HP Dawn Night

"What do we need to organize such a group?"

"Practice field."

"Determine what to study."

"Do you want others to join?"

"I think the looming question is -- where do we practice," Brees said, "and whether we need to hide."

"Of course!" Pansy's eyes widened as the wood crackled in the fire. "You think that Umbridge woman would allow us to do this?"

"Even if we are Slytherin, we can't be lenient. She just doesn't want us to have access to practical magic." Draco said angrily.The fact that the Dark Lord lived in his house seemed to have brought him unprecedented pressure and shock, which directly led to his high enthusiasm and expectations for our study group.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's rule out public locations first—libraries, lounges, and all other places that are easily exposed." Blaise scratched his chin with a quill, "How about an empty classroom? Hogwarts There are many abandoned classrooms."

"I don't think so. Although those classrooms are not used, there may still be someone monitoring them. It is impossible for us to practice magic spells in the classrooms, and it is easy to be discovered." Pansy retorted.

I remembered what Draco and I found the Mirror of Erised in an empty classroom in the first grade: "The empty classroom is not safe, we can seal the door with some magic spells, but we can't guarantee that there are no spells in the classroom It plays a role of monitoring and protection.”

Blaise picked up a pen and silently scratched out a line of words on the paper: "So... is there anything else we can use?"

"The Chamber of Secrets," Draco said.

"What!" I yelled.

"What?" Pansy and Blaise asked in confusion.

"It's the Chamber of Secrets where the basilisk was hidden in the second year." Draco said solemnly, "It meets all our requirements, and we are all Slytherins, so even if there is nothing there, it won't hurt us. "

When I mentioned the secret room, I couldn't help but think of the cold and damp ground, the dead basilisk, the smell of sewers and the stench of blood.

"Absolutely not!" My expression twisted into a ball, "I'll go to you guys, I don't want to go back to that ghostly place at all!"

"But think about it carefully, Vio, you will find that this is almost a perfect plan!" Draco leaned over eagerly and said, "The only problem is that we need to know the password to enter the secret room..."

"Then there is still a password?" Pan Xi was bewildered.

Draco nodded: "Yes, I remember Potter saying something in Parseltongue when he entered, and then the door opened."

"Ha!" I snapped, "You're going to ask Potter 'Potter, can you teach me Parseltongue, please? I want to go down to the Chamber of Secrets and get a study group.'? Don't be stupid , this is impossible in the first place. What's more, we can't let them know that we are also engaged in private activities. According to Gryffindor's thinking, they will bear the brunt of suspecting that we are studying black magic."

"Violet is right." After listening to me carefully, Blaise looked at Draco and said, "I'm afraid this method won't work. Fortunately, it's very good, but it's too difficult to operate."

Draco suddenly turned into a deflated ball: "Then what should we do?"

"Is it possible that Professor Snape can help us?" Pansy asked.

I thought for a while, "Help... I don't think he'll object to our plan, and maybe give some hints. But if he wants to help us too much under Umbridge's watch, he won't be able to."

"Can you ask him tomorrow?" Pansy begged. "Even a little hint is enough."

Tomorrow is Monday, and Dad should be free on Monday night.

"Okay, I'll go see him tomorrow night."

"Hope Professor Snape can give us a good idea." Blaise put down the quill and yawned a little, "I can't believe we're doing this in OWLs."

"OWLs won't help you much in an emergency. Besides... I don't want to waste the whole year on Defense Against the Dark Arts," Pansy said.

At 06:30 on Monday night, according to the agreed plan, I and three other people separated at the landing of the stairs. They went upstairs to the library, while I went to the potions office to find Dad.

"Miss Snape." I was just about to leave the hall when a sweet, sticky voice sounded. I shivered, took a deep breath, and turned around:

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge."

Pink Umbridge walked up to me with an official smile on his face: "Why don't you go to the library with your friends, Miss Snape?"

I pulled out the potion notes I had prepared long ago from my arms: "I want to ask Professor Snape for an answer, Professor."

She took my potion note and flipped through it: "As far as I know, you are the best potion student in the class, so may I know what question this top student is going to ask?"

Of course, Umbridge's compliment should not be taken seriously, and I maintained my original smile: "About the formula of the enhancer, Professor."

"Oh...that surprises me a bit," said Umbridge, as if taken aback. "I thought you'd ask some challenging questions."

"Actually—I've come up with a new formula that I haven't been able to test after class due to material and time constraints," I explained, "so I hope to discuss it with the professor tonight. "

"This is one of the privileges of being a professor's daughter, Miss Snape." Umbridge said pointedly. "Ordinary students are not so lucky to have the opportunity to communicate with the professor one-on-one."

"Perhaps so," I replied, "but assuming the students are willing to ask more questions, I think my father will be happy to answer them."

"Really?" Umbridge raised his eyebrows. "But I just heard some...interesting rumors recently. It is said that Professor Snape is seriously biased towards Slytherin students, and that some students from other houses have a bad attitude?"

