HP Dawn Night

Method?We struggled all night in the common room, and there was nothing we could do.

The next day is my birthday. Under the current severe atmosphere of Hogwarts, this birthday is extremely low-key, even a little bit more depressing.

But there were surprises—Mum sent me loads of sweets, chocolates, and cupcakes from far away France; and Dad, who was too busy with school, sent me a copy of The Fighting Instructions.

And my Hogwarts friends: Pansy, Draco, and Blaise, they actually banded together and baked me a birthday cake.

"We didn't really bake it ourselves," Pansy helped me put up the candles that night. "We found the kitchen, and the house-elves were happy to serve us."

"They work satisfactorily." Draco looked critically at my birthday cake.

"Make a wish, Violet," Blaise said.

I have a lot of wishes, but...

Hope we can remain friends forever!

"Divide the cake, divide the cake!" Everyone cheered together.

"Vio seems to be our youngest," Pansy said, licking the cream, "so we're glad to see our little Slytherin second-year sister is a year older."

"It's frustrating to say the least," Draco said. "When the three of us are old enough to drink, the best you can do is butterbeer. It's infuriating to think about, isn't it."

I laughed and kicked him.

"Sister Snape." A sweet voice came, and I turned around to see Astoria Greengrass standing aside with a smile, "Happy birthday to you." As she said, she handed over the A birthday card.

I was quite surprised to take it, and I didn't forget to say thank you.After Astoria greeted the other three politely, she returned to her first-grade playmates.

"Why is this girl always around us?" Pansy scolded, frowning.

I looked at the card in my hand, it was beautifully crafted: "I don't know."

Christmas is just a few days after the birthday is over.

After sending Pansy and Blaise away, the castle became silent, as thick as snow on the ground.

Crabbe and Goyle were loyal followers of Draco, but not good playmates.We lost interest after playing in the snow for a while.

"I kind of miss Pansy and the others." Looking at the messy ground caused by our snowball fight, I couldn't help sighing.Draco looked at the already dark sky:

"I think we'd better go back to the castle and play chess."

I nodded, turned around and walked back into the wind.

"Wait a minute, Vio!" Draco yelled.I turned around suspiciously:

"what?"

Draco ran after him through the snow: "You didn't wear a scarf? Aren't you cold?"

I touched my cold neck: "Well, since you've already found out, why don't you do something?"

Draco froze for a moment, then pulled off the scarf decisively: "Here, here you are."

This time I was startled, and when I realized it, I almost rolled over in the snow laughing: "Oh, Draco, Draco, are you still a wizard?"

As I said that, I drew out my wand and pointed at him and cast a warming spell and a waterproof spell.

Draco smiled sheepishly, "I just forgot."

I tied Draco's scarf, rolled a snowball and threw it over: "Accept!"

Draco was caught off guard by my hit on the head, he immediately bent down and started to fight back: "Then are you ready, Vio?"

"Hey! Don't ask Crabbe and Goyle for help!"

"Then what do you use your wand for?"

"Wait, I said, that's enough--Yeah!"

After arguing for a while, I ran out of a distance panting: "Okay, Draco, we should go back to the castle." As I said, I sneezed: "Oh, Draco, if I catch a cold, I will die." It's your fault."

"What are you blaming me for?" Draco rushed up and cast a drying spell on me, "You didn't do it first."

"Shouldn't a gentleman give in to girls?" I asked back.Unexpectedly, Draco said with a righteous face:

"Did you look like a lady just now?"

"Hey!"

The dawn of Christmas came, and it was cold and white all around.

I slept in the dormitory until I woke up naturally, with a pile of presents piled up at the foot of the bed as I wished.I got up and sat on the bed and started to disassemble.

My mother sent me a pot of plants that hadn't sprouted yet. She wrote that the plants would be very fragrant when they bloomed, and as long as they were well cared for, they would never wither.

