HP Dawn Night

In the middle of the night, I felt severe pain in my knees in my dream, but when I opened my eyes, I found that the curtain of the bed had been pulled open at some point.I turned my head blankly, but met a pair of black eyes in the dark night.

I was taken aback, and almost reached out to touch the wand in a daze: "Father?"

My father didn't seem to expect that I would wake up suddenly. He was stunned for a while, and we stared at each other in the dark. Then my father coughed in disguise:

"I just came to see you." My father made a silent movement, preventing me from getting up, "Go on and sleep."

This sentence seems to have a hypnotic effect. I curled up in the bed obediently, and fell asleep happily and contentedly again almost at the same moment.

May Merlin bless poor Finnigan.I can hardly imagine him dealing with all kinds of weird potion ingredients alone in the deep basement.

"Head still hurts? Knee? Back?" Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and looked at me suspiciously.

"Trust me, ma'am. I'm fully healed now." I resignedly let the strict therapist scrutinize me, and she insisted that I need another night of observation.

"Every kid says that, but you're always overconfident in yourselves." I've been grinding it out for a long time, but Madam Pomfrey still insists on her point of view.

"I still have a lot of homework to do," I begged. "I swear I'll be back as soon as I feel unwell. Please, Madam Pomfrey."

"Okay, okay," she muttered, but finally let it go.

By the time I got to the auditorium, dinner had already started.

My presence caused a little commotion.Not only the students of Slytherin looked over, but even the other three houses paid too much attention to me.

Even Gryffindor wasn't very settled.

"Oh—Vio, Madam Pomfrey won't allow us to see you." Pansy hugged me tightly, "The dean has been unhappy all day, and Finnigan, my God, I almost doubt he's going to die It's in the basement."

"It's great to see you again, dear Vio." Blaise smiled and motioned Pansy to relax, and then hinted at the direction of Gryffindor with his eyes, "You know, I haven't seen you for a day, even The Savior and his friends are restless."

I looked, and sure enough, Hermione glanced in the direction of Slytherin several times, and even Weasley, who always looked at us very unpleasantly, sneaked a few times.

As for Seamus Finnigan, his pale face immediately turned pale when he inadvertently met my gaze.The fork in his hand fell to the plate all of a sudden.His friend next to him gave me a reproachful look.

"Yeah, maybe they were worried that my father would turn on Gryffindor after I died in the infirmary." I shrugged.

"Please, this joke isn't funny at all." Pansy pulled me to sit down, and took a lot of my favorite food from my plate, "Draco, why don't you talk?"

Draco rested his chin on one hand, and said slowly, "Seriously, Vio, if you're still lying in the medical room after tonight, I'm afraid there will be someone to accompany you."

"Finnigan? Weasley? Longbottom? Or Potter?" I understood it all at once and said several names in a row. Draco smiled arrogantly and sinisterly:

"Maybe both—maybe. Don't you, Crabbe? Goyle?"

The two of them nodded foolishly.

I actually don't think they're paying attention to what Draco's saying - because I can clearly see Crabbe and Goyle fighting over the last piece of almond pudding.

"You two are just as good as ever." I shook my head and sliced ​​open a steak and kidney pie, and Crabbe won.Gore salivated at the pudding on the plate in front of me, and I smiled: "Let's just go there—by the way, is there anything new when I'm not here?"

"No." Bruce shook his head.Goyle said a few words of thanks, then hurriedly reached for it, and Draco gave him a disgusted look.At this point Pansy de Bresse completed the answer:

"We're all busy scoring points."

"But it's not easy to catch up with the wild lions of Gryffindor!" Draco looked away, and fiercely exerted force on the knife and fork. Master Malfoy's identity, so I kindly reminded:

"Manners! Manners!"

Draco gracefully forked a piece of cod.Gets really fast!

"So, Vio, we've been trying to score as much as we can all day today," Pansy said with a sigh.

"Even Ravenclaw was stunned," Blaise added.

"Are they surprised that they can't beat Slytherin?" Ravenclaws have always held a leading position in academics, but this tradition seems to be gradually being broken.

"Maybe they've just never seen a Slytherin so unreserved," Draco said sarcastically.Crabbe and Goyle laughed goofily, only to get him a threatening look.

"Come on," I advised Draco, "at least Gryffindors will never get points in Potions, will they? Not even Hermione Granger."

Slytherin played bravely in the days that followed.

Pansy's talent for conjuring is fully demonstrated by her, and Professor Flitwick is full of praise for her; Blaise's performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts is amazing (maybe because the Zabini family is a neutral faction?).Nott, Montague, Burst and even Greengrass were more concerned than usual.

"It's hard to say who is better at Potions, you or Draco." There were only a few people in the library, Pansy scribbled on the paper, and I repeatedly traced my own horoscope:

"But I firmly believe that my herbal medicine must be better than his."

"Oh? What about Neville Longbottom?" Pansy motioned me to look out the window. Longbottom was hurrying towards the greenhouse alone.

I scratched my chin with a quill: "Ah...it's hard to say, dear Pansy. In fact, I have to admit that the reason Longbottom has reservations about herbal medicine is entirely because of what his father brought him. shadow."

As the "Crucible Killer", Longbottom could not escape the fate of being reprimanded by his father in every Potions class. In a way, he was almost as disliked by his father as Potter.For this reason, Seamus Finnigan was under great pressure-not only did he have to suffer during voluntary labor, but he also had to suffer life-threatening in potions class.

Even recently he's been walking around like a ghoul whenever he sees me.

"It's a pity, dear, I have to say that you don't look like the Dean in appearance." Pansy covered her mouth and snickered, winking at me, "but 'Snape' has become Longbottom's Retriever, didn't he?"

"That's right. But Longbottom seems to be very interested in herbalism." I wrote down the name of a satellite, Pansy thought for a moment:

"As far as I know, he has no advantage in other subjects. At least I often see Granger giving him advice in the library."

"Maybe the Longbottoms didn't give him the necessary enlightenment?"

That's exactly what's surprising.I thought that every family with a little history would provide different degrees of enlightenment education to their children.

Pansy looked around, and then said in a low voice, "Didn't you hear that Longbottom didn't have his magic power until shortly before he came to Hogwarts."

I was silent for a few seconds: "That's really bad."

In fact, this is not good news for a single family or the wizard himself.

"Better than a Squib."

Pansy on the opposite side shook his head: "But he is the last hope of the Longbottom family."

Longbottom is actually a somewhat unfamiliar surname to us.

Although Pansy's father was a fanatical supporter of blood purists, he was not a Death Eater.As for me, getting information from my mother is almost impossible.

"Honestly, Longbottom isn't very annoying." I said frankly, and Pansy agreed with me:

"The Quidditch thing... maybe I shouldn't say that, but it's fair to say that it was Draco who started the insult."

"If he wasn't Gryffindor, I'd be happy to get in touch with him." Although Longbottom's stupid performance in potions class was outrageous, he had to admit that this timid little boy was not very annoying, What's more, even Draco couldn't deny his ability in herbal medicine.

"Just like if Granger wasn't a bitch, I think she's fine," Pansy said.