HP Dawn Night

"He didn't come to see you after that?"

"No. I think they should have fixed the problem."

"But it's impossible for the House of Requirement to provide them with food."

"Oh... all kinds of weird things can happen these days, don't they—"

Draco stopped abruptly: "What are you doing standing here?"

"I heard you talking about something that interests me." Theodore stared at us straight. "At the same time I noticed that your friends seemed to be missing."

"Even if the two of them travel together, it has nothing to do with you, Theodore."

"But that's not what Professor Carroll said. I heard some very interesting things from him."

"What did you hear?"

Theodore watched our expressions: "About some of the people who tried to free the prisoners in the dungeon—"

"Oh, isn't that you, Theodore," I said meanly, "Thanks to Merlin, Astoria is out of the dungeon now, or we'd have to try to get you two a double apartment. "

Draco laughed, and Theodore's face immediately darkened. He took a step closer and hissed, "I wouldn't be so proud if I were you, Snape."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You know what I mean... If one day the Carlo brothers and sisters suddenly become cold to me, then I will definitely reflect on myself."

"Such as the 'noble' act of 'hero saving the beauty' during class?"

"Just laugh, Draco." There was a flash of anger in Theodore's eyes, but he laughed quickly, "I thought you two would learn something from Daphne."

"I did learn a lot from her, and the most important one is that you can't be soft-hearted." I stared at Theodore, "I wonder how you and Astoria can sleep peacefully. You know, Even I have trouble sleeping and eating for several days in a row."

"You can't pretend to be nice to me, Snape."

I shrugged: "I'm considered a good person in front of you. I mean, Daphne is certainly to blame, but it's hard to say which one is more bad, you or Astoria—"

"It seems you haven't learned the most important lesson, Snape." Theodore took a sudden step closer, "You haven't realized what it's like to cheat the Dark Lord."

"I'd rather know what the Dark Lord would think if he heard your incendiary remarks."

"No matter how you think about it, it's better than you." Theodore and Draco looked at each other, "If my friend is hunted down for releasing the prisoner, then I will choose to act in a low-key manner."

"Really? What you said is more like a guilty conscience."

"Did something interesting happen here?"

Draco and Theodozzi looked up, and it was with a sort of joy that I saw Dad appear at the top of the stairs.

"Nothing, Headmaster," Theodore replied.

"Then don't hang around, Mr. Nott."

Theodore gouged us out with resentful eyes: "Yes, sir." He turned and walked down the corridor.

"Dad!" I ran up the stairs in a few steps, "Why do you..."

He motioned me not to speak for now.

A few minutes later we were back in the principal's office.

"Nott must be crazy, he'd never dare talk to me like that before," Draco said, "unless—"

"—unless he hears about what Parkinson and Zabini have done." Dad bluntly cast a stun spell on each of the portraits on the wall, then turned to look at us, "Congratulations, Carlo Brother and sister have already begun to doubt your position."

"Unexpectedly." I whispered.

"Not too surprised."

"They probably haven't told the Dark Lord about their speculation yet, but the Dark Lord has already added Parkinson and Zabini to his hunt list." Dad turned to me, "Where did you hide them?"

"No. 12, Grimmauld Place." I hurriedly said, "It's Black's old house, the original base of the Order of the Phoenix—uh...the most dangerous place is the safest place." Seeing Dad's eyes, I hurriedly added Half a sentence.

"It's so 'safe'!" Dad sneered. "Any adult wizard can easily take them down."

"So..." I asked bravely, "What do you think—?"

"Let them stay there, there's no suitable place for them to hide right now anyway." Dad turned to Draco, "Draco, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"Did Lucius tell you anything about the future?"

Draco froze for a moment, shaking his head.

"I don't have much chance to meet Lucius, so I'm curious about what he thinks." Dad said slowly, "If he still decides to support the Dark Lord, then you..."

"He's not so determined now." Draco interrupted his father abruptly, looking agitated, "After everything the past year... yes, my father is still trying to get the Dark Lord to trust Malfoy again , but he himself knows that this is unlikely, not to mention that we made a big mistake during Easter-you want me to persuade him?"

"I hope he can figure it out for himself. Past experience has proved that all people who are 'persuaded' or 'rebelled' are unreliable, such as Karkaroff, such as Wormtail." Dad said, "I'm not implying anything, But Lucius should make a decision sooner rather than later."

It took me a few seconds to remember who Karkaroff was.

"I thought he had escaped," Draco said.

"No, he was found dead in a hut in the north last summer. The Dark Lord sent someone to do it. He never tolerates betrayal." Dad looked at Draco, "You know what I mean, Draco .”

Draco nodded slightly.

"Obviously, Lucius is also very aware of the consequences." Dad shook his head, "Maybe he will make up his mind soon... Before that, Draco, I'm afraid I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"I want you to go and cast an Imperius Curse on Mrs. Rosmerta, the wife of the Three Broomsticks," said Dad. "It needs to be strong enough—strong enough to work even when you're at Hogwarts." .”

"Dad?" I looked at him in confusion, "If it's just because Potter will go back to Hogwarts, I don't think it would take so much trouble?"

"No, the Death Eaters are already going to impose a curfew on Hogsmeade to prevent Potter from returning to school," Dad explained, "so we need an eyeliner all the more. I could go and cast the Imperius Curse on her myself, but I think To make sure that even if I'm not at school, you'll find out about what's going on at Hogsmeade - whatever it is."

"Do you wish me to go now?"

"The sooner the better."

Draco nodded, turned and left the headmaster's office.

Dad turned around and picked up a glass bottle from the table, which contained something that looked like fog but not fog.

"what is this?"

"Memory," he said simply. "Take this and carry it with you. Give it to Potter at the right time."

"What is the right time, Dad?"

"When you think the war can't go on."

I took the vial of memory: "Why give it to Potter - does it have something to do with the Dark Lord?"

"Don't ask so much, Vio, it will help Potter anyway." Dad paused for a moment, "Don't leave the castle again, you know?"

"But why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"Because I must not have been in the castle myself when the war started." Dad seemed reluctant to talk about the subject. "Remember, give him to Potter when the war can't go on, and he will know what to do."