Dad's gift was in an academic style as usual, but this time it was replaced with a "Report on Magic in the Twentieth Century", which introduced some magical breakthroughs and practical little magic spells.

Pansy's gift was paired with Blaise's again: Pansy's was a hairbrush that automatically combed her hair, and Blaise's was three different styles of headbands that all changed color.

There will obviously be no more presents from Hermione this year, but I'm surprised that Draco's presents don't appear this year either.

What are you doing?

I thought angrily.

When I found Draco in the common room, I was about to grab him and question him, but Draco greeted me first: "Come and see your gift, Vio."

I walked over, and he handed me a delicate, somewhat heavy box.I opened it suspiciously, and was pleasantly surprised to find an inkwell inside—exactly the same one that had been smashed in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Thank you, Draco," I said gratefully.While looking over and over again, "It's exactly the same! Even the WS engraved on the bottom of the bottle, ah, no...you engraved it as SW, Draco."

The WS on the bottom of the bottle is the abbreviation of Watson-Snape, and my name is engraved on the prominent bottle.Who knows that Draco shrugged indifferently after hearing what I said: "It's not wrong."

Obviously wrong!

Just as I was about to correct him, Draco had already taken out the wizard chess: "A game?"

It's not a game problem. By the time we put down the chess pieces, it's time for dinner.

"Oh my God, I didn't eat anything today." When I stood up and walked to the auditorium, I realized that I was already hungry.

"So eat more at night." Draco comforted.

The auditorium looked magnificent, not only with a dozen Christmas trees covered with silver frost and thick friezes of mistletoe and holly crossing the ceiling, but also enchanted snowflakes, warm and dry from the ceiling. Fall gently.

After a few Christmas carols, the plate was filled with food.

Goyle and Crabbe ate wholeheartedly, and Draco and I chatted as we ate.Time passed quickly and as I was finishing my Christmas pudding I noticed Dad was getting ready to leave.

"I'm going to talk to Dad, see you in the lounge!"

I ran after Dad while Draco made his way back to the lounge.

"Dad!" I caught up with him at the end of the corridor, "Merry Christmas! Thank you for the gift."

"Merry Christmas, Vio," Papa replied curtly. "Did you have a good Christmas this year?"

I replied honestly, "Actually, it would be better if Pansy was there. But it's perfect."

"It's not very peaceful in the castle lately, so try not to wander alone at night," Dad warned. "And don't go to places you don't usually go to. Sometimes the day is as dangerous as the night."

After several inexplicable attacks, I no longer dare to take my father's advice lightly: "Okay, don't worry, Dad. By the way, what happened to the people who were attacked? Are they dead? Or... ..."

"It's just been petrified. They can be rescued after the mandrake matures." Father replied, "I don't know the cause of the accident. We can only tell us after they wake up."

I thought about it, and didn't rush to ask about the heir of Slytherin: "As long as they are fine."

Dad nodded: "Go back to the lounge, I have to help restore the auditorium to its original state."

"Okay, good night, Dad."

After saying my goodbyes, I walked briskly towards the lounge, thinking about breaking the news to Draco.

"...It's not safe to wander around in the dark corridors these days." A stern voice came from around the corner.I stopped.

"You're just wandering around."

Crabbe?

I took a step forward, and Crabbe and Goyle were stopped by Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley.

"I," said Percy Weasley, straightening up, haughtily, "I am a prefect. Nothing will come at me."

I was particularly annoyed by his tone of voice, so I walked over quickly: "Crabbe, Goyle, why don't you guys go to the lounge?"

They were obviously taken aback when they saw me, and Percy Weasley frowned and looked at me: "Go back to your own dormitories—"

"Good evening, Mr. Weasley. The day at Hogwarts is as dangerous as the night, and the heir in the castle didn't say he didn't attack prefects." I glanced at him and motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow. .

"How did you stop him?" I asked.

Crabbe and Goyle mumbled behind my back without saying a word.It's really a consistent style. I have to say that the brains of the two of them are a bit hard to use.

