HP Dawn Night

The Quidditch match was approaching, and the atmosphere in Slytherin was getting warmer.

"It's unnecessary to show off, but I still think we can win the Academy Cup this year." Pretty much everyone said that.The relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor has become more and more tense, and several students have been sent to the hospital because of inexplicable curses.

"I don't think there's much to be gained by playing these little tricks," I said as I helped my father sort through the samples turned in by the students after a Potions class.

"That's not true," said Father, waving his wand to clean the dungeon clean. "If you don't learn tricks like practical jokes, you must at least know how to fight back."

"Speaking of which, thank you for the Christmas present." I said as I labeled each student's name on the vial. "That little spell on it was very useful, thank you."

The time spent together after class and the tutoring on Friday night have greatly eased the relationship between us.

"Assuming your brain is functioning normally and possesses Slytherin's usual calmness and restraint, it is not difficult for you to find that many of the spells on it are evolved from what you have learned." Father said in a silky tone, "As for a certain It's better to use less of the crappy tricks that make leeks grow out of people's ears."

"..." It's a pity that one or two senior Slytherins did that to the Gryffindors.

"I sincerely hope those Hufflepuff idiots can play normally, after all, I'm used to watching the House Cup, I don't want to give it away for nothing," my father said to me.

I remembered that my father was the referee of the game, which was bad news for Gryffindor.

"Do you also play Quidditch?" I couldn't help being curious.

My father ignored me at all: "I have to remind you, dear Miss Snape, that you will be late for your Transfiguration."

"Looks like Potter won't quit the game," Pansy said in Transfiguration class.

"That's right. He should know how much ridicule he will attract if he quits." Blaise analyzed the situation calmly, "It would be best if Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, but if not, we'll..."

"Gryffindors always get into trouble, and their scores may not last long," Pansy said.

I warned her in a low voice: "Then we need to go all out to add points."

Draco said angrily, "I'm going to join the team next year no matter what."

"And me." I said.

"Don't forget me," Blaise said.

Pansy looked helplessly at them and then at me: "Then I'll cheer you on from the stands."

"No, don't be so boring. Maybe you can start a Slytherin support group, Pansy dear." I described, "There are other things, such as 'Master Malfoy never fails', 'Prince Brace we Love you' or something like that."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Or 'Miss Snape is going on a date with me', that would be nice too, wouldn't it?" Draco said in my tone.

"'Our Little Violet' would work too, wouldn't it." Blaise gave me a sinister smile.Pansy knocked each of us on the head with the book angrily and amusedly:

"Don't be stupid! You will be laughed to death by everyone."

The next afternoon, when we walked up to the stands wrapped tightly, we immediately saw Ron Weasley who was very close to us—his red hair was so dazzling.

"No! Draco!" But it was too late, Draco had already reached out and stabbed Weasley in the back of the head:

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see where you were."

Draco grinned childishly at Crabbe and Goyle. "Wonder how long Potter can stay on his broomstick this time? Anyone willing to bet? How about you, Weasley?"

But Weasley ignored him.Father had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because one of the Gryffindor twins had hit him with the Bludger.

Porter circled the court like a hawk.

"Do you know how Gryffindor picks their players?" Draco exclaimed uneasily a few minutes later, when his father awarded Hufflepuff another free throw. Poor people. Like Potter, who has no parents, and Weasley, who has no money at home - you should be in the team too, Longbottom, because you have no brains."

I think he went too far: "Draco—"

Longbottom turned abruptly from his chair, his face flushed, and he stammered, "I'm better than twenty of you put together, Malfoy."

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed foolishly, and Weasley stared at the pitch and said, "Show him a little bit better, Neville."

"Merlin! Can you calm down for a while—"

"Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's pretty telling."

"I'm going to tell you, Malfoy - if you dare to say one more thing -"

"Ron!" Hermione yelled suddenly.

Potter suddenly made a beautiful dive, the audience erupted in exclamation and applause, and he shot to the ground like a bullet.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Potter has clearly seen money on the ground!" Draco yelled over the din.

