HP Dawn Night

The night Draco came to 19 Spider's End, we conspired to draw up several feasible plans, the purpose of which was to get father to allow us to move around in Cokeworth Town, including going to the only wizard location that has been discovered so far : The Old Mill Pub.

The next day, we woke up early as planned, and quickly settled for breakfast (of course, the leftover pies from the previous day, but the quality of food in Malfoy Manor can definitely be guaranteed by Gold Galleons, even if it is cold food overnight Flavor), and then voluntarily appear in the basement.

Father was visibly surprised to see us, but he looked much better than yesterday, so I don't think he had been with his beloved cauldron the night before.When we went in, my father was copying notes from a book into a notebook.

"Good morning, Godfather!" Draco said nonchalantly, "Vio and I have some questions for you."

Draco insisted again and again that I should be the one to stir up the conversation, on the grounds that he had a higher IQ than me and could detect and correct the loopholes I caused in time.Although I agreed with his proposal, I don't think my father would give him the opportunity to correct his mistakes.

I've already figured out what to ask, since I want to start a conversation, it's natural to pick something that my father is interested in, isn't it?

"Well, that's right, I found a potion called 'Intellectual Enhancer' when I was reading last night. But just as the Emotional Potion cannot create true love, the Euphoric Potion brings only a short-term excitement and pleasure , The side effect of Felicia is arrogance, and the aging agent can only deceive others on the outside, so is this potion really as magical as its name, or is it just an illusion?"

Oh, and I'm not all lying.

The Watson family has a long history of potions, and my mother Margaret Watson is famous for making beauty potions and love potions. Although I knew about the existence of these potions at a young age, I never got up close Touched - Mom wouldn't even let me touch the Energizing Tonic, even though she herself sometimes uses it for pick-me-ups.

As for intelligence enhancers?I only know a little bit about it, but I really can't think of a situation where someone would need to use it.

My father seems to be quite satisfied with my question: "This is a kind of potion that fourth graders need to make. It can bring people a short sobriety. It used to be a common potion in the life of wizards. But after the appearance of several new potions It is not used very often after that. It is mainly used in teaching at present."

I continued: "I noticed that the only ingredient in intelligence enhancers is armadillo bile. But isn't an armadillo a Muggle creature?"

"The animal breeds of wizards and Muggles overlap to a large extent, but it is generally believed that creatures in the wizarding world are more spiritual. As for the historical connection between the two, there is still no clear deduction." The father answered bluntly.

I had nothing to say, so I just gave Draco a look of help.

Master Malfoy coughed, as if taking the opportunity to type out his manuscript, and then he said, "Godfather, Vio said there's a wizard's pub in Cokeworth Town?"

I almost cried out—

I can't remember when we ever said that line!

What about euphemism?It was agreed not to sell teammates!

I stomped on Draco unceremoniously under the cover of the table, but unexpectedly he stomped back secretly without moving his expression.I stared resentfully at the inkwell on the table, slashing at Draco in my heart, when I suddenly noticed my father's cold eyes on me.

"Mum brought me Floo. The Old Mill is the outlet," I said at once.

I don't believe that my father would go to my mother to complain about this kind of thing!

Father seemed to ponder for a moment: "That's a very old bar."

I was listening to the answer, when my father added: "But I don't think you need to wander around town - even if it's a wizard's pub."

I curled my lips, pretending to be aggrieved, and told the truth: "But, father, are you really sure you can take care of us? Food is one of the five exceptions to Gamp's basic law of transformation."

Draco acted according to circumstances, and immediately added "kindly" after seeing this: "I don't want to crowd around with Muggles to pick and choose, and we don't have Muggle money."

This question seemed to have caused some trouble to my father, so I hastened to persuade him: "Anyway, the town of Cokeworth is not big, and there hasn't been any disturbing news recently."

—The Daily Prophet comes every day.

My words seemed to have finally moved my father. He thought for a moment, and reluctantly agreed: "You can go out during lunch time, but you must come back before two o'clock in the afternoon. By the way, for basic safety considerations, I will impose strict Tracking and warning spells."

These two spells are often used by parents on young children.As long as there are abnormal magic fluctuations or threats around the child, the parents will know the first time.

"That's no problem." Draco and I exchanged excited glances, almost cheering on the spot.I didn't expect my father to be persuaded so easily. Merlin, this is not in line with Professor Snape's usual style!

"The Old Mill Pub can exchange Muggle currency, but be careful not to be deceived. I hope you can correctly identify the denomination of the currency." When my father said this, he took a special look at me, and I smiled guiltyly, and couldn't help thinking of Ended yesterday morning's tangle between bills and coins.

"If you come back late, you won't be able to go out again in the future." Father warned in a particularly serious manner.

The cunning Draco immediately replied: "Of course not, Godfather, I will take care of Vio."

I rolled my eyes at the ceiling, hoping that my father would not expect this naive little boy in front of me to take care of me instead of me to take care of him like my mother.

"Come on Draco, I don't see how mature you are when you pick on Potter," I murmured.Draco opened his mouth angrily and was about to refute, but his father suddenly gave us a sharp look. Draco naturally noticed it, so he closed his mouth angrily.

After leaving the basement, Draco asked me a nagging question:

"What county is Cokeworth in? How far is it from London?"

This question made us stare at each other, but I dare not ask my father about this question. His expression just now clearly told me that it was a special kindness to allow us to go out.If Dad knew about it, he might think we were trying to sneak out of town to play somewhere.

I silently calculated for a while, and said: "As far as the travel time of the Floo network is concerned, it should not be very far from Cumbria, where Watson Manor is located."

"But where the hell is it?" Draco said a little grumpily.

"Why do you have to know the exact location?" I asked puzzled.

Draco almost jumped up, and he whispered in my ear in a mysterious, conspiratorial tone, "Don't you think this is a magical place?"

"No, wait, I think we'd better settle the score first—you betrayed me, didn't you, eh?"

The author has something to say:

If you have time in the evening, let’s make a special episode~ but I can’t guarantee it==

In fact, what you see every day at noon is the manuscript depositor~