"Pureblood," I said to an empty, damp wall.

A fire was crackling and crackling in the fireplace, and I walked over to where we usually sat, where Draco was already waiting.

"I've got Crabbe and Goyle," I said to him, and sat down beside him, Crabbe and Goyle in two chairs a little farther from the fire.

"How did you three get together?" Draco asked.

"The prefect of Gryffindor, that Percy Weasley stopped them, and I happened to be passing by," I explained.

"Weasley..." Draco muttered, standing up, "I'm going to show you something, wait a minute."

Draco went back to the dorm, and I stretched out on the sofa, only to find that Crabbe and Goyle were looking at the common room, sitting with their hands bound.

What happened to them?

After a while, Draco came back with a newspaper: "Would you like some tea, Vio?"

I nod.He tapped the teapot with his wand and poured me a cup.Goyle and Crabbe's eyes widened in surprise as he did this.

What happened to them?

"You'll laugh out loud," he said, handing the briefing to Crabbe.

"The one about Arthur Weasley?" I asked.Draco nodded.But who would have guessed that Crabbe showed a forced smile after reading it—to be exact, it was a superficial smile.

"How?" Draco asked impatiently, "Don't you think it's funny?" The reaction of these two guys was surprisingly slow today.

"Hahaha." Goyle laughed dryly a few times, as if hearing a bad joke, "Arthur Weasley likes Muggles so much, he should break his wand in two and join the Muggles row of melons."

I squinted my eyes and looked at Goyle. Goyle has never been so polite and tolerant when dealing with this kind of problem.Draco said contemptuously: "Look at the behavior of the Weasley family, you really can't see that they are purebred wizards."

Crabbe's face contorted.

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" Draco asked fiercely.I couldn't help but looked at the two of them in turn, but I couldn't see anything strange.

"Stomach hurts," Crabbe muttered.

I picked up my teacup and took a sip: "Do you need potions, Crabbe, I have some spares."

"No, no...no need." Crabbe's face contorted even more.I slowly put down the teacup.Gore rolled his eyeballs and said quickly:

"You must know something about who ran it - the Heir of Slytherin."

"Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?" Draco snapped. "Dad won't tell me the details of the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Of course, that was 50 years ago, and he still Not born, but he knows everything, and he says it's all kept secret, and if I knew too much, it would look suspicious. But I do know one thing: the last time the Chamber was opened, a Mudblood Died. So, I bet a Mudblood is going to die this time too... Granger, I hope," he relished.

I noticed that Crabbe's big fist was clenched, and Goyle gave him a warning look... ah, that was so funny...

"It's so easy for you to kill Granger, Draco," I said lazily, keeping an eye on Goyle and Crabbe.Sure enough, after hearing this sentence, both of them became strangely quiet.

"Is there any good way, Vio?"

"Oh, like spelling her a few spells, or pouring a potion," I said casually, "or Polyjuice Potion and sneaking into the Gryffindor common room, and—"

Suddenly, I noticed that the faces of Goyle and Crabbe changed suddenly.And Draco turned his head to me, I glanced at him, and we both understood.

"You know, Dad's potion ingredients were stolen, and he was very upset about it." I said slowly, "I want to let him relax, but it's also a coincidence that what was missing happened to be the production A necessary ingredient for compound decoction."

"So what's next?" Draco asked cooperatively.

"Yeah, Crabbe, Goyle, what do you think should be done?"

At the same instant, Crabbe and Goyle sprang to their feet—Crabbe's hair was turning red, and his nose was slowly growing longer.Goyle's hair has turned black and his body is shrinking.

"Go get some medicine for a stomach ache," Crabbe - or Ron Weasley - mumbled.Without further ado, the two of them rushed across the common room and disappeared.

"We didn't think of that." Draco stared at where they disappeared.

"Christmas is their best chance to act, and we're ignoring it," I said.

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Forewarning ahead - there will be a tear-off between the Snake Academy and the Lion Academy in the near future