envisioned, everyone is still satisfied with the result anyway.

The Slytherin students triumphantly walked into the classroom and sat down, tacitly pressing their badges on Potter.

Potter stinks.

Draco switched places with Pansy at some point, and he sat down next to me.I gave him a surprised look.

"We need to talk, Vio," he said.

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