HP Dawn Night

Slytherin faced Hufflepuff in the final, and it was a clear, sunny day with a pleasant breeze blowing.

"It's a good weather for the game," Flint encouraged us. "We may be able to win the Academy Cup again-if you fly well."

"Hufflepuffs train hard, but even the legendary Gryffindor team lost to us, and they can't win, can they?" Pusey said enthusiastically.

Montague added a lot of scrambled eggs to Draco's plate: "Their Seeker Cedric is pretty good, but don't worry, you're more flexible than him."

"Come on, Vio, do you like bacon?" Pansy asked me sweetly. "Don't worry, you're used to seeing the house cup on Professor Snape's desk, aren't you? Then put it Continue to stay."

"That's right, Parkinson!" Everyone agreed.

I ate all the bacon Pansy gave me, but the Gryffindor table was not in a good mood.Although they later won Ravenclaw, they also missed the final.

It's a pity, Potter actually flies pretty well.But who says there can only be one champion?

After eating, we went back to the dormitory to get broomsticks.Just as we were returning to the auditorium, we were about to descend the marble steps.Granger suddenly whirls past us, rushing upstairs, shouting, "Harry - I just realized something! I'm going to the library!"

In the blink of an eye, just before Potter, Weasley, me, Draco, and Blaise couldn't react at all, Pansy jumped up and chased after him:

"Go to the Quidditch pitch first, come on!"

She put down a word.

"Pansy!" I called after her, but she didn't look back.

"Pansy, don't you watch Vio's game?" Draco called.

However to no avail.That's the way Pansy is, sometimes, once she's made up her mind, no one can talk her out of it.

"What did she understand?" I asked, flustered. "Is that how Pansy went after me?"

"Don't know, but why did Granger go to the library?" Draco asked.

"This is Granger's usual style. When in doubt, go to the library." Blaise shook his head and replied with a shrug.

I stood there hesitantly, whether I wanted to go after Pansy.But by this time people were coming out of the Great Hall, talking and laughing loudly, and the crowd wrapped us, and Potter and Weasley, towards the Quidditch pitch.

"We can move fast," Blaise said quickly, clutching his broomstick, "to finish the game as soon as possible, and then go to Pencey."

"That makes sense." Draco nodded in agreement, "Come on, Vio."

I dazedly joined the hustle and bustle across the field with my broomstick, and as I changed into my dark green robes in the locker room, something seemed to flash through my mind.

But in the next second, we walked to the field amid deafening cheers. The Hufflepuff players, dressed in pale yellow, gathered together to discuss tactics in the last minute.

Just as the two captains finished shaking hands and I was about to get on the broom, Professor McGonagall suddenly ran and walked across the field, holding a huge purple microphone in his hand.Dad followed her, looking stern.My heart sank suddenly.

"The game is cancelled," Professor McGonagall said into the packed bleachers through a microphone, which erupted in boos and shouts of disapproval.I suddenly felt weak in my legs, and Blaise and Draco walked up to me. Instead of protesting why the Quidditch match was cancelled, they looked at the dean of Slytherin walking towards us, just like me. .

Professor McGonagall and Dad are late, and... a sense of foreboding haunts my mind

Professor McGonagall ignored the crowd's protests: "All students must return to the common room of the college, where your dean will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible!—"

"Professor!" Flint yelled at his father in displeasure. "We have to play! We are only one step away from the Academy Cup!"

"Vio," Dad ignored him, but came straight over, "And you," he motioned Draco and Blaise to come together, "you need to know first."

"Know what?" I asked warily.

Dad didn't answer.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall also stopped Potter: "Potter, I think you'd better come with me..."

I don't know what I was looking at Potter as Ron Weasley pushed his way through the complaining crowd.The six of us walked towards the castle, and when Weasley ran over, Professor McGonagall actually nodded:

"Well, maybe you'd better come too, Weasley."

As our strange team ascended the marble staircase, nearly the entire school took notice of us.The chattering sound of discussion sounded from behind, and I suddenly felt something vaguely, and the fleeting thoughts in the locker room just now flashed again.

this road--

"Dad!" I stopped, I knew I was shaking, but I couldn't control myself, "Why are we in the medical room?"

Both Potter and Weasley looked at me with inexplicable eyes, but Blaise and Draco quickly understood that their faces were no longer calm or puzzled, but exactly the same as mine——

Frightened, worried.

"Calm down, Vio." Dad patted my head and led me on.I could barely walk, and the premonition grew stronger.

"You'll be a little shocked," said Professor McGonagall, in a surprisingly soft voice, as we approached the infirmary, "that there's been another attack...another double attack."

My heart seemed to be pounding, as if some dire speculation had been confirmed.Professor McGonagall pushed open the door of the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was looking down at a girl with brown shaggy hair in Gryffindor gowns. It was Hermione Granger.On the bed next to her—

"Pansy!" I screamed, almost pounced wildly, when Draco grabbed my hand in time and dragged me back a distance so I wouldn't disturb Madam Pomfrey's work , he held my arms so tightly that I couldn't break free.Dad's hand on my shoulder seemed to comfort or calm me down.Blaise convulsed seemingly uncontrollably, his face paled, almost forcing himself to stay calm and not lose control.

"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't think any of you can explain that? It's on the floor next to them..." She held up a small round mirror , I took a breath and replied tremblingly:

"Pansy... this is Pansy's, she used to look in the mirror at the corner..."

I can only express it like this.The three of us stared at Pansy, who lay there motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, like everyone else who had been petrified.But it's different.