HP Dawn Night

Dad didn't come back until Sunday morning.

I was woken up by the movement downstairs, Pansy was still sound asleep beside me.I stepped over her lightly and climbed out of bed, and when I opened the door, I found that it was my father who hadn't come home all night.

"What about your actions?" I think they missed Potter, otherwise the Dark Lord would not have summoned the Death Eaters to rally.

Dad motioned for me to follow him into the cellar, and waited for him to close the door before saying, "The Dark Lord himself joined the hunt, but Potter escaped... Mad-Eye Moody is dead, and I hit him with the Shadowless Curse." Someone was killed. The Death Eaters were mostly safe, and the Dark Lord tried to catch Potter, but—" He stopped abruptly.

"what?"

"Potter's wand did some wonderful things... he escaped anyway, and the Dark Lord was furious, and he severely punished a few Death Eaters for dragging their feet."

"He still thinks it's the wand?" I asked in a low voice. "But...but how is that possible? The wand chooses the wizard. The Dark Lord's wand should be the most suitable for him."

"Twin wand cores—the cores of the Dark Lord's and Potter's wands are both phoenix tail feathers, from the same phoenix, Fawkes." Dad replied, "Dumbledore thinks there is a connection between Potter and the Dark Lord's wands, It's like twin brothers, so one wand doesn't want to kill the other."

"Dumbledore told you that?" I asked. "The Dark Lord knew about the connection, and that's why he wanted to find a new wand?"

"He may not know why, but the Dark Lord must have sensed his wand's reluctance to attack Potter." Dad poured himself a glass of water.

"Dad," I recalled what my mother had told me, "did the Dark Lord send someone to Germany to find a wand?"

Dad paused: "Wand? No, no. He's looking for a wandmaker." He hesitated, and I encouraged: "You can tell me everything, and maybe it will be helpful for me too." help."

"The Dark Lord believes in the existence of the fabled Elder Wand, so he is doing everything in his power to find it."

"But the Deathly Hallows is just a legend."

However, Dad didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he shook his head: "Not necessarily..."

"how?"

"Potter has an invisibility cloak."

I almost laughed: "Dad, there is more than one invisibility cloak in this world."

"That one is different. It was passed down to him by Potter's father." Dad was silent for a moment before continuing. "I've seen it, and it's not like any other invisibility cloak. Better, more effective, It can resist the Flying Curse, it is not an ordinary invisibility cloak."

"But no one has ever seen the Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand," I said. "Even if Potter's Invisibility Cloak is unusual, that doesn't prove that the Deathly Hallows are real."

"Maybe. At least I hope the Deathly Hallows don't exist."

"Potter said he'd try to get in touch with me, do you think that's possible?" I asked cautiously.Dad shook his head:

"If he wants to come and meet you himself, that's nearly impossible. Death Eaters are roaming around, and everyone can't wait to catch Potter and claim credit for the Dark Lord. He might be able to do it the other way, but the Death Eaters Already ready for the next attack, Potter's plans could be disrupted at any moment."

"next time?"

"After a while...after they can take down the Ministry of Magic." As soon as Dad finished speaking, some noises came from upstairs.

"Dad, is Draco okay?"

He stared at me for a moment. "You can't expect a happy life with a Dark Lord at home, but at least he's unscathed."

The stairs creaked, and the footsteps seemed to be Pansy and Blaise going downstairs.

Dad opened the cellar door and walked up the stairs, I followed him.

"Good morning, Professor Snape." Blaise greeted him very relaxedly and cheerfully, while Pansy asked me with a sleepy face:

"What's breakfast, Vio?"

"I repeat, Miss Parkinson, my house is not a hotel and my daughter is not a house-elf."

His tone seemed to be talking to Potter, with a gloomy and malicious feeling for no reason.Pansy woke up immediately: "I'm sorry, Professor, what I just wanted to say was 'What would you like for breakfast, Vio?'"

