HP Dawn Night

A group of Slytherins walked into the infirmary noisily carrying brooms, muddy water dripped on the ground unceremoniously, and soon the floor of the infirmary became a mess.Madam Pomfrey didn't bother to scold us for dirtying the tidy environment, she examined each of us carefully, almost harshly.When Flint exclaimed that he was unharmed, she yelled at him like an angry hen:

"Sit down! Maybe you just don't know, kid!" mumbling that Quidditch is a dangerous sport and that schools should ban it.

I took out my wand to give myself a cleanse, then walked over to Draco:

"Are you all right, Draco? Congratulations, you beat Potter, and now you're a Slytherin hero, I think - Uncle Lucius will give you a big gift."

"Yeah, he just told me I need to stay at school this Christmas," Draco said lazily. "I hear you're staying too, don't you? Now you're not alone."

I jumped up in surprise: "Really? Did Uncle Lucius tell you the reason—anyway, I'm not alone."

"Yes, yes, your gratifying departure is based on the fact that I can't go home." Draco Lion said, "So you have to prepare a Christmas present for me."

"No problem," I agreed, thinking for a while, "Oh, how about a hair potion set? I promise it's the one with the best effect..."

"Vio!" Draco yelled angrily.

At this time, the Gryffindor team squeezed in through the door, and among them was Potter.

"The bones have all been removed...you should have come straight to me!" Madam Pomfrey lifted Potter's arm to examine it, which looked lifeless like a limp rubber tube, "I'll be there in a second." You can put the bones back together, but it's much more troublesome to grow them back."

Potter put on his pajamas with one hand, lay down on the bed, and asked urgently, "You will, won't you?" The Gryffindor players surrounded him with worried faces.

"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, "You have to stay here overnight."

"Who can tell me what's going on?" Draco looked at the Slytherins.Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other dully, then replied:

"Lockhart had his bones removed."

"Okay, it's that idiot again." Pansy said loudly and disgustedly without hesitation, and the girls in Gryffindor gave her a vicious look for it. Pansy looked around and said brazenly, " I think I'm about to get a T in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, and I don't care what color Lockhart likes or what his biggest ambition is."

Granger was so angry that her face turned red strangely: "You—"

"You're right," said a small voice in Slytherin unexpectedly, and Millicent Burst bravely met Granger's gaze, and said quietly but firmly, "The professor should teach Something useful instead of flooding the class with his smiles and posturing."

"That's stupid." Pansy made a dismissive voice through his nose.

"Are you all okay? Can we go back?" Blaise stopped Pansy. He looked at us, and Ms. Pomfrey checked again and again before agreeing to let us go.

"Brace, why are you stopping me? And Vio, I thought you'd say something."

"I thought you were going to send Potter some palliative."

After walking out of the infirmary, Pansy and Draco said to me in unison.I smiled awkwardly: "Don't tell me that I have become a friendly part of Gryffindor in your hearts."

"I thought you had a good relationship with Potter," Draco said first, his tone sounded weird, "He even came to our box to find you before the summer vacation."

"It wasn't him who came to see me," I explained helplessly, "it was Granger who came to see me on business. Potter was just thanking me at the end."

"Why didn't he come and say thank you?" Draco asked rhetorically.I am happy:

"Do you think that as far as your incompatible relationship is concerned, he will take the initiative to talk to you? I'm afraid he will be stunned by your curse first."

Draco fell silent, and Pansy took up the conversation and said, "You still often say that Granger has good grades and works hard."

"Yeah," I looked at them angrily and amusedly, "it's true. But after Granger's assertion about Draco's entry into the team, I've been less polite to her."

"Oh well, at one point we thought you were going to be friends with them," Pansy muttered.I swear:

"I swear, they and I can only be non-hostile classmates at most. As for my friends, aren't they all standing in front of me right now?"

Pansy wanted to say something more, but Blaise cut off the conversation gently but unquestionably: "Okay, Vio is a Slytherin out and out. Let's think about how to party at night."

Rave, yes, that's a precise word.

Pumpkin juice, cakes and sweets are a must.A banner was hung in the Slytherin common room, with a drawing of a swimming snake on it, and below it was written the motto of Slytherin in gleaming silver letters:

Slytherin will help you reach the top

I suddenly thought of what Dad said to us in the first class of school-"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death."

"You have to admit that Slytherin is the best house, don't you?" I whispered into Pansy's ear.She giggled:

"That's not objective, Vio, it's not like your usual style—"

"Style?" I laughed. "To hell with it."

"Although the reputation of Slytherin has been affected in the past few years, on the other hand, this can also prove that Slytherin is powerful." Blaise interjected.We looked at each other tacitly, knowing exactly what was being said.

"Come on," I yawned, "Brace, Brace, please don't call me a Slytherin, you are."

"Of course I am." Blaise smiled innocently at me. "My whole family are Slytherins, just like you."

"That's right..." I put my hand on Pansy's shoulder back, and picked a good seat to sit down.

Pure blood, ambition, shrewdness, judging the situation, prudence, and victory.Blaise, you're more of a real Slytherin than me or Draco or Pansy.

"I hope that's a good sign," Pansy said, opening a can of pumpkin juice behind my back. "Cheers! Let's hope we win back-to-back House Cups this semester."

I raised my glass and was the first to respond: "Hope Lockhart gets a lesson."

Draco said lazily, "I hope Potter suffers."

Blaise seemed to think for a second or two, and he clinked glasses with us one by one: "Hope we'll be alright forever."

"How hypocritical!" Pan Xi criticized after taking a sip of pumpkin juice.Draco and I were laughing on the sofa, and Draco said to Blaise while laughing:

"How about a bet?"

"what?"

Draco said provocatively, "Do you dare?"

Blaise raised his eyebrows: "You might as well tell what it's about first."

"Hmm..." Draco hesitated, "Come on, let me tell you."

Blaise listened to him, and Draco muttered something, with a mysterious look.I reluctantly turned my head to look at Pansy. With a prophetic smile, she said peacefully:

"You never know when boys are trying to keep a secret."

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The content of this bet will not be revealed until the sixth and seventh grades...~