HP Dawn Night

Granger choked, she glared at Pansy, Potter nervously stood between her and Slytherin, and the atmosphere on the Quidditch pitch dropped below freezing.

I reach into my pocket and grab the wand, and I'm not alone.

Pansy raised her chin and looked at Weasley lying on the ground. At this time, she showed unprecedented coldness and sharpness-this was absolutely not the case when facing Daphne Greengrass.

"Parkinson, I warn you..." Granger stood up suddenly, with tears in his eyes, but quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at Pansy's face.

There was a sound of gasping around.All the Gryffindors and Slytherins drew their wands, except for two: Pancy and Potter.

"I can take you to the school hospital, Granger," Pansy looked at Granger with cold and disgusted eyes, "but I don't want to do it today."

"Hermione, we'd better take Ron to Hagrid first." Potter tried to persuade Granger, but she frowned and ignored his words completely.

It was a noisy boy who broke the deadlock. He jumped up and down, seemingly oblivious to the tension between the two sides: "What's the matter, Harry? What's the matter? Is he sick? But you can cure him." ,Yes or no?"

"Who's that?" Draco asked, but he didn't put down his wand.

"Gryffindor's first year," Blaise said flatly.

Dracopi looked at a Muggle camera hanging on the boy's chest with a half-smile: "I remembered, he's the idiot who asked Potter for his autographed photo."

Granger and Potter helped Ron to the gamekeeper's hut together. The Gryffindor players gave Slytherin a stern look, and then scattered - the Seeker was not there. , their training makes little sense.

"Okay, let's continue training. Thank you, Parkinson." Flint spat hard at the back of the Gryffindor team and shouted at the players.

"Would you like to wait for us in the stands?" I asked Pansy, grabbing the broom.She has perfectly put away the anger and arrogance just now:

"Of course. Come on!" She took out my magic camera from her schoolbag, "I took it from your bedside table. Your first training must be a souvenir, right?"

"That's it." I blew her a kiss, and then I stomped on the ground and flew into the sky.

With the help of a superior broom, the reorganized Slytherin Quidditch team made a flawless first flight, which Flint praised:

"Try a few more times and then - if everyone can maintain this enthusiasm and go to Gryffindor, then we will win."

No doubt everyone was happy, Flint said that this training was over, but he kept Draco, saying that he wanted to consolidate training on a few tactics.

"Let's go." Pansy ran down from the stands to join us.I brushed my sweat-drenched hair back:

"It's tough being a hitter, isn't it, Blaise?"

Blaise said modestly: "It's okay."

"I have to go back to the shower," I said to Pansy, and she flipped through the instant prints, sifted through the good ones, and said:

"Okay. By the way, where is your magic photo album? I'll post it for you."

We parted from the rest of the team in the Slytherin lounge, and I crawled exhausted into the empty dormitory before letting the warm water and comforting foam overwhelm me.

When I came out of the shower and changed into clean clothes, Pansy had already posted the picture, and when I came out, she held it up to show me:

"How? I cast a permanent adhesive spell, and no one can tear it off."

I went to see it with my hair down, Pansy's photography skills are good, but...

"Well, I'll definitely tie my hair up next time I play Quidditch."

"Do you want to write a few words on the side? Look, there are still a lot of gaps here." Pansy grabbed a quill from the bedside, "What are you writing?"

"First Quidditch practice. That's it, plain and simple."

Pansy raised the pen and thought for a while, and then wrote a series of beautiful cursive characters.

"Excellent," she said with satisfaction.

This is the first time this photo album has been posted with photos. I yawned and was about to tell Pansy to let me sleep for a while, when a small voice came from the side:

"Is Quidditch practice fun?"

I was startled, sleepless.

Millicent Burst sat silently on the edge of her bed. This invisible girl with black hair and black eyes had always been a figure easily overlooked in Slytherin.At least as far as I can remember, she was always hiding behind Daphne Greengrass, like her shadow.

