HP Dawn Night

The next morning, Pencey found a little obscure article in the Daily Prophet.

"Look here." She brushed the jam jar aside to make room for her newspaper.

"I don't need to buy a robe for the time being." I was spreading cheese on the bread, and when I heard her slightly excited tone, I glanced at it casually, and the sale promotion advertisement of Madam Malkin's robe store took up the entire page.

"No," Blaise shook his head and stretched out his finger, "Look...here's a short article."

He pointed to a report less than an inch long at the bottom of the page, condensed into such a small piece that one wouldn't notice it unless one looked carefully—"Trespassing the Ministry of Magic."

The students around were all discussing another piece of news that Sirius Black might be hiding in London. Obviously, almost everyone didn't pay attention to this little article.We pretended to be discussing promotional gowns as we stalked through the story.

"Who is Sturgis Podmore?" I don't remember hearing that name.

"Looks like a clerk at the Ministry of Magic," Draco said uncertainly. "The question is why would he break into a door?"

Pansy folded the newspaper, looking very shocked, she whispered: "Didn't you pay attention to being in Azkaban for six months? Just because you tried to break through a door? This is too serious!"

"I don't think that's an ordinary door," Blaise said slowly, "and why would he act at one o'clock in the morning?"

I guessed: "In order to avoid people's eyes and ears?"

"It makes sense, but it still doesn't make sense." Blaise stroked his chin. "The Wizengamot's punishment seems to be too severe this time."

"So—" Draco dragged on, "Can we assume that this is a false accusation?"

"What do you mean?"

Draco glanced at the teacher's bench, we all turned our heads, Umbridge's face flashed across my mind like a flash of lightning, I quickly lowered my voice: "You mean... Sturgis may Is it Dumbledore's?"

Pan Xi paused: "Then it can be explained."

"No, not necessarily." Blaise took the words thoughtfully, "Framing... Maybe he wasn't, but the Ministry of Magic suspected that he was, so they made up a trumped-up charge and arrested him... Maybe he didn't Probably an excuse for not trying to break through a door? To fuck him."

I was silent for a moment, thinking about Blaise's words.This may sound far-fetched at first glance, but it makes sense when you think about it carefully-Dumbledore was expelled from the Wizengamot, Umbridge entered Hogwarts, all signs show that the Ministry of Magic is trying to find ways Watch Dumbledore.

"You know, if that's the case, I wouldn't be surprised at all." Pansy held her newspaper in her hand and frowned tightly, "Dumbledore is in danger now... oh, you want to fill in Order form?"

"Good morning, Montague, Warrington!" Draco said loudly.

I gave Pansy a sharp kick from under the table, and she tactfully changed the conversation to ordering robes.

"Hello," Monty and Warrington walked in front of us proudly, Monty looked at the three of us in turn, and said in an arrogant tone, "I got some reliable gossip - Gryffindor We will be training on the Quidditch pitch this morning and afternoon, and Warrington and I are thinking, this is a godsend opportunity for us to take a look at the opponent's lineup before the game starts, oh, by the way, blow their prestige .So if you guys want to join in, we'd better go right after dinner—”

"Sorry, we have classes this morning, and we have to spend time doing homework." Draco immediately declined, "You know--OWLs year." He shrugged.

A cloud passed over Montague's face, and I pursed my lips tightly, not intending to give in.The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Pan Xi hurriedly said before he could speak: "You will understand, right?"

"This afternoon." Montague ignored my words, but ordered coldly, "Parkinson, you'd better come with them too. We hope that as many people as possible. Warrington, let's go."

"What if we don't go?" I said annoyed after they walked away.

"According to his attitude, he probably kicked us out of the team." Blaise replied tepidly.

"I hate his self-righteousness," Pansy said gruffly.

I turned to Pansy. "I don't know what's going on with these guys this year—Greengrass, Monty."

She looked at me with both empathy and sympathy: "Calm down, Vio, I can only say that the impact of Cedric's death is still spreading."

We spent the morning working on a dissertation on self-pollinating shrubs laid out by Professor Sprout and practicing the non-animal summoning spell on Transfiguration.

"Good job, at least we'll pass tomorrow." Blaise is the best Transfiguration spell among us, and he's adept at any of the Transfiguration spells.

"I think I can get an O for my herbalism thesis." I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction. Herbalism and Potions are the two subjects I am best at. If there is another grade above O, it must be me of.

But when I saw the clear, blue, refreshing sky outside from the library window, I felt a little guilty and painful, because so many things have changed so early in the school year.For example, Quidditch, I found that I am not so enthusiastic about the training and competition this year.

A few hours later, we returned to the auditorium for lunch, still reeling from references and mantras.Pansy puts mashed potatoes and pork chops on my plate and cheers me up:

"Forget about homework and exams first, your mind needs to rest." She comforted, "Think on the bright side, at least our progress is better than others."

I forced a smile and took the plate from her hand: "Actually, the OWLs themselves didn't put me under so much pressure. I was thinking about Quidditch."

"I understand what you mean." Draco sighed deeply, "The team has become different from before."

"At first I thought Montague was a nice guy." Blaise sneered sarcastically.Draco smiled wryly, "Who isn't, but I don't like him that much after what happened last semester." He looked at me and said.

—Draco was talking about the joke I had with Blaise last semester in Montana.

"That's all right, but I didn't expect him to change so much after he became the captain." I smiled at Draco, and it froze in the middle of the smile—Montage was walking towards us, "he Here it must be about Gryffindor training."

"I just came to remind you that it's time." Montague walked to the long table, he was not speaking to the three of us, but to the entire Slytherin table, "Our audience at the stadium Gather at the table, please inform the students from other houses." He smiled, "By the way, Gryffindor has found a very interesting goalkeeper this year!"

Montague didn't know how much time he spent lobbying others to participate. Almost half of the Slytherins stood up and rushed to the foyer, and some of them walked to the long table of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

"You'd better go as soon as possible." Montague told the four of us, "It would be better if we could call a few people from other colleges."

Pansy stared at his back and said in disbelief: "This—" She didn't seem to know how to describe her feelings now.

"I understand what you mean," I patted her on the shoulder, "What's even more ridiculous is that, if you think about it carefully, you'll find that he doesn't seem to go too far: Shouldn't there be a relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor?" Is that so?" I said sarcastically.

At the end of the last school year, Dumbledore asked us to unite against the forces of darkness.The four of us all believe in the claim that the You-Know-Who is back, the only difference is that Draco and I have a clearer understanding of the power of the You-Know-Who, and the only difference between me and Draco is that I understand it better than him How foolish it was to be against Gryffindor at this moment.

"I don't know why," Pansy said suddenly, looking a little conflicted, "but I don't think we should go on with Gryffindor like this."

"So?" Blaise repeated a word from her words.

"Fire and water are incompatible," Pansy said firmly.

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