HP Dawn Night

We soon discovered that Umbridge had far more than the four of us on his side.Although the range is wide, her choices are also extremely targeted, and none of them is not from Slytherin-this shows how deeply the hostile relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin is in the hearts of the people.

"Montay and Warrington hang out under Gryffindor Tower every day," Blaise said. "Montay doesn't even care about Quidditch practice."

"Crabbe and Goyle are very active, too," Pansy reported. "The last time Vio and I met them at your practice, they were sneaking up on the fifth-floor stairs, and I basically Make sure they're talking about Potter."

I raised my notebook to block a yawn: "But we can't do anything." I pointed to the mountains of homework, "Now that we can't even do these things, how can we have time to help Umbridge keep an eye on Potter and the others? "

"At the same time, I want to remind you that we haven't been there for a week." Pansy rolled her eyes and fell wearily on her paper.

"We're a bit overwhelmed already, aren't we?" Draco rubbed his eyes and continued with his paper. "Not many fifth graders can make it this time of year."

A few days ago Hannah Abbot broke down and burst into tears in herbal medicine class. She said she would definitely fail, whimpered that she was too stupid to pass the exam, and wanted to leave school now.Fortunately, Professor Sprout dissuaded her in time and took her to the infirmary.According to reliable gossip, Madam Pomfrey was not surprised by this at all, because there are a large number of students who cannot bear the pressure at this time of year.

"I think Pansy has a point," Blaise said. "Defense Against the Dark Arts has a practical part, and we need to practice."

"Today must be too late, too late." I looked at the pendulum clock.

Pansy opened his eyes: "Then tomorrow."

I had to remind her: "Draco and I are not in charge of tomorrow's prefect round—"

"—whatever it is." Draco stretched. "Almost no one goes there on the eighth floor, as long as we're careful."

"That's right." Pansy looked at me with burning eyes.

I set my sights on Blaise, expecting him to support me, but Blaise just shrugged slightly.I sighed, "Okay, but we still have to wait until curfew."

Draco grinned, and Pansy gave him a high-five unabashedly.I raise my eyebrows.She quickly explained: "The exam is too stressful, you need a little relaxation. Waving a magic wand is more fun than writing a thesis."

"I didn't expect that the frequency of our violation of school rules reached the commanding height in the fifth grade."

"Don't say it so early, Violet. Maybe this is just a rising point." Blaise rolled up the parchment, "By the way, I finished my transfiguration homework!"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Pansy cried out like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

The next night, we walked towards the eighth floor as usual, the only difference is that this time our actions were much more cautious.

"It's McMillan and Abbott on duty tonight." I whispered as we groped our way down the corridor, "They should have just come out of the Hufflepuff common room by now, we're going to get ahead of them Go up to the second floor."

"Filch is usually near the library at this time, we have to avoid it." Draco beckoned, and led us up a hidden staircase, "It's a bit farther from here, but it's safer... generally No one is going to go from here."

"What about the professor?" Pansy lowered her voice and whispered, "Won't they go from here?"

"Not really. The Bloody Baron often floats here and there eeriely." Draco looked up at the winding stairs, "but he's obviously not here today."

"Lucky," Pansy said sarcastically.

"Shh!" I held up a finger, and Pansy immediately fell silent.We lurked around the corner and listened for a while, except for the sound of rushing water, there was silence.

"That bathroom is always broken," Brace mumbled.Draco pressed his ear to the wall vigilantly, and after a while he seemed to relax:

"nobody."

We arrived at our destination without incident - far more smoothly than we could have imagined.

"Okay, now let's go back and forth three times here..." Pansy whispered excitedly.I close my eyes and mentally say the house I need.

Once... twice... three times...

"Come on!" I opened my eyes, but what I saw was still a motionless wall.

"What's going on here?" Pansy stared at the wall as stable as a mountain with her tongue open. How could there be a shadow of a door on it?

Even the dancing troll stopped and looked at us suspiciously.

"Did Professor Snape say that this method would fail?" Blaise looked at me.

I tried my best to recall what my father had said. This room had obviously existed for a long time.He didn't mention anything that would suddenly disappear.I shook my head: "It makes no sense to see you."

"Shall we try again?" Draco suggested, "Maybe one of us was distracted just now."

But a few minutes later, the wall remained unchanged.

"It's impossible!" I couldn't help raising my voice, "There must be something wrong..." I stepped forward impatiently to check the wall, and Draco caught me just in time:

"No, we'd better go back first."

"Why?" I asked.