Blaise walked into the kitchen with a flexible mind: "Trust me, Professor, breakfast will be served in 15 minutes." This sentence paused when he saw that there was only some butter and bread in the pantry, but Blaise quickly calmed down , waving his wand and directing the kitchen utensils to work, while my dad continued to say to Pansy:

"Miss Parkinson, since you have such leisure every day, I think I can arrange some work for you and Mr. Zabini."

"Of course, Professor," said Pansy respectfully, "we will be at your service."

"I'm sure you guys will be happy to come and help me clean it up." Dad waved his hand casually. "Look, it's a mess here. And some furniture needs repairing." He pointed to a rickety chair, "It would be great if you guys would give me a complete overhaul."

"No problem, Professor."

I made a face behind my dad's back, but he suddenly turned his head: "As for you, although you can't use magic, I believe you will be happy to help me clean the cauldron, organize the books, and wash the potion bottle. right?"

"Yes, Dad."

At this time, Blaise had directed the plate to fly to everyone, and the buttered bread inside gave off a tempting aroma.I quickly took a piece:

"Thanks, Blaise, this is the first time I've had freshly baked bread in days!"

Dad gave me a cold look, while Brace made an application: "Professor, if you don't mind me filling the vacancy in the food room, I believe everyone's quality of life will be qualitatively improved."

"I have to go out today, too."

Everyone looked at me together.

"I'd like to go to Burstead Manor, which is the Millison's house." I looked at Pansy and said, "Obviously, the mystery of Daphne's life that plagues us can only be solved from the previous generation."

"Olivia Burst has been crazy for years," said Pa.

"There's always something we can get. There's Olivia out there, and Millicent and old Mrs. Bulstrode. There's always something we can know."

"I don't advise you to do that, Vio." Papa warned suddenly and solemnly. "Old Mrs. Burst will not welcome you."

I know why, but I have to go: "Mr. Parkinson doesn't welcome me either, but I've managed to bring some news."

Pansy burst out laughing, and she patted the crumbs on her fingers: "I'll go with you, Vio, and I can show your entourage so you don't have to use magic outside the school. Old Mrs. Burst and I Shouldn't there be any grudges?"

"Would old Mrs. Burst throw a Killing Curse out of nowhere like Mr. Parkinson?"

Under Pansy's and I's intense gazes, Dad put the plate heavily on the table: "Let me warn you first, sometimes women are more difficult than men. The latter will only fight you with a wand, and the former will fight you without any magic power." It will give you a splitting headache."

"Then I'll show her my Dark Mark." I said, "Since her son and I are colleagues, she can't drive me out."

"I'll prepare lunch and wait for you to come back." Blaise shrugged, "It's finally time for me to show my cooking skills."

"Maybe old Mrs. Burst will invite us to dinner." Pansy laughed, "Goodbye."

After a suffocating squeeze, Pansy led me to Apparate outside the gates of Burstead Manor.

"This place—"

"—a bit miserable."

We said tacitly.The manor in front of me should have looked very grand a few years or decades ago, but now the outside of the building has been covered by vines growing unscrupulously, and the exposed brick walls are dusty, and dilapidated buildings can even be seen from a distance. mosaic windows.In the garden, the weeds regenerate, except for the weeds, which are dead plants.

"Are you sure you brought it to the wrong place?" I asked, "There are still people living here?"

"I'm pretty sure this is Bulstrode Manor." Pansy stepped forward with a frown. The iron gate was rusted and damaged, and it wasn't even closed. It seemed that Bulstrode Manor didn't even set a protective spell.Pansy took out her wand and knocked on the iron door, which creaked and opened completely, "Come on, maybe we will be warmly welcomed."

Walking through the deserted courtyard and up the stairs to the foyer, I still wonder if the place has been abandoned: "Perhaps Millicent has moved."

"That's impossible, wizards don't leave their ancestral home easily."

"Seriously, now you, me, and Blaise, who live in their ancestral home?"

Pansy glared at me and tugged on the rope hanging by the door.I heard the ringing of bells and bells in the house.

