HP Dawn Night

"I didn't expect a place like this to exist in Cokeworth."

Draco lay on his back on the grass, sighing comfortably.I squinted, and in my hand I held a sprig of wicker and a wreath of daisies:

"Aren't you sorry you didn't bring your broom?"

Of course my father would not allow us to bring broomsticks. Although we are protected by the Muggle Repelling Curse, as soon as they look up, we have nowhere to hide in the air.

Draco was furious about it, but Uncle Lucius couldn't help it because it was Spider's End and not Hogwarts.Due to his father's deterrence, Draco restrained his emotions very well, and did not show the slightest bit.

Hearing this, he was a little embarrassed: "Come on, Vio." He whispered.

I put the crooked wreath on his head, but Draco caught it just in time and tried to get up from the grass: "Hey - hold on! Let me see how it looks."

"Oh, I don't want to wear a silly wreath on my head." Draco muttered, reaching out and snatching it out of my hand, "What? Not me, Vio, your handiwork Looks like Longbottom's potion homework!"

I immediately sneered back: "The way you wear the flower crown looks like Weasley sitting in the living room of the Malfoy Manor, doesn't it? Draco little-princess!"

I was running away before he jumped up and grabbed me.

"Violet, before I catch you—"

"Then you have to catch me too." I laughed and ran around the willow tree, with Draco chasing after me:

"Be careful in the Quidditch trials at the beginning of school, maybe I will make you fall off the broom!"

I turned around and sneered, "Maybe. But it's more likely that you will be so excited that you will fall head first."

But Draco showed a horrified expression: "Be careful—"

I tripped over the roots of this old willow tree and fell headlong into a clump of soft weeds.

"It's all your fault!" I angrily picked up grass clippings from my hair, Draco patted my clothes, he seemed to want to apologize, but unfortunately he couldn't hide his smile well:

"I'm so sorry...cough..."

"Draco Malfoy!" I stomped my foot, then unexpectedly reached out and pushed him to the ground. "We're even."

Draco's gray eyes shone with rare real joy, and he patted an open space beside him: "I'll tell you a story."

What kind of story is it?

——"A long time ago, there was a group of wizards living in a small town with a long history. Among them was a young magician who was not only handsome, but also had a lot of wealth. The local people respected him very much, and they called him , er... Mr. Blaise Zabini!"

Blaise?

I laughed out loud: "Draco, aren't you afraid that Blaise will know?"

Draco replied gravely, "First, Blaise will never know if you don't tell. Second, what's wrong with me calling him 'handsome' and rich? Third, please Note, this is just a small duplicate name. Well, we can continue the story."

—Mr. Zabini thinks he needs to bother choosing a wife.She must be beautiful and a wealthy lady, in short, in order to avoid the folly that love entails.Mr. Blaise Zabini firmly believed that what he was looking for was a woman who was worthy of him in every way.

"Wait!" I interrupted Draco's story impatiently, "Can you get to the point quickly?"

Draco yawned, "Here we go."

— Mr. Zabini himself and his friends spent a lot of time looking for the right girl.There are many girls who are willing to marry Mr. Zabini, but Mr. Zabini has never found a truly satisfactory candidate.It so happened that one day, some years later, just as Mr. Zabini was about to give up, a gentleman moved to the town with his daughter.

"Oh, come and name our heroine." Draco said with his eyes closed.

Without thinking, I said, "Pansy!"

Draco opened his eyes in surprise: "Why do you think so?"

"You use Blaise as the hero, so I can't use Pansy as the heroine?" I said plausibly, and Draco laughed.

— Mr. Zabini fell in love with Miss Parkinson at first sight, but unfortunately Miss Pansy Parkinson had no interest in Mr. Zabini.Mr. Zabini tried very hard to approach and court her, but without success.But the turning point happened one day when a shocking scandal broke out in the town: Miss Parkinson and Mr. Zabini eloped.

When Draco said this, he suddenly stopped talking.I shake him:

"What's next?"

Draco said lazily, "No inspiration."

I fell on the grass: "Then let me think of an ending."

—a few years later, just when people were about to forget about it, Miss Parkinson returned to the town alone, claiming that she had been hoodwinked and deceived...

"What kind of ending are you doing?" Draco sneered.

I said seriously: "This is the ending that people imagine. You can make up countless possibilities between them."

"E.g?"

"The love potion," I said, "the lady didn't really fall in love with the gentleman. Maybe the gentleman was too confident in himself. When he stopped using the love potion, the lady quickly abandoned him."

"It's such a sad story," Draco said sarcastically, "Does Blaise and Pansy know?"

I imitated his tone and replied: "First, as long as you don't tell them, they won't know. Second, I made up a love story for them, why don't you thank me? Third, this story may be Isn't it great to be included in "The Tales of the Poet Vio."

Draco immediately retorted: "I hope someone will read this book."

I quickly came to my senses and stretched out my hand to scratch his itch angrily: "Say it again, huh?"

Draco dodged it with a laugh.

It was a summer afternoon with fine weather, the sun filtered through the fine willow branches and sprinkled on the grass, and not far away was the lake with algae and green weeds.The sky on this day was a pure blue without any impurities. Until many, many years later, I still remember this afternoon.

It was one of the happiest times of my life.

Darkness had not yet fallen then.

We were all still kids, not stuck in the mud.

The author has something to say:

When the test results came out, I was in a bad mood.

I can't guarantee that there will be a small theater every day.

This chapter is badly written, and I will change it when I have time (add some details or something), so let's just take a look at it first.