HP Dawn Night

After a brief whirl, I popped headfirst out of the fireplace—stumbling, but safe.

Among the long-distance travel methods of wizards I have experienced, there is almost no one that is comfortable!Apparate?Like being squeezed in a water pipe.Portkey?Come on, it sucks to fly through the air with a hook hooked around your navel, not to mention getting knocked over by someone wobbly when you land.Floo powder?Although it is relatively safe, it is not good to feel dizzy and covered in ashes, not to mention that some people go to the wrong place because of the wrong name.

The bar in front of me was in a state of depression, with a few old advertising leaflets pasted on the dirty glass.The variety on the price list is seriously lacking. A listless young man is sitting behind the bar, yawning, I don't know if it is the bartender or the boss.There were no customers in the store, and some sleazy fellows were sleeping soundly with the Daily Prophet covering their faces, and I made a lot of noise but no one looked at me, which made me wonder if there was any People noticed my presence.

The fire behind me rang slightly, and my mother stretched out her hand to support my shoulder, and in the other hand held my other box:

"Come with me," she whispered, eyeing the bar with a strange expression.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Cokeworth Town, just a short walk to Spider's End." My mother took me on the street, and I couldn't believe there was such a dilapidated place in the world.

The town seemed to sit beside a river that meandered with weeds and rubbish on both sides.In the distance there is a huge chimney, which may have been some Muggle factory in the past.This place is gloomy and ominous, and there is no sound in the surroundings. There are garbage and dead cats floating on the dark river.

"This is a Muggle-inhabited area, and there probably aren't many wizards here," Mom explained.

I think so too.The Old Mill, for example, is nothing like the Leaky Cauldron, and the town looks dead.

Abandoned brick houses and long-broken street lights stand on both sides of the street, and the whole town seems to be shrouded in smoke.I don't know what the town was like in its heyday, but from what I've seen, it's like a huge dump, rats, cockroaches are the inhabitants, and trash is a local specialty.

"Father lives here?" I said in disbelief.

"This is his father's house." Mom pushed me up another street. "This road, Vio... Look, this is Spider's End."

I stood here blankly, and rows of dilapidated brick houses appeared in front of my eyes. The windows on the houses were dark and lifeless in the daytime.

Mom coughed lightly, she didn't seem surprised by what it looked like here: "You also know that Severus usually doesn't live here." She led me to No. 19, "I don't know if it's in the house or not... ..." Mom muttered something in a low voice, but I didn't catch it.

The exterior of 19 Spider's End looks like its neighbours.Mom knocked on the door, and a moment later, the door creaked open.

"Hi, father." I adjusted my expression and greeted him with a smile, eager to get in quickly - there was a scrawny black cat staring at me all the time.

"Come in." Father said in a flat tone.

I haven't seen him for a month, and my father is still the same - big black robe, shiny hair, gray face, and the same expression - no expression!He seems to be a little thinner than when he was at Hogwarts. I can't help but wonder if it's a lack of diet...

But... Although it's not very good to say this, I still have to agree with Weasley's words in my heart: the father who wears black robes all the year round does look a bit like a big bat.

We went straight into a small living room that had the feel of a dark, soft-walled prison cell.Not much sun, gray tones.The walls were lined with books—it reminded me of the Prince family's allegedly unimaginably rich library—and the living room was crowded together with a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and an old armchair. With rickety tables and a dimly lit candle hanging from the ceiling, the place had an air of desolation that seemed usually uninhabited—and it was.

"Severus, Vio will leave it to you!" Mom said in a cheery tone, completely ignoring my pleading eyes. "Oh, yes, Vio, your room—"

"—On the second floor!" Father said almost through gritted teeth. "Besides, I have to ask Miss Watson to explain why a house elf appeared in my house out of nowhere?"

"..." I seem to know something.

"Go upstairs, Vio." My mother gave my father a dissatisfied look, and then dismissed me perfunctorily, "Look, Sev, Vio is just a 12-year-old girl after all, she still needs to be taken care of, doesn't she ?”

"But I will never allow my house to be filled with lace and ribbons!"

I jumped up to the second floor and let the adults negotiate downstairs.

but……

Mom, you are right, I really need a house elf to help me!

I looked sadly at the worn bed curtains, faded wallpaper, rickety cupboards, dusty mirrors, cobwebs in the corners, and dust in the window frames.

The house is old and dated enough, but I'm sure it could still be habitable if cleaned properly.

But at least, dear mama, please help me with the cleaning before you leave me for France!I'm going to live here for a month!

"Oh, Severus, you should really clean up!" Mom said accusingly, appearing behind me.Although she had clearly relented from trying to summon the house-elf, she waved her wand and muttered something.

A broom skipped up from under the stairs, and the rag automatically began mopping the surfaces of the furniture.Mom waved the wand again, and all the stains and dust on the furniture and windows disappeared. She frowned and looked at her results, and waved the wand again to change the tone of the whole room-no lace The presence.

"Okay," my mother looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, "although my charms are not outstanding, but I can still use it in housework." She gave me a tender look, "how about your new room?" Satisfied? My little violet."

"Of course," I threw myself into my mother's arms, and kissed her hard twice on both cheeks, "everything is going well in France!"

"I'll come back to pick you up as soon as possible." Mom picked me up and turned around on the ground.

"Remember to bring me a gift." I reluctantly sent my mother downstairs, "such as the flower-scented chocolate beans that are unique to that candy store in Paris."

"Sure, remember to write to me, at least twice a week! Listen to Severus and don't mess around with Draco." Mom emphasized with extra seriousness, "Lucius also bought Draco a Nimbus 2001, but you can't fly around without Severus' permission! Otherwise I'll definitely confiscate it!"

I shuddered, Margaret Watson was definitely a woman of her word.I nodded seriously:

"Believe me, Mom, absolutely not."

The author has something to say:

The description of Cokeworth Town comes from HP's original work and Wikipedia.The address of the professor, No. 19, Spider's End Lane, is currently the most popular statement (not confirmed by JKR himself). [There are other stories about Spider's End Alley, let's write them slowly later...]

The town of Cokeworth should have been a prosperous Muggle industrial town in the past (Wiki speculation), [the following is a non-responsible brain supplement + speculation] It was a small and medium-sized wizarding gathering place, and it began to decline and develop around the childhood of the parent generation. Depression (at least there are indications that the professor's life was not very good when he was a child), and the wizards gradually moved away.

The Old Mill Bar originally belonged to the kind of Club, and then gradually declined into an ordinary Pub. The famous Moulin Rouge cabaret in Paris.I personally think that this name also reflects the dual identity of Cokeworth Town as a Muggle industrial area and a wizarding gathering place to a certain extent, as well as its rise and fall.

I say so much because the town of Cokeworth will be an important existence in the future... The parent and child generations are amazing--no spoilers~