HP Dawn Night

"She's much better, but still weak," Millison reported to me another evening. "When I went this evening she was crying and begging me to let her out."

The farce in Defense Against the Dark Arts class that day made Amycus suspicious of Daphne and Theodore, and I took the opportunity to suggest that he put Millicent in charge of Astoria-the so-called "care" is Means to make sure she doesn't die or go crazy.

"Snape, do you think Nott's statement is true?" Amycus asked me.

"I don't know." I said, "You are much older than me. You must know that it is always difficult to judge true and false in this world."

And Millison made Astoria take a certain amount of potion every day according to my assignment.I'm not a professional healer, and Cruciatus damage is often irreversible, so I had to try to get Millicent to give Astoria some basic palliatives, vitality tonics, and water of death.

Pan Xi sarcastically said: "Her begging for mercy is worthless, now Astoria is a tricky hornet's nest, the best solution is to leave her alone."

"Tell her to take this tomorrow." I took out a small bottle of pale pink potion and handed it to Millicent.

"Love potion?" Blaise raised his brows high.

"Ecstasy." I explained, "It's not the same as the Ecstasy Potion. It works like a catalyst." I handed another bottle of the same color potion to Blaise, "You and Draco's task is to let Theo Take more of this."

"What about us?" Pansy asked. "I've had enough of staying up every other day to make rounds. Our lives should be more meaningful."

"Both Vio and I got up in the early hours of the morning to patrol around." Draco said sarcastically, "We are lucky to see the sunrise every day. If you want, we are willing to exchange with you at any time."

"Yeah, I watched the sunrise every day, and then fell asleep in a certain class in the afternoon." I held up the third bottle of Lan Yingying's potion, "The effect of the drug is to make people irritable and impulsive. For Daphne."

"I'm looking forward to their head-to-head confrontation," Pansy said almost gleefully.

"Don't be so optimistic," Draco reminded her darkly, "Daphne's sure to beat Theodore, and we can't let Theodore kill her or something—ah!" With a cry, at the same time I jumped up from the sofa, my left arm felt a burning pain, as if someone was burning my skin with a flame, I rolled up my sleeves, and saw the Dark Mark turning red rapidly:

"How-"

Draco yanked my sleeve off, "Stay out of here!"

Pansy quickly turned around to check on other people, but luckily no one saw it.

"This is how the same thing?"

"The Dark Lord is calling Death Eaters who aren't assigned a mission, and he's angry," Draco explained through gritted teeth, "Normally it doesn't hurt this much."

"I know." I gasped hissingly, "So what happened?"

"I have no idea--"

"Snape, Malfoy," a junior student with a pale complexion fell in from outside the stone wall, and he stumbled over, "The headmaster asked you to go to his office."

"Do you know what's going on?" Draco asked.

The student looked panicked: "The thief..."

I reacted quickly and looked at Draco quickly: "They want to break into the office, Dumbledore's Army."

"Let's go." Draco grabbed his wand and put it in his pocket, the burning sensation on his left arm had faded a bit, and I couldn't help but wonder what made the Dark Lord really angry.Not even Potter had felt such pain before escaping from him.

When Draco and I rushed to the principal's office, it was no surprise to see three people standing inside: Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood, and on the desk was a The broken box and the sword were placed not far away.

"Professor Snape." Draco reminded him of our existence. I stepped forward a little and saw Weasley and Longbottom had a determined expression on their faces, while Lovegood rarely He frowned and stared at the ground.

"These three thieves tried to break into my office and steal the sword. Fortunately, I caught them on the stairs in time." Dad sneered and waved his wand. The broken box was put back together, and he put the sword away. "Deducting points and confinement obviously can't teach these three warriors anything, so—"

"Principal, we heard that a thief broke in."

I turned around, and it was the Carlo brothers and sisters who walked in.

"Filch told you?" Dad said dryly. "Yes, these three students tried to break into my office and steal the previous headmaster's belongings."

I'm almost sure some of the portraits on the wall laughed faintly.

"Really?" Alecto's eyes lit up. "You should teach them a lesson, Headmaster—"

"That's exactly what I thought." Dad waved at us. "Put them in a dungeon..."

"Very well, I believe you will enjoy my Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Amycus looked at them one by one with a smile, "The next class happens to be to learn the Imperius Curse."

"You misunderstood me, Amycus. These three students are pure-bloods," Dad reminded. "Put them in a cell in the dungeon, and let them out in three days."

"Such a punishment is too light!"

I think Amycus's protest is justified.

"Don't you want everyone to know that I'm an unconvincing principal?" Dad replied coldly, and Amycus was afraid to speak for a while, "If there are no experiments in your class, just pick some The mixed-race students are well - take them away."

Draco pulled out his wand with a flick, and three ropes jumped out to tie their backs behind their backs.

"Don't play tricks." I warned, the three of them lined up obediently, and obediently walked out of the principal's office.

"Let us go!" But the Weasley girl started to struggle as soon as I got out of the headmaster's office, and I could tell she wanted to get her wand:

"Disarm you! Disarm you! Disarm you!"

Three wands flew into my hand, and I shook them: "Don't get too excited, little girl, or I can break them easily."

She stared at me resentfully: "Damn Death Eater—"

"Lock tongue and throat shut," Draco said. "Is this the only way you can be quiet?"

"You are as ignorant as your brother."

Ginny Weasley glared at me bitterly.

We walked all the way to the dungeon in silence, and Astoria curled up in the cell at the end, as if he had fallen asleep under the influence of the water of life and death.Draco and I put the three new prisoners into three cells respectively, and cast the tongue-locking spell and the ear-closing spell.

"Would you like to have a private word with Longbottom?" Draco asked.

"Now is not a good time." I signaled him to look at Longbottom who was in the cell with an angry face, "Tomorrow."

"You know—" Draco said abruptly, pointing to the remaining cells, "this place will be full soon."

"That's for sure." I turned and walked out of the dungeon, "Dad found a reasonable excuse today to avoid them punishing the students, but the Carlos and sisters will never be satisfied with it."

"I have a feeling that this semester is like a year."

"Really?" I laughed. "You can't wait for the day when the war starts?"

"I didn't say that!"

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