"What if there's really no one here?" I couldn't help asking, the place looked like it hadn't been properly maintained for at least ten years.

"We could go to school and look for Millicent, but I strongly suspect she doesn't know anything either."

At this time, an old voice came from the door: "Who is ringing the bell to be a guest? There is no Signus here, no Marguerite, no feasts and feasts. Only the dying old lady here , a dying woman, a dying girl—”

The door was opened, and an old witch wearing a gorgeous robe that was popular about 20 years ago appeared in front of Pansy and me: "Who are you—" Her eyes froze on my face, "I remember you, you Once brought a curse, now what do you want to take away?"

So it is not a good thing to look too much like either parent.

Judging from my recent experience of going abroad, I suspect that old Mrs. Burst's mind is not normal either.

Pansy stomped on me calmly, and I immediately realized, "I just want a memory."

"You are not welcome." As she said that, she wanted to close the door, and I stepped forward in time to block her movement, while rolling up my sleeves: "Look at this, old Mrs. Burst, you must know this one, right?"

The black Dark Mark appeared in front of the old Mrs. Burst, and she suddenly grabbed my arm: "It's him!"

"Yes," I whispered, "he's back."

"He should know that Signus has always been loyal to him!" Old Mrs. Bulstrode's voice suddenly rose, "My only son died in Azkaban because of him! My beloved daughter will never die because he fell into a long dream Wake up! The Dark Lord should give me the highest honor to make up for the pain in my heart for the past 20 years!"

Everyone thinks they have a place next to the Dark Lord these days.Bellatrix and Malfoy were in front, Rozier and Burst behind.I hastened and cautiously asked: "Can we go in now, Mrs. Burst?"

"No one has called me that in years," muttered Mrs. Bistrode, stepping back to let us in. "Since the curse fell, since Signus was imprisoned."

Although the hall in front of you is dilapidated, you can still see its luxurious appearance in the past, but the faded gray or damaged and incomplete furniture proves that this place has long lost its glory.

"The days are getting darker and darker every day, and finally one day, even the house-elf no longer appears." Old Mrs. Burst motioned us to sit down in the dining room. Corrosion." She waved her wand and let two broken teacups fall in front of me and Pansy, "So, what is the purpose of your visit, uninvited guests?"

"There's something I want to know," I said, "about Rozier—"

"Don't mention that name in front of me!" Old Mrs. Burst suddenly yelled furiously, the teapot in her hand exploded with a bang, "Rozier, Rozier, if there is still a chance, I must slaughter them with my own hands ! But they died, bringing their own destruction..."

"They haven't," I said. "A third Rozier has appeared, and the Dark Lord trusts her, and he wants to give her all the glory—as her ancestors had."

"Lies! Rozier destroyed my family, my poor Cygnus, my unfortunate Olivia! How dare those scumbags continue—" Old Mrs. Burst suddenly turned around, staring at me sharply , "Who told you this? Those are secrets, and they should be buried in the ground with the dead..."

"They didn't all die," Pansy said suddenly. "The ones who lived told me the secret."

The old Mrs. Burst looked at her fixedly: "You remind me of some guests who came to visit in the past..."

"My mother is as crazy as her old friend Olivia, and she told me some incomplete past in her unconscious words." Pansy looked back at Mrs. Burst, "You may know her, Her name is Hyacins."

"Ah . She was still awake and confused...then she was gone..."

"The Dark Lord is back with a man who claims to be Rosier, Mrs. Bulstrode," I said. "She says she is Evan and Cornelia's only daughter, but we don't believe it... The Dark Lord is very Trust her, she will be entrusted with important tasks soon, do you want to see that day? The Rozier family dominates and becomes the minister of the Dark Lord. No one will remember the dead Signus, and no one will remember Crazy Olivia, no one will think of the fallen Burst—”

"I've only seen Cornelia Rosier a few times," said Mrs. Burst suddenly. "She bowed to Signus and then parted ways with him. Just as she once saw Berrard Ricks was an icon and then wanted to replace him."

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