HP Dawn Night

In the middle of the dinner, I noticed that not only was my father absent, but Professor McGonagall had also left the teacher's table.

"Where did Professor Snape go?" Pansy also noticed.I shake my head.

"Potter and Weasley are not at the Gryffindor table either." Blaise glanced in that direction, reporting to me.

"Maybe the godfather caught Weasley and Potter," Draco told me, putting down his glass of pumpkin juice.

Hearing what they said, I think it's very possible.

I decided to take a look at my father's office.

"By the way, when is the selection for Quidditch?" Draco asked.

"Oh! Quidditch!"

Pansy complained.

The road leading to the underground office is quiet, completely different from the bustle in the auditorium.It's just that the light has to cool down here.

——"Why don't you send an owl to deliver a letter to us? I believe you have an owl?" Professor McGonagall's cold voice came from the office.Merlin sincerely did not deceive me, it really was the good brothers from Gryffindor who got into trouble.

"I...I didn't think..." Potter seemed petrified.

"That's easy to think of." Professor McGonagall couldn't tell.

I was walking up and down the corridor, looking for an opportune moment to walk in, only to see Dumbledore walking towards the office.He didn't seem to notice me and knocked on the office door.

Potter and Weasley's violation of school rules was a given, and the flying car was probably Arthur Weasley's masterpiece.

It's a bit ridiculous to say that, Mr. Weasley himself works in the Department of Magical Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, and there are laws prohibiting the illegal modification and assembly of Muggle items.However, his own son... Thinking of the purpose of Uncle Lucius' visit to Bojinbok shop a few days ago, I suddenly felt that this was an extremely absurd thing.

Thinking of this, I walked towards the office again.

"...If there is such behavior again, I can only fire you." Dumbledore's stern voice came out.Seems like Potter and Weasley got away with it?

I glanced into the office, and my father's expression was wonderful, as if he heard that Christmas had been cancelled, he cleared his throat: "Professor Dumbledore, these two students are ignoring the restrictions on the use of magic by underage wizards." decree, causing serious damage to a precious ancient tree... an act of this nature certainly..."

"Let Professor McGonagall decide the punishment for these two students, Severus," Dumbledore said calmly, his father's face almost contorted. "They are students in her house, and she should be responsible." He then turned to Professor McGonagall, "I have to get back to the banquet, Minerva, I have a few announcements to make, come on, Severus, there's a custard tart that looks really good, I'd like to try it Taste-"

"—thank you, but no," my father yelled at the door suddenly, "come in, or put your stupid head back and get back to the party, Violet!"

I shivered, and stepped into my father's office while Potter and Weasley were stunned: "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall had a stern face, and her expression was a little relaxed when she saw me. I think part of the reason is that my transfiguration performance is good.

"Good evening, Violet, I hope you had a great summer," Professor Dumbledore said simply to me.Then he left with Professor McGonagall and the two Gryffindor boys who had gotten into trouble.

Only my father and I were left staring at each other in the office.

"All petrified—" Father said, pointing his wand at me suddenly.

"Armor protection!" I subconsciously pulled out my wand and muttered.

"That's right, it seems that you haven't forgotten all you learned during the summer vacation." Father nodded approvingly, waving his wand unexpectedly, "Disarming you."

I recited "Fuchsia" silently in my heart, and my father cast a few more spells, and I defended them one by one.Finally, my father put away his wand and announced with satisfaction the good news that made me ecstatic:

"Before she left, your mother suggested that you start to practice Occlumency this year. After the test just now, I think your level should be able to start corresponding training. Therefore, from now on, it will still be the old time every Friday night, I hope You can start to master Occlumency before the end of this year—it's quite a challenge for second-year students, but I think it's totally doable. Perhaps in this regard, you can use Draco as a model for comparison."

I suppressed the excitement in my heart and nodded: "Okay, father."

"Besides, the selection for the Slytherin house team is on Wednesday, I hope you can prepare well." My father said to me, "Don't disappoint your Nimbus 2001."

"Of course." I grinned, and then I realized I should have asked Blaise what he was going to run for.