HP Dawn Night

The Dark Lord surprisingly didn't punish anyone, and he even seemed to be in a good mood.

"How can I blame you for your accidental mistakes, Lucius, Bella?" he said slowly. Turns out it was Uncle Lucius' wand.

"Owner?"

"I don't need it anymore." The Dark Lord looked at the other wand in his hand, "I found a better... stronger..."

His tone was odd, with a chilling fascination.I quietly raised my eyes to look at the wand, inappropriately questioning whether it could be the fabled Elder Wand.

Before Bellatrix could react, I managed to escape from Malfoy Manor with Pansy and Blaise under the cover of Draco.

"What if they find out, Draco?" Blaise refused to leave in front of the gate, "They won't let you go."

"Yes," Pansy nodded desperately, "we can wait until the day when school starts."

"You have to wait until then." I persuaded, "The identities of the two of you cannot withstand scrutiny. They can find out what you have done after a little investigation."

"Don't worry, I can put all the responsibility on Potter. Instead, you two are more dangerous."

"but--"

"Now is not a good time to be entangled," Draco said unquestionably, "You don't want to cause more trouble by procrastinating, do you?"

The Dark Lord is close at hand.This sentence successfully shut them both up.

"Well, I'll be back when I get the chance." I looked at Draco.He shook his head:

"You'd better stay at home, I can't even stay in this place."

"Draco..." I was a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about me. I'm getting used to the Dark Lord's presence now, and I'm afraid I'll still miss him if he does move away!"

"That's the worst joke I've ever heard, Draco!"

"Hey, if you have something to say, can you talk about it later." Blaise interjected sullenly, "Didn't you say that Pansy and I are in a more dangerous situation?"

I grabbed him and Pansy decisively and turned around in a circle.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the black door in front of him.I pulled it open and beckoned them both to go in.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Blaise stared hesitantly at the portrait on the wall covered by a curtain.

"Basically, if you don't mess with something—"

"Dirty bastard! Desecrate the mansion of my ancestors!"

We were startled, a picture on the wall roared suddenly, the curtains were pulled aside suddenly, the old lady in the picture frame was wearing a black hat, her skin was yellow, and she cursed at us hoarsely: " Mudbloods, werewolves, look what he brought—"

The ear-piercing sound was worse than Avada Kedavra, Pansy and I drew our wands and pointed them at her.

"Can we cast a spell on the portrait?"

"I don't know." I stared at the crazy old lady.

"We are all pure blood!" Blaise, the only one without a weapon, shouted in a broken voice. "Really, my family tree is pure for five generations!"

"Shut up! Black's blood is as clear as Felicia for thirty generations!" The old lady cursed louder, "Those who defile my house..."

"Hey, we come from a clean family, raised by house-elves. My name is Parkinson, his is Zabini, and hers—"

"Watson!" I yelled. "We have nothing to do with a Mudblood or a werewolf!"

The curtains on either side of the portrait were suddenly snapped shut.

"What is this!" Blaise protested. "Are you sure this house is habitable?"

"I swear the portrait didn't make any sound when I was here last time." I turned my head and looked at the lifeless living room, "Well, if you play lightly, it should still be possible to live here...at least their house The bedrooms are well furnished.”

"I'm not sure if there are spiders crawling out of under the mattress." Pansy stared at a large spider crawling quickly on the ceiling with distaste.

"You two," I reminded, "you are also considered fugitives now. You can't expect to lie comfortably in a top-notch hotel and have breakfast delivered to your bed by a waiter every day, can you? As for the house, it’s also…”

"No!" they both said in unison.

"Why can't we live in Spinner's End? We live there a lot in the summer."

Pansy sneered loudly: "Professor Snape will soak you in a glass bottle."

Blaise had the look of hearing that Christmas had been cancelled.

"Swoon-"

"Don't do it!"

"Longbottom?" I held up my wand suspiciously. "What are you doing hiding here?"

