HP Dawn Night

"He suspected me, he knew I did it..."

Myrtle fluttered behind me: "He doesn't know, Dumbledore doesn't know everything." She comforted in a soft voice, and I turned on the tap to calm my mind with cold water:

"I'm so stupid, I should have thought of—" I stammered with a sob, "but I can't help it, I have no choice, and if I don't listen to him, he'll send for my mother. I rolled up my sleeves and wiped my face, "I should have left England early and transferred to Beauxbatons—"

"Who are you talking about 'he'?" Myrtle was confused. "That's not Dumbledore's style."

"The dark lord... the dark lord threatened me," I said, taking my mother's necklace out of my pocket, "threatening parents with children and vice versa, he's always been that way. I thought I could fool him...but no One can fool the Dark Lord, one can fool Dumbledore - he must know I did it. From the peach wine at the party to the poisonous blood on the wall... I should have been more careful..." I clenched the necklace tightly, and the cold sapphire embedded in my palm, "I have no other choice, he forced this—but what else can I do? It's only three things, Dumbledore must have realized that he himself is The real target... I can't poison the water again... I can't beat Dumbledore... The Dark Lord is going to kill my mother..." I suddenly realized what was lying in front of me The dilemma, this kind of pressure beyond expectations made me cry out uncontrollably.

"Have you talked to him?" Myrtle asked.

"Who?" I looked up at her in the mirror, "If you mean Draco...he's no better than me..." I wiped my tears.

"What did the Dark Lord tell him to do?"

"I don't know...he won't say...is there any more difficult task than mine?" I asked back, "I only have one last chance...neither the Dark Lord nor Dumbledore will let me have the chance Go on, maybe I'll die here. I mean, if he kills my mother—what am I going to do—"

"Wait a minute, you said earlier that you felt someone close to you was telling the Dark Lord?" Myrtle asked suddenly with interest.

This happens to be another point of desperation: "Yes, but the evidence has allowed me to rule out my two most skeptical people."

"Have you ever thought about someone else—this person may not necessarily have conflicts with you, but may have something to do with your parents..."

This time I looked directly back at her, and there was a strange excitement on Myrtle's face. "What do you know, Myrtle?" I asked suspiciously.

I didn't expect a female ghost hiding in the bathroom every day to say anything, but Myrtle nodded her head: "Oh... I don't want to say this, but I've been dead for decades. "She relished, "Sometimes I will move along the water pipe to listen to the secrets of those students."

It made me shudder to think of the basilisk: "Have you heard anything, Myrtle?" I demanded. "I know my father has offended a lot of people before—"

"No one Snape has offended will tell the Dark Lord," Myrtle said disapprovingly, "but... do you know about Signus Bird?"

I don't know anything about Signus, but I know Bulstrode. "I only know Millicent Burst." A feeling of uneasiness came over me, and I looked into Myrtle's eyes.

"The way you look at me reminds me of how I died!" she protested.

"Sorry," I looked away, "what does this have to do with Millicent?"

Myrtle giggled. "Signus is Millicent's father."

"I've heard rumors of her parentage—"

"Well, what I'm going to tell you is that Signus was married to your mother before," said Myrtle gloatingly. The whole family of Sid was cursed: those who died died, those who were crazy, those who were imprisoned...Anyway, the rumor that was popular back then was: Your mother brought the curse."

For a few short seconds, I said nothing.It took me a while to think over this long passage.Myrtle looked at my expression carefully, and seemed dissatisfied with this bland reaction.

"No, that's impossible." I shook my head slowly, "I've never heard of—"

"Oh, of course you haven't heard of it, and I don't think anyone of your generation knows about it. But Millicent Burst is probably not like that! I think she also thinks that her family's misfortune is that Because of your mother—”

I couldn't believe it: "Do you know anything more? More details?"

Myrtle seemed frustrated: "You know, eavesdropping alone won't make up any big news. You might as well ask someone else, for example..."

"Thank you for telling me this," I shuddered, "I feel, I feel that I need to be alone for a while..."

This is really scary...

Sitting in the deserted lounge I relived what Myrtle had said.For more than ten years, I knew nothing about it, and I knew very little about my parents' generation. I always thought that my mother used love potions to fascinate my father when she was young and impulsive.But it was never, and never was, revealed that she had ever been married.

I walked back to the dormitory silently, and the other three people had already fallen into a deep sleep. I couldn't help but lifted Millicent's bed curtain and stared at her: this strong, ordinary-looking, taciturn person actually had such an indirect relationship with me. Contact, could she be the snitch?Dormant by my side in obscurity because of hatred... I shudder, I used Millicent's wand to replicate the scene of the basilisk killing a few days ago, as far as I know she has not been asked to talk, so, if What happens when they find out that Millicent cast the spell?

I used to feel deeply sorry for this, and even thought that my plan had harmed many people... But now it seems that she is not necessarily innocent, assuming that Millicent is really the informer, then she will suddenly jump into a dangerous position.My previous rash actions may have saved myself indirectly... However, I am not sure how much information she stole in the dark - one of the principles I learned from the Dark Lord is: never expose your weaknesses to others, because That would be a handle.If Millicent knows too much, should I get rid of it and hurry?

But, I'm restlessly pacing the bedroom, do I need to ask my dad?Will he know more?What Myrtle told me disturbed my mind, almost as much my domestic confusion as my panic about the aftermath of the poison.If this is true, I have to re-examine the Slytherin pattern... Millicent suddenly became an important pawn.

I sat down on the edge of my own bed, how much hatred would it take for a man to endure six full years without giving away?If Myrtle hadn't told me, I'm afraid I would never have known about this past.

"Vio, why are you still awake?" Pansy complained in a daze, "Stop walking around!"

"immediately."

I suddenly felt that even this room had become dangerous.

The author has something to say:

Snape: Six years?I went undercover for 16 years! ! !

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