HP Dawn Night

We've been baffled by the malicious smile that's been hiding on Draco's face lately.

"Nothing, nothing." Although he said so, the expression of the Gryffindor Iron Triangle was obviously not like this.

Contrary to the uneasiness of the Iron Triangle, Draco, who is blissfully breezy, doesn't even bother Potter anymore.Recently, he has treated everyone with a friendly face, and was very kind to point out Longbottom's small mistake in potion operation-although Longbottom himself seemed to be scared to death.

All in all, Draco's joy was felt throughout Hogwarts.

And Draco's inexplicable joy reached its peak after Ron Weasley was bitten by a dog and ended up in the infirmary.When he walked into the common room one day, I almost suspected he was about to sing and dance for joy.

"Brace, are you sure Draco didn't drink too much euphoria?" I asked quietly.

"As Draco's roommate and best friend, I can say with absolute certainty: Absolutely not." He assured me repeatedly.

"I don't understand." Pansy looked at Draco, who was staring at a game of wizard chess in a daze, and the expression on his face that was between fascination and pleasure made me feel that he was out of order.

"Me too," I said.

"And me." Blaise said with difficulty.

On a Saturday night, the common room was empty, and I sat in my usual seat reading a book about Occlumency that my father had given me after a cram session the night before.

Although my father said that I could only start learning this summer vacation at the earliest, he also did not deny the necessity of theoretical knowledge.

"Although I personally don't think you need to hold a book and recite it backwards like a fool, I sincerely hope that you will behave calmly and not rush." ​​The tone of my father when he said this gave me an unprecedented understanding of Occlumency. interest of.

Of course, I doubt it's Hermione Granger he's implying.

Just as I was turning the pages of the book with relish, someone walked into the common room.

"Vio?"

"Draco?"

He seemed to be taken aback by my silence, and I immediately found that he was wearing a cloak and neatly dressed, and he didn't look like he woke up from insomnia.

"What are you going to do?" Given Draco's previous record of taking me to see the sunglasses of Erised at night, I have every reason to suspect that he is out for a night tour.So I closed the book and looked at him seriously.

"Please, Vio, it's none of your business." Draco snorted.

"Really?" I ignored his gimmick, "Has something to do with Potter?"

Draco's expression was revealed.

Draco explained it to me half an hour later, when I followed Draco towards the tower.

"Potter and the others got a dragon?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes. They're taking it to the tallest tower tonight and sending it off." Draco's penchant for dragons is well known, and I'm sure he was jealous of Potter's close access to dragons.What's more, this can deduct some points for Gryffindor, so why not do it.

"But how do you know?" We slowly approached the tower, which looked a little hideous in the night when the clouds were overcast.I approached Draco and asked.

"The note in Weasley's book, it was written to him by his brother—" At this time we had just passed through a dark corridor, Draco raised his wand to let the light illuminate the front of his invisible fingers, and the next second, a A bright light suddenly appeared before us—

"Retention!" cried Professor McGonagall, appearing in front of us in a plaid dressing gown and hairnet, looking at the two of us sternly, "Twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night , I am very disappointed in you, Miss Snape. And you, Mr. Malfoy, how dare you-"

I think disaster is imminent.Draco struggled and cried, "You don't understand, Professor, Harry Potter is coming—"

At this moment, I suddenly caught sight of three people hiding in the shadows, and a box.In the blink of an eye, I took Draco's words:

"Dragon. Professor, they have a dragon." I said clearly.

The three figures in the shadows walked quickly up the tower along the dark corridor.Professor McGonagall looked at me angrily:

"Dragon? Miss Snape, it's a load of nonsense. I can't imagine how dare you make up such a lie! Go—I want to see how Professor Snape treats you."

I looked at her in disbelief and was about to argue when Draco pinched my palm.I reacted and lowered my head in silence.Draco gripped my hand tightly.

Well, I'm going to be locked up now.What would father think?

But there is a saying, the plan is not a change, is it?

When Draco and I stood in Professor McGonagall's study, waiting for Father to come and throw a fit.But Filch appeared, with a triumphant smile, escorting the Iron Triangle.

What can I do now.Slytherin and Gryffindor were also caught for nightwalking, and Professor McGonagall would never forgive any student for wandering around in the middle of the night, even climbing to the tallest astronomy tower.

Potter, Weasley and Granger were brought in with grim faces, and when they saw me and Draco standing at the table, their expressions changed dramatically—horrified, confused, triumphant, and finally Back to panic.

Hermione Granger was shaking with a pale face, and I doubted that she would pass out in the next second.Weasley was trembling all over, staring wildly at the inkwell on the table.Potter's brain seemed to be spinning rapidly, building up and then pushing down to excuses and reasons.

Things haven't gotten any worse yet.

When Professor McGonagall returned, she was followed by Neville Longbottom, and behind Longbottom was his father.

I believe that the faces of the five people present are getting uglier than one.

"Harry!" Longbottom blurted out, "I've been looking for you and wanted to remind you. Malfoy said he was coming to get you, he said you had a dragon—"

Potter waved his hands desperately, and Hermione kept giving her eyes to stop Longbottom from speaking.But being seen by Professor McGonagall, Longbottom rolled his eyes, and when he saw Draco, his face instantly turned gray-green.

"You two, come with me."

Father tactfully spoke to us before Professor McGonagall got mad at the four Gryffindors.Unfortunately, I keenly heard the impending doom in his silky smooth voice.

It sucks.

Draco and I followed Father back to his basement office.I've been brewing up all kinds of arguments along the way, but I'm sure they will be seen through by my father in a matter of seconds.

confinement?Well, as long as the Slytherin points are not deducted.I thought dejectedly.

"I'm assuming you're all sane and sane, so maybe you should explain why you're here near the Astronomy Tower at midnight?" Father said softly, the bottles and jars piled high on the shelves on either side of the office. And the specimen undoubtedly added a gloomy atmosphere, "Are the stars shining tonight? Or do you want to discuss some unfathomable academic issues?"

I stared at the hem of my robe, thinking it would be better to be silent.

"Godfather—" Draco said unwillingly, and his father aimed his firepower at him at once:

"Dear godson, I have to say, I am really curious about the reason in this world that the heir of the Malfoy family, who has always claimed to be calm and self-sufficient, can wander in the castle in the middle of the night? If you have any opinions on this, I am very happy I'd love to hear your opinion." His father's unfathomable eyes fixed on Draco, who seemed unable to utter a word, "Besides, please call me 'Professor' in school, Mr. Malfoy."

I felt my father's eyes move to me, and then he said in a whispering voice: "As for you, dear daughter, I have to remind you that please finish reading the book I gave you today before next Friday." And make sure you understand and remember every word of it, understand?"

I nodded hastily.

Father wrote something on a piece of parchment: "As Slytherins, you have certainly behaved demeaningly and utterly stupid. Internment. I repeat, if there was a next time it would not be an incarceration. Now, you can Go back to the dormitory, Violet, don't continue wandering the corridors or staring blankly in the lounge. And you stay here, Malfoy."