"It's okay." I answered simply, but felt a little blunt, and quickly added, "Aren't you with Greengrass?"

When Greengrass was mentioned, Boster's eyes dimmed a little: "Daphne? She and Astoria went to the library."

Pansy raised an eyebrow at me playfully, and I was also a little surprised.You know, in my impression, the two sisters of Greengrass have always kept a certain distance. When did they get close enough to go to the library together?

"Astoria is cute," Pansy said casually.

The simple Boster really took the bait: "That's right. But her relationship with Daphne is not very good, at least... Daphne doesn't like her very much."

Pansy feigned surprise and showed an incredulous expression: "Why? If I have a sister, I will definitely be very close to her, just like me and Vio."

"I don't know either." Burst shook his head honestly, which is very strange.

Pansy thought for a while, then turned her back and winked at me, but said, "It's almost time for lunch, how about going together?"

I knew Pansy must have guessed something, so I struggled to get out of bed.Seeing Boster sitting there alone, I asked a question:

"Bost, do you want to come with us?"

"No... no need, Daphne told me to wait for her to come back." Bostrode raised his head in a panic and waved his hands to us repeatedly.

It was strange that the girl was almost obedient to Greenglass.

Pansy led me striding all the way to the dining room, where the long Slytherin table was almost empty.I strongly suspect that the rest of the team is enjoying their dreams in the dorms.

"Who do you like more, Daphne or Astoria?" Pansy asked impatiently after sitting down at the table.

"...?" I cast a blank look.

"Tell me." She seemed to know something extraordinary, her eyes almost glowed.

"Maybe it's Daphne?" I said uncertainly, "Although Astoria is cute, I don't know her very well, and I think she's a little... er, too unreal." I hesitated Describing my impression of the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family, Pan Xi showed an expression of meeting a confidant:

"That's it!"

"What's the matter?" I may never be able to compare with Pan Xi in terms of gossip reasoning. Practice has proved that many of Pan Xi's conjectures that I sneered at turned out to be true.So now I dare not ignore Pencey's opinion carelessly.

"I'm afraid Astoria's appearance made the Greengrasses put more hope in her." Pansy said mysteriously, and I couldn't help retorting:

"Daphne looks good too."

"But in old pure-blood families, blond and brunette children are more likely to be favored by their parents, aren't they?" Pansy made a plausible argument. I looked at her light flaxen hair and wondered Should it be refuted.But Pansy saw my suspicions herself:

"Don't look at me, I'm the only child in the Parkinson family, and I inherited my father's hair color. But you have to admit that Astoria is better than Daphne in terms of appearance and manners."

"That's right." I thought for a while and added, "In a family with two children, it seems that the younger one is more favored."

"I guess, Astoria was paid more attention by her parents because of her appearance when she was a child, which caused Daphne's various inner imbalances and so on." Pan Xi recounted her speculation with relish, "At present, Daphne is no longer With a competitive advantage, of course, there is one last--"

"I know this, let's see who they marry in the future." I took a sip of iced pumpkin juice.It is common for pure-blood families to marry generations. It is hard to guarantee that the marriage of the two Greengrass sisters will not become the key to changing their fate. Maybe Astoria can have the last laugh, and maybe Daphne can counterattack halfway.

"So, maybe they have realized this! So look, in Hogwarts now, which boys are from pure-blood families?" Pansy looked at me eagerly, as if the answer lay in my lips.

"That's too much!" I said.

"It doesn't matter who they are," Pansy said meaningfully, "what matters is that there will be some disputes between the sisters in the next few years."

"Do you mean we can watch a good show?" At this time, students walked into the restaurant one after another, and I hurriedly asked.

"You can also recruit one of them, Vio, just in case." Pansy gave me a suggestive look.

The author has something to say:

Inexplicably, I feel that the Greengrass sisters are also important supporting roles. In the 0.0 original book, Astoria didn't even appear...