HP Dawn Night

Potter made a stunning first turn, and seemingly overnight, the attack around him at Hogwarts disappeared.

But right now everyone is worrying about another thing, for most people, this thing is much more important than the Triwizard Tournament——

One day, about a week after the end of the first project, the prefects told the students in the fourth grade and above to go back to the common room after dinner, and the dean had something to say to us.

"Is something important?" Pansy, Draco, and Blaise looked at me together.I don't know when, I have started to play a role similar to "Hogwarts Daily" in their hearts.

"I don't know. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?" I said uncertainly.Since this semester, the number of times my father has met me in private is very small, and even I can't get news faster than anyone else.

After sloppy dinner, the senior Slytherin students walked back to the lounge in twos and threes, leaving only the younger students looking at us eagerly.

After all the students had arrived and sat down one after another, the stone wall was pushed away, and Dad walked in wearing his signature black robe.

"Oh, every time the dean appears, the surrounding temperature will drop a few degrees." Pansy whispered to me.

I don't know if he heard her words, but Dad cast a hawk-like glance at us.Pansy shivered for a moment, and quickly sat upright, pretending to be listening attentively.

Dad's sharp gaze swept over the faces of all the people present one by one, and those who met his gaze straightened involuntarily.

"I wasted my time calling you all together just to tell you about the next event - the Yule Ball," he said softly, and Dad coughed softly when a few people slacked off to whisper , Those people tensed up quickly, and he continued, "This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is only open to those who are above the fourth grade—of course, you can choose to invite some lower grades." students; you can also choose to invite students from other schools.”

Daphne leaned forward slightly, listening intently, and Pansy also showed concentration.On the contrary, several senior boys moved uncomfortably.

Dad took a few steps forward and gave the boys a stern look: "As far as I know, there is no precedent for a person to attend a Christmas ball—assuming that person doesn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed. Finally, you Your dress robes are required. The ball will be in the Great Hall on Christmas Day at eight o'clock and ends at twelve midnight. But I have to remind you one more thing, listen—"

He looked sharply at everyone in the lounge: "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give you a chance to vent your excess energy. But that does not mean that we will relax our behavioral requirements for you. There is no doubt that your performance will also Also on behalf of Hogwarts and Slytherin. So I must stress that if a Slytherin were to disgrace the school or house in any way, it would undoubtedly pain me, and the person would feel even more pain .”

Dad's tone is calm, his tone is calm, and his voice is as smooth as silk - but this does not prevent us from easily reading the "Snape-style" warning from this passage.

"Now you can leave the lounge and go to other places, or stay here..." Dad waved his hand to indicate that he was finished, and some students couldn't wait to walk towards the stone wall - I guess they need a place to hide Talk about the prom.There were also a few students gathered together, chatting about something, and the content of their chats must have something to do with the dance.

I was about to talk to Pansy about my partner when my dad called my name, "Vio—you came out with me."

Pansy gave me a sympathetic look, and I reluctantly followed Dad to his office.

"Are you going to tell me about the Yule Ball?" I asked first.

Dad glanced at me unexpectedly, and walked behind his desk: "I have to make an additional request with you-maybe your mother didn't ask for it, but I think it is very necessary-choose A pleasing dance partner!"

Me: "Well...okay."

In fact, I'm not quite sure what the standard of "pleasing to the eye" is in Dad's mind.

"You won't have a chance to go to Hogsmeade again before Christmas, so you should know where to buy what you need?" Dad cleared his throat and asked hesitantly.

"Mail-order brochures," I said, "but I don't think I need anything special."

"That's good." Dad nodded, "I noticed that Ms. Parkinson seems to have something urgent to discuss with you, so go back quickly."

"No, I have a more serious problem," I said.Dad looked at me in surprise.I swallowed, "Uh...I can't dance."

He stares at me like I just announced that I'm actually Crabbe or Goyle's long-lost twin sister.