"Want to see if I can run into you by chance." Neville stepped out from behind the armor he was hiding in.I looked at the dark corridor behind me:

"Fortunately for you, the Carlo brothers and sisters are not at school tonight... What are you looking for me for?"

"We need some help," said Neville eagerly. "Well, Ginny hasn't been back since Easter—"

"Yes, but as far as I know she was not taken by the Death Eaters," I said, "your friend Potter took a bunch of captives from Malfoy Manor during Easter, like your Luna and a Someone named Dean or Dawn..."

"It's Dean."

"He also took several wands, including Draco's and Bellatrix's."

Neville's face immediately glowed, as if he had snatched it away by himself.

"how?"

"He's Harry!" Neville said triumphantly, and he finally restrained his complacency when he saw my eyes. "There are more and more people in the Room of Requirement, and we can't get enough food. It It's a supernormal performance that conjures up a bed and a bathroom, but..."

"My house-elf didn't bring you food?"

"He brought me a meal for one at noon every day at your command, and when I asked him if he could bring more, he said something about house-elf rules."

"I see. The elf only obeys the master's orders, and it's impossible for it to deliver food back and forth to all of you...Let me think about it." I motioned for Neville to follow, "I'll take you to a place .”

I led him down the stairs, and after a few twists and turns, we came to an oil painting of a pear. I reached out and scratched the pear. It shook and suddenly turned into a doorknob. .I grabbed it and twisted it hard, opening the oil painting from the outside to the inside, and what appeared in front of us was a brightly lit kitchen.

Neville was dumbfounded: "This is—"

There are hundreds of elves inside, and when they saw us coming, they made excited calls and retreated respectfully.

"You've never been here?" I asked. "This is the Hogwarts kitchen. Some prefects like to come here on patrol to get a cup of hot chocolate or something."

"I never knew it was here." Neville looked in amazement at the piles of desserts on the table.

"Uh..." I looked at the elf closest to me, thinking about how to speak, "Do you know how to get to the Room of Requirement?"

"We can go anywhere we are allowed to go, as long as there is need of us, miss," answered the elf sharply, "but we cannot go anywhere we are unfamiliar, even if there is need of us."

"What does that mean?" Neville frowned.

"House-elves have a lot of weird rules. I guess what it means is that they can't go into the Room of Requirement because... because they've never been in the Room of Requirement, they can't help a group of people that are 'outside the castle' .and my house-elves are there because of my orders. Well, I can't tell... house-elves have always been complicated creatures."

"Does that mean we can't count on them?" Neville waved his hand, "But you see, we can't come here in groups for dinner in the middle of the night."

"What did you do before?"

"Send some guys to try to steal snacks in the common room, we wouldn't dare sneak into the auditorium to get food," Neville replied, "The Room of Requirement hasn't conjured anything related to food, so I wonder if this is beyond its scope Ability range?"

"Supposedly," I said, "food is something outside of Gamp's basic transfiguration laws. But why don't you try to get the Room of Requirement to give you some food? I mean, since the Room is already out of the ordinary Then maybe it will find a way to give you more things."

"What if it can't? These deformation laws should be unbreakable."

"If the situation does not improve, then wait for me at the place where you are hiding today at this time the day after tomorrow, and we will figure out a way then." I promised, "Have you contacted other Dumbledore members?"

"Contacted." Neville reached out and took out a Galleon from his robe pocket.

"use this?"

He held it up to my eyes: "Hermione cast the Transfiguration Charm. As long as we write a secret letter on one Galleon, all the remaining Galleons will heat up and deliver the message to everyone."

"This spell is really amazing." I finally understood how they communicated with each other back then, "Then do you have any contact with people outside?"

Neville didn't answer right away.

"Listen, Longbottom, if you want me to continue to help you, then you must at least give me the equivalent trust."

He hesitated for a while: "We have a broadcast, and we can hear some news...such as news of someone missing or dying..." His face darkened, "Some people we know have died."

"You must persevere." I shook my head. "The Dark Lord is running out of patience, and so is Potter—the war is not far away."