HP Dawn Night

On the day I returned to Hogwarts, I found that the atmosphere in the school had obviously changed—depressed, quiet, and dignified.

The ceiling showed the rainy night outside, and I took the opportunity to look at the people in the auditorium.

Amycus Carroll is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and his sister Alecto is the Muggle Studies teacher.I remembered the news about the disappearance of the Hogwarts Muggle Studies teacher in the "Daily Prophet" not long ago. There is no doubt that she has become another victim of the Dark Lord.I can't help but feel the creeps when I think of the Dark Lord's snake.

And the atmosphere at the Gryffindor long table was undoubtedly the worst, each of them was silent and exchanged glances with each other.Obviously, the departure of the savior Potter was not the biggest blow to them. The change in the personnel structure in Hogwarts was what made this college known for producing white wizards feel uneasy.

Another thing is that Draco and I have been promoted to the chairman of the male and female student unions. If it were normal, I would definitely feel that this is an honor.But now, from the principal to the professor to the chairman of the student union, all are Death Eaters without exception, and the power of the Dark Lord has begun to invade this castle. What my new identity brings is definitely not glory, but walking on thin ice and many dangers.

Pansy and Blaise took our place as Slytherin prefects.Although Daphne did not get any titles in the new round of changes, this did not prevent the other people on the Slytherin table from looking at her with doubt or fear.She sat across from Knott and had a "good conversation" with him.

"Where is Astoria being held?" I asked Draco as the party began.

He replied in a voice that was absolutely impossible for others to hear: "Dungeon."

"Hogwarts still has a dungeon?"

"Yes." Draco said, "It has been abandoned for many years, but I'm afraid it will be resumed from this year."

"The Carlo brothers and sisters are fond of the Cruciatus Curse, I hope they don't do too much." I glanced at the Carlo brothers and sisters sitting together from a distance.

Pansy poked at the food on her plate apprehensively. "They're sure to bring the Unforgivable Curses into the classroom."

"Fake Moody's already done that in fourth grade," Blaise said. "I'm more concerned that they're going to use the Unforgivable Curse on students ... as punishment."

"It's inevitable." I took a deep breath, "I'm going to Astoria tonight, Draco, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course." He nodded, Pansy and Blaise wanted to talk, but Draco interrupted them first, "You can't go, our status as Death Eaters can not attract the attention of the Carlo brothers and sisters, but your words It's different."

Pansy dismissed the idea angrily.But Blaise reminded us: "You have to be careful of Daphne, she will definitely pay special attention to your actions."

I raised my head, and just in time to meet Daphne's eyes, she looked away first.

"Is she really Rozier's heir?" Pansy asked in a low voice.

"Nobody knows. That's where it gets tricky." Draco sighed, "We can't use the Blood Charm to test if she's really related to Rozier, but she's got the Dark Lord A token given to Rozier. In other words, it is difficult for us to find direct evidence to overthrow her identity."

"Maybe we should look up Rozier's family history," Brace suggested.

"I tried to look it up." Draco shook his head dejectedly. "Rozier Manor was burned to the ground in a fire in 1982, and nothing was left. I only managed to find a family tree, indeed. Suspicious: Cornelia Rozier's mother was removed from the family tree, but I couldn't even figure out her name."

"What a mess," I said. "Anyway, Draco and I are going to meet Astoria tonight to see if she knows something."

"Daphne—"

"I don't mind doing it to her." My hand clenched my wand tightly. "We should all be aware that many people will bleed and even die this year."

"I'm ready to fight at any time." Pansy shrugged and exchanged glances with Blaise. "Then we'll stay in the common room to find out the news and wait for you to come back by the way."

After the banquet, I found Amycus: "Professor Carlo, would you mind if Draco and I practice the spell on Astoria Greengrass?"

Amycus and I looked at each other for a moment, and he twitched his lips: "Of course, Snape, just don't hit her too hard and kill her."

"It's just some little charm suitable for punishing disobedient students, Professor, and you are the real expert in this field."

Amycus has no reason to refuse my request.

The entrance to the dungeon was not too far from the Slytherin lounge, by a hidden staircase in an unlit corner.

"There's going to be some water down there, so it's best to give yourself a waterproofing charm first." Draco reminded, tapping his and my robes with his wand, then lighting up the top of the wand, and the fluorescent lights hovered in front of us. And down the narrow stairs.

After walking along the stairs for about 2 minutes, a wide corridor appeared in front of our eyes.

"I'll have to seal this up so no one wants to come in." I waved my wand at the end of the stairs. "Phantom Slate! Shut your ears and listen!"

Draco lit the candles in the dungeon with a wave of his wand, and I saw Astoria locked in a cell at the end of the corridor. She saw us from a distance, and rushed over to grab the railing and begged, "Help Me, Snape. Please let me out—"

"Hush!" I yelled, and when I got closer, I realized that Astoria was neatly dressed but looked haggard. Obviously, although she received good treatment in Malfoy Manor, Daphne's shadow made her restless for a moment .

"Draco, Draco—"

"Don't do to Draco what you did to Nott, Astoria." I pointed my wand directly at her, and Astoria took a few steps back in horror, leaning against the stone tremblingly. On the wall, "There are still so many old scores between us that have not been settled. You better not make me angry before my patience runs out."

"Times are different, Astoria. You should understand that you are now a prisoner," Draco warned. "Obviously, we are not here to rescue you."

"What are you trying to do—"

"Tell me, is Daphne a descendant of Rozier?"

"I don't know." Astoria sobbed suddenly, "Draco, please, let me—"

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

With a scream, Astoria covered her face and slid down the wall to the floor.

"It's just a little jinx, Astoria. If you don't cooperate, Cruciatus is waiting for you." I looked down at her, "Now, answer my question."

Astoria sobbed and cried: "I don't know! I really don't know..."

"So, the Dark Lord said that you were the result of Mrs. Greengrass' affair, is it true or not?"

"It's fake, it must be fake, my father was so good to me!" Astoria cried, "Daphne must be doing it! Please let me out, I don't know anything, Daphne I just want revenge—”

"Revenge for what?"

"Revenge for her being unfavored in the family, what else is there, she has been jealous of me, anyone can see it! Snape, please let me out, please—"

"Shut up!" I yelled, I couldn't stand Astoria's endless screaming and crying.

"Use Veritaserum or Dementia, Vio." Draco suggested, "She's not proficient in brain defense."

I nodded.

"Dementor!" Astoria froze in place, not moving.

After a while, Draco turned his head: "Things are more complicated than we thought, Vio. Daphne is not a descendant of Rozier, she is a child of Mr. Greengrass. But Astoria's memory shows that Green The Glasses mentioned Daphne's twin during their argument."

"Daphne has a twin brother?"

"Dead as a baby." Draco looked back at Astoria, "This is something she heard in a quarrel many years ago, so long ago, even she herself may have forgotten this matter."

"Wait a minute—" I gripped Draco's robe sleeves tightly, "Did you just say that Daphne is Mr. Greengrass' child?"

"Yes, her biological mother was not Mrs. Greengrass."

"The Source of Life Project." I whispered.

"I'm afraid so."

"This way things will make sense." I suddenly understood the ins and outs of the matter, "Let's go back and find Pansy and Blaise, and I know what's going on!"

Olivia Burstace's note to me, Mrs. Parkinson's messy phrases, Cornelia Rozier's relationship with Barty Jr.  …

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