"Mom didn't teach me." I explained quickly.But Dad's expression became even more distorted.I thought about it, "Maybe you can teach me? Like the tutoring before—"

"—About this question," Papa almost uttered words through his teeth, "you may discuss it with Miss Parkinson. As soon as possible!"

"Okay..." What did I just say?

Pansy wasn't in the common room.

"She told you to meet her in the dorm as soon as you got back," Blaise told me.He and Draco were sitting face to face by the fireplace, having a secret conversation.

Pansy was searching desperately for something in her closet: "I brought the whole set... Wait a minute, Vio... Let me see, ah—I found it."

Several boxes had already been thrown on her bed, and Pansy carefully held out another thing that looked like a makeup box: "I've saved pocket money for a long time just to buy this set of things."

"I was going to give you this for Christmas this year." I watched in bewilderment as she pulled out my mom's newest creation, the Margaret One Makeup Kit.

"It's okay," Pansy said cheerfully. "Flower Witch says that your mother will release a new fragrance in December, just give me that."

What can I say other than good.

"Since my dress doesn't quite match my taste." Pansy happily pulled me to sit on the bed, and spread out a "Prom Instruction Manual", "So I can only hope that everyone will pay attention to me. Throw it in my face."

I looked at the various things on her bed: "You even prepared hair dye?"

"One-off," Pansy explained in a good mood. "I think I'll work on my hair if necessary."

"But you also have to consider whether it will match your dress." I kindly reminded.

Pansy curled her lips in frustration, as if she was about to cry: "My dear, I want to cry when I mention the dress."

I quickly asked, "Is your dress not to your liking?"

Pansy opened the largest box, which contained a pale pink gown: "Mrs. Parkinson gave it to me," she said sarcastically. "The ruffles on it have been out of fashion for a long time, haven't they?"

"You can mail order another one, maybe it's still too late," I suggested.

Pansy waved her hands dejectedly: "I don't want to buy those nondescript styles. But this one, alas—"

"I brought the scissors for cutting, maybe we can modify it then." I comforted, "What's more, everyone will only pay attention to your face that night."

"Ah, let's not mention this for now." She waved her hand, "Have you figured out who you want to be your dance partner?"

"My dad told me to find a good-looking dance partner. I'm still thinking about it." I asked, "Who are you going to find? Or wait for someone to invite you? I think there will probably be many people who will invite you Yes."

A strange bright pink rose on Pansy's face: "This..."

I looked at her in amazement. I had never seen such a hesitant expression on Pansy's face.A possible name popped into my head, and I blurted out unconsciously: "Viktor Krum?"

"Hush!" Pansy jumped up from the bed, covered my mouth unnecessarily, and looked around nervously.I reached out and took her hand away:

"There's no one else here. I think your idea is pretty good. Krum definitely doesn't like girls who are as annoying as flowers and butterflies. You're so pretty, so he won't reject you unless he's blind."

Pansy sat down again, and she seemed to calm down a bit: "You think he will agree to me? But there are so many girls who want him to be their dance partner, there must be someone who will say it before me. He just won I caught a dragon and I felt like my hope was slim."

It's hard to see Pansy talking incoherently.

"Don't think too much," I warned her. "Your hesitation looks nothing like that decisive and brave Pansy. You have always been as confident and arrogant as a queen. How can you stumble on Krum?"

Pansy blinked: "Are you encouraging me?"

I sat down beside her and put an arm around her: "You hesitate so much, it hurts me to see you. Where is that invincible Pansy?"

Pansy stared at me blankly.

"It's too late now, we'll go to the library to stop him tomorrow - it is said that he often appears there now." I patted her on the back, "Hey, as your best friend, I need to remind you , it will be too late if you don’t go. Maybe some other girl will be there first.”

Pansy seemed to be stimulated by the word "preemptiveness". She straightened her back and looked at me eagerly: "You are right, Vio. I will go to him tomorrow, maybe I can become Krum's partner."

The author has something to say:

According to visual estimation, there are at most two chapters, and the two protagonists can finally embrace each other!have!name!point!up!