Weasley sprang into action, and before we all knew what was going on, he was on top of Draco, knocking him to the ground.Longbottom hesitated for a moment, and turned to help from the back of the seat. I hurriedly grabbed his robe:

"Longbottom, please don't..."

Longbottom looked at me hesitantly, as if hesitating.But Crabbe grabbed him and pulled him into the fray.

Hermione jumped onto her seat with a scream, completely unaware that Weasley and Draco were rolling under her seat; Pansy screamed in pain as someone grabbed her hair, and Bracey was trying to stop Neville , Crabbe and Goyle, they wrestled together, punched and kicked, and screamed in pain.

"Pansy, Pansy, are you okay?" I jumped to help Pansy, who was tearfully struggling with her hair caught in a Hufflepuff girl's button, and when I untied her, she Pointing to a group of people who were fighting hard on the ground:

"What to do, Vio?"

At this time, the court was at a critical moment, and Porter was chasing the Golden Snitch.Both Weasley and Draco had blood on their school robes, and Crabbe and Goyle punched Longbottom savagely, but he also punched them.Brace and Gryffindor's Dean Thomas tried to separate the three while avoiding being hit himself.

"Use the Petrifying Charm. Brace, get out of the way." I pulled out my wand and pointed at the three people on the ground. "All—"

Before I finished speaking, I felt a spell hit me from behind, and the people around me stood up and applauded—Potter caught the Snitch?Gryffindor won?But I didn't notice it at all, because my wand fell out of my hand uncontrollably, and I fell headfirst.

Pansy's screaming made my eardrums ache.

It hurts.

I thought in a daze.

I woke up in bed in the medical room with a terrible headache.The bed curtains were drawn tightly, and there were a bunch of gifts and greeting cards on the bedside table.

I rolled over in bewilderment, with pain everywhere, and then I remembered what had happened.

Well, it looks like I was hit by a spell and fell.

At this time Madam Pomfrey had heard the movement I made: "Are you awake, child?"

"Hello, Madam Pomfrey." I got up, and she stuffed a pillow behind me, and pressed me down again:

"No no no, you need a good rest, kid."

I knew Madam Pomfrey's temper well, so I had no choice but to give up: "What time is it?"

"It's time for dinner, would you like something to eat?"

Fortunately, the coma didn't last long, it should only be trauma: "Yes, thank you."

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and a cup of hot pumpkin juice and a chicken sandwich appeared on the bedside table: "You have to rest well after eating, child, and you need to drink another medicine at night."

"Thank you." After I started eating, Madam Pomfrey left the ward.

While I was drinking pumpkin juice, Draco, Pansy, and Blaise showed up at my hospital bed.

"Thanks Merlin, you finally came to visit me." I sighed, "Come on, someone tell me what happened."

Pansy looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Vio, I didn't notice the back..."

Blaise silenced her and said to me, "Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor put a Leg-locking spell on you."

"He said he thought you were trying to attack Longbottom and Weasley. In the end, you fell and rolled a lot, and finally hit your head on the iron frame." Pansy sobbed softly.

"The dean was mad, and Pansy testified for you, but Finnigan thought she would favor you. In the end, nothing happened. No points were deducted from the two colleges, but Finnigan got a week of voluntary labor." Bray S explained.

"Yeah, when we saw you lying motionless on the ground—"

"How are you and Weasley? And Longbottom, Crabbe and Goyle." I suddenly remembered, "I see blood on your school robes."

"Oh, I bled Weasley's nose. But we're all fine, at least better than you," Draco reassured me.

"I warned you, Draco, stop messing with Gryffindors." I slumped on the cushions, complaining.

"Gryffindor won, we need full firepower to add points. So, Vio, come back quickly, we need you very much." Pansy said to me, wiping away tears.

"I have to remind you that this child still needs a night's rest, her head is seriously injured!" Madam Pomfrey drove them away, "Son, after drinking the medicine, you need to sleep well .You can go back tomorrow afternoon at the earliest."

That bottle of medicine is not a fine liquid, it is extremely bitter.But after I drank it, I felt much calmer, and the drowsiness came back quickly.

It wasn't long before I fell asleep.