My heart skipped a beat: "I want to teach you that you should have the ability to distinguish the truth from the false."

"Does that mean Miss Snape denies this rumor?" She looked at me with a half-smile.

"It seems to me that my father just treated them as they should," I said.

"Great, I totally believe those rumors are based on nothing." Umbridge's smile widened slightly, "By the way, Miss Snape, can you tell me why you proposed to transfer from divination to ancient times?" Rune class?"

I believe she already knew the outcome of my application for course transfer.But she asks this on purpose, what is she trying to get from me?I thought about it for a while, and decided to answer half-heartedly: "For career, Professor. I think ancient runes can help me succeed in my career as a St. Mungo's healer."

"You want to be a therapist? Oh, that's a great aspiration. May I ask the outcome of your application?" Her eyes locked on my face.

I smiled: "Unfortunately, I failed to achieve the goal of transferring classes."

"Then you choose to study divination next?"

"I think so." I added, "Actually St. Mungo's doesn't require a certificate in ancient runes, I just think studying it will help me. In that case, I will try to study ancient runes by myself after the OWLs .”

"A very planned future. Finally—can I ask again—Miss Snape, how do you evaluate Divination and Professor Trelawney?" There was a trace of balance in her eyes, and I alerted After thinking about it, he hesitated to answer:

"Substantial classes are more suitable for me, so all I can say is that Divination classes are quite challenging from what I've seen."

"I see," she interrupted. "Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Snape."

This sentence again!I frowned—thank you for your cooperation.Umbridge always seemed to have a way of getting me, consciously or not, to say what she wanted to hear.

At the same time, my heart twitched.I have a vague feeling that what I just said seems to be unfavorable to Professor Trelawney...

"Dad!" I was thinking about the conversation I had with Umbridge just now, and opened the door without knocking.The scene that caught my eyes left me dumbstruck——

Potter was on his knees, and Dad pointed his wand at him.

"That's it for today, Potter." Dad turned around quickly, seeing me, he put down his wand and said coldly to Potter, "I hope you will come at the same time on Wednesday, and we will continue to practice."

"Okay," Potter replied, getting up from the ground.

"I'll know if you've practiced..." Dad said softly, warningly.

"Yes." Potter whispered.He threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked out quickly, as if he didn't see me.

"What are you looking for me at this time?" Dad asked me in a low voice, motioning for me to close the door, "You know this is a special time, if Umbridge—"

"I told her I came to ask you questions." I threw the notebook on the desk and recounted the conversation I had with Umbridge in the foyer just now, "I was wondering...whether she would misinterpret I mean... Professor Trelawney..."

"Your words are easy to be misinterpreted, not to mention that taking out of context is Umbridge's forte." Dad walked slowly, "But don't worry, at least Professor Trelawney will encounter some troubles if you say that. But If your answers don't suit Umbridge, you're in big trouble."

"But—if she really has trouble with Professor Trelawney, who's going to make sure she won't mess around?"

"Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts, and even without him, Umbridge can't run amok here," Dad replied decisively.

I knew my dad wouldn't say yes when he wasn't sure, which made me feel better.

"One more thing—" I told my father about the plan of the four of us, "but the problem is, we need a practice field, a practice field that will not be discovered."

As I expected, Dad didn't object to our plan, he pondered for a moment: "This place is easy to find...it's on the eighth floor of the castle opposite the troll bat and Barnabas tapestry, you need to concentrate on thinking The place you need, and walk through that stone wall three times. If all goes well, after you walk the third time, there will be a door in the wall, and that is the room you need."

I was amazed when I heard it: "Such a house...how come we have never heard of it?"

"There are many secrets in Hogwarts, not every secret is public." Dad said briefly, "I hope you will be cautious, careful, leave no trace, and hold the scale well, so as not to go astray." He said bluntly say.

"Yes." I nodded, but still couldn't help asking, "About the Draco family—"

"I know," he said, "Lucius and Narcissa must proceed with caution now, and so must Draco. You might as well tell him that his lord is as temperamental as anyone in power. This period will be his It is the greatest test, and a slight mistake may result in loss of life, so it is necessary to remain awake and calm at all times."

"Okay." I said yes, "Also, Mom gave me this." I took out the locket and showed it to him.

The strange thing is that Dad actually came over and held the locket in his palm and looked at it carefully for a while: "She actually gave this to you..." He murmured, "Then put it away, don't put it away Take it off."

I gave him a suspicious look: "Have you seen it before?"

"Many old families will have this kind of thing to protect their heirs." Dad replied curtly, while ordering the eviction, "You should go. Remember, some words can't be said casually, be careful that walls have ears and evil comes out of your mouth. "

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Now we are corresponding to Chapter 25 of the original "Order of the Phoenix".The road ahead is long, let's encourage each other.