"In case someone notices our movements and deliberately tampers with it—" Draco looked a little nervous, "Let's go back quickly."

"Where are you going?" A slow, arrogant voice sounded.

"Monta?"

Blaise's tone was not terribly unexpected.When I turned around, Montague was standing across from us with his arms folded, his wand pointed straight at us.There was a distorted and insolent smile on his face: "That's right, it's me."

"You're following us?" Pansy glared at him sullenly.

A faint smile crossed Montague's face: "It seems that your attitude has offended others, Parkinson."

"Someone told you?" I stepped forward. "Who?" Theodore Knott or Daphne Greengrass?Anger surged in my heart, no matter who it is, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

"It doesn't matter who it is," Draco pressed my shoulder, and he frowned at Montague, "What do you want?"

"Take you to the Senior Prosecutor so she can see... what she thinks her trusted ally is like behind her back, what kind of organization is sneaking behind her back..." He gripped his wand tightly, There was an abnormal frenzy burning in the eyes, "You four, follow me, hurry up!"

"Why are we going with you?" Brace asked back in a relaxed tone, he could almost be called having a pleasant conversation with Montague, "You may not know that we are actually taking this opportunity to find out about Bo Chief's lead. Glad we've made some progress, and if you're going to take us to the top prosecutor at this time—" He smiled, "we'd love to."

"Stop talking nonsense, Zabini. Do you think I don't understand what you're doing?" Montague was unmoved, he even glanced at Blaise contemptuously, with a proud look on his face , "It's useless to me to play tricks. Maybe after tonight, there will be four fewer people in Hogwarts..." He suddenly smiled strangely, "No, five." Montaigne The wand pointed at me, "And your dear good father, Professor Snape."

"Damned!" I called out quickly, pointing at him with my wand, and the technique my father taught me worked so well that Montague was hit by my spell before he could even react.He was thrown into the air, stayed in the air for a few seconds, and then hit the wall hard.

I put down my wand - I'm not the only one.

"That's quick, Vio," Draco said.

"You're not bad either," I whispered. "You two—?" I looked back at Pencey and Blaise.They both looked at me in unison.

"A subconscious reaction." Blaise explained calmly.

Pansy stuffed his wand back into his pocket: "Always be ready, for the war."

"It's yours." Draco muttered with a smile, still clutching his wand, "Then what should he do?"

Pan Xi stepped forward and looked at Montague who collapsed on the ground unconscious, showing a disgusted expression.She slowly put her hand into her pocket: "We'd better erase his memory to prevent him from talking nonsense after he wakes up." She pointed at Montague with her wand: "Forget nothing!"

If the Forgetting Curse is not used well, it is easy to cause accidents, but no one stopped Pansy at this time.I personally think it's safer to mess with Montague's memory than to let him keep it.

"Okay." Pansy put down her wand, and she moved her wrist uncomfortably, "It's a little uncomfortable. But I think I succeeded, at least he won't be able to figure out why he's here when he wakes up."

"That's good." I nodded.

"We can't just leave him here, can we?" Blaise objected, "We'd better arrange a reasonable scene, otherwise if he is discovered by others, it will cause other troubles."

"That makes sense." Draco was the first to nod in agreement. He took the initiative to grab Montague's arm, and greeted, "Give me a hand, and we'll drag him into the bathroom."

The faucet in the bathroom was broken and water was gushing out of it.We dropped Montague on the ground and I stared at the sink for a few seconds when a brilliant idea occurred to me: "Where's his wand?"

Draco bent down and took his wand from Montague: "Here."

"This spell is not as terrible as a thunderbolt explosion, but it will also make a lot of noise, so we have to run quickly, otherwise we will be in trouble if we attract others." I raised Montague's wand, pointed at the pool, "Shenfeng Wuying!"

"Let's go!" Amidst the cracking tiles and the louder water flow, we rushed towards the stairs at the fastest speed.

"Here!" Draco ran down the stairs we came from, the sound of aftershocks still sounded far behind, I believe someone will rush there within a minute, and then the unconscious Montague and the messy scene will be found.

"Hush!" Before I could react, I was suddenly pulled behind the armor.Then I heard Filch's pattering footsteps:

"Peeves! I'll have to skin him when I catch him!" He climbed up the stairs panting.

"We'd better hurry up," Pansy whispered.

A few minutes later, we slump down on the sofa in the lounge, breathless and relieved.

The author has something to say:

Can't get into the Room of Requirement because Harry and the others are inside :)

Poor Montague...