HP Dawn Night

The day when the results will be released is coming soon.We have all achieved results that satisfy us.

Of course - and I don't mean to show off - I beat out my competitors to be first in my class, with Draco second and Hermione Granger third, who suffered a bit in the history of magic.

Even Crabbe and Gore, who usually don't study hard, passed, which surprised me a lot.But Draco insisted on brazenly saying that it was because everyone in Slytherin had a good brain...I don't believe it!

It seemed like all of a sudden, our closets were empty and everything was packed into suitcases.Notices were sent to each of us, warning against the use of magic during the holidays.

"Damn it," Montague yelled in the hall, waving the notice, "I wish I was seventeen tomorrow."

Pansy looked at him with disgust, but she blinked her beautiful eyes: "Look, Vio, no matter what, my coming-of-age ceremony must be celebrated."

"Remember to send me the invitation letter." I said.She grinned.

Hagrid took us across the Black Lake in a boat and then onto the train.Everyone took off their school gowns and changed into their own clothes.

"What are your summer plans?" Pansy asked as the four of us ate bibimbap, chatted, and played wizard chess in a car.

"Me, of course I'll be at home doing potions experiments with my mother as usual. But maybe we'll take a trip to France," I said.

"Are you going to live with the godfather?" Draco asked suddenly.

I froze for a moment: "I don't know, maybe."

"Poor Vio, who was oppressed by Aunt Margaret since she was a child." Pansy shook her head and stroked my hair.Blaise added fuel and vinegar to the side:

"So Violet is the first grader, you are not."

"Oh! Blaise, you're so annoying!" Pansy pouted angrily. Although she had a good grade in Charms, she wasn't so outstanding in other things.

At this moment, the door of the box was knocked, and then opened.

Hermione Granger's hairy head came into view, and she looked at the four people in the carriage in embarrassment, and then said to me, "Excuse me, Violet, can you come out?"

"Damn it, Vio!" Pansy urged maliciously.

To my surprise, there were two more people in the corridor - Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"I'm really sorry. We suspected that Professor Snape wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but it turned out not to be so, so we want to apologize to you." Granger said fluently, which made me wonder if she had memorized it fluently. lines.

"Maybe you should apologize to him. Or, change your view of him." I glanced at Weasley, and he opened his mouth guiltily:

"Snape doesn't look like a nice guy, does he?"

He looked around for support from his friends.And I said bluntly: "It's Professor Snape! Weasley, I don't want to remind you again."

He looked into my pocket in horror and muttered.

"Well, anyway, we want to thank you for helping Ron." Hermione smoothed things over.I figured she was working really hard to keep the conversation quiet, so I decided not to remind her that Ron Weasley was fine, just passed out.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious, so I followed the past." I replied casually, and accidentally saw Greenglass's curly brown hair out of the corner of my eye, so I raised my voice slightly, "But speaking of this, I'll talk about it later. You have to pay attention to what you say, don't be overheard by someone with a heart."

The head quickly shrank back.The Gryffindor Trio looked at me in surprise, and Granger said incredulously, "Thank you for reminding me, Violet."

"Nothing." I said.

Everyone fell into an awkward silence for a while. When I was considering whether to issue an eviction order, Potter stammered:

"Uh... Violet, can I have a private talk with you." He spoke fluently, and Weasley almost jumped another three feet:

"Talk to her?! Harry—"

But Granger dragged him away.

"Is something wrong?" I asked alertly.

Potter said awkwardly, "Hermione told me it was you and... Malfoy—"

"Granger already said thanks, Potter," I said quickly, praying that Potter wouldn't wonder why we showed up so timely.

"Ah... yes. More than once, and in the Forbidden Forest—" Potter stopped knowingly.Presumably he also knows that what happened in the Forbidden Forest is simply a lingering nightmare-of course it cannot be ruled out that he doesn't want me to know something.

As a result, he suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence.

"I mean, have you ever lived with your dad before?" Potter asked suddenly.

I glanced at him warily, but didn't speak.

At this time, the box door was pulled open with great force, and Draco's impatient face appeared in front of us: "Ah, Scarhead!" He said in a strange voice, "Go away, go back to your Gryffindor!" Go with many friends."

I was surprised to find that Draco's tone was much more gentle.Potter didn't seem to want to clash with a group of Slytherins here, he nodded hastily:

"Thanks anyway. See you at the beginning of school."

Draco sighed twice before closing the box door.

"What did Gryffindor tell you?" Pansy asked me out of boredom after folding a bunch of stars out of sugar paper.

"It's the same old way, thanks to me and Draco for saving Weasley from the fire and water." I sat down beside her, "By the way, what did you use to scare Greenglass?"

Pansy covered her mouth and giggled coquettishly: "Greengrass wants to make a deal with Parkinson, how dare poor Daphne provoke me."

"That's it?" I said disappointedly.Clinker Pansy winked at me narrowly:

"Of course more than that." She watched with satisfaction as I jumped up from the seat excitedly, and turned to pick up the big sister's shelf, "But you are too young! I will tell you later."

I looked at her angrily, but at this moment the train stopped slowly.

"Remember to come to my house to play during the summer vacation."

We hugged each other and agreed to keep in touch during the holidays.An old guard stood in the stands to make sure the wizards didn't get too crowded as they passed the wall, and I pushed my cart through the stands, anxiously looking for the tall, beautiful figure of my mother in the crowd.

"Hi Vio!"