HP Dawn Night

When I woke up, I heard Pansy's happy voice:

"You finally woke up. I thought you were going to sleep for another half day."

I got up from the bed, and Pansy had already changed into her Slytherin house uniform and was sitting on the edge of the bed dangling her legs.

"I've had enough sleep." I muttered, looking up at the dark sky outside the window, "What are you doing?"

"Change quickly!" Pansy jumped down and hurriedly urged me, "Of course I'm going to the annual banquet."

I was taken aback: "Now!"

"Yes, it's now!" Pansy seemed to have jumped a lot after recovering from the petrified state, "The celebration started in the evening. If we don't go, we will miss it."

"When did you wake up?" I put on my clothes and opened the door and rushed to the auditorium with Pansy.

"Probably not long after you fell asleep." Pansy said, "I think I'm fine, but Madam Pomfrey insisted that I stay and observe. In order to wait for you, I reluctantly agreed."

"When did Draco and Blaise leave?"

"Not long after the party started, Madam Pomfrey chased them away. You slept long enough, and everyone else left, just you and me." Pansy hurried to the open door of the auditorium, "Ha ! Just in time for us?"

I've been to several Hogwarts banquets, but none have been as wonderful as this one!Everyone was wearing pajamas, eating, drinking, laughing and playing in the auditorium.The year-long cloud that had lingered over Hogwarts was finally lifted.

"Finally a good end to the year, isn't it?" Pansy and I sat down at the long Slytherin table, and Pansy reached for a piece of cake and ate it.

"When did you care so little about your image?" This was the second time I was shocked that night. The image of Pansy with a piece of chocolate cake in her left hand and a jelly donut in her right hand happened once in a thousand years. Fat will also destroy the image of a lady that he has painstakingly established.

"Please, I haven't eaten for months." Pansy rolled his eyes, "And I figured out one thing, in order to avoid such unexpected situations from happening again, I decided to learn to enjoy myself now, After all... you know, life is short."

"I'm so glad you gave up trying to stay slim." I ate my second pudding. "A pudding?"

"Vio, as far as you know, is there any potion that can reduce weight?" Pansy suddenly put down the knife and fork, and for a moment I almost thought she was going to start the plastic surgery plan again.

"It's not impossible, but potions are not omnipotent." I replied honestly.

Pansy nodded: "I'd better just indulge for one night." Then, she raised the knife and fork, and finished a creme brulee with three strokes.

"I haven't asked you yet, how did you get petrified?"

Pansy sighed, as if she didn't want to bring it up: "Granger ran out of the library shortly after, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and I was chasing after her to grab the paper, Near the corner I got out the mirror to take a picture, and—"

"Then you were petrified?"

"No," Pansy shook her head, "but I accidentally dropped the mirror on the floor, and after Granger glanced at it, she suddenly... stopped moving."

"And then?" I asked.

"I thought something was going on, so I walked forward and tried to get out my wand." Pansy stroked her hair. "My last impression was that there were yellow eyes in the mirror."

"It seems that my reasoning is still very close to the truth." I announced triumphantly to the other three people, "The eyes of the basilisk will be petrified when you see the basilisk indirectly, which can also be explained—Mrs. Saw it, Colin Creevey saw it in his camera, Justin Fenriery saw it through the ghost, the ghost saw it directly, but he can't die a second time!"

"Wonderful reasoning!" Draco sarcastically said, "It's a pity that you were brought into the underground secret room before you pushed to the end."

"Shut up, Draco." I kicked him from under the table, and Draco screamed strangely:

"Are you trying to kill your savior?"

"It wasn't you who saved me, Draco," I sneered. "It was Potter who killed the basilisk and the heir of Slytherin."

"Ah, wait," Pansy interrupted our bickering suddenly, "you see the Heir of Slytherin?"

"It's just a form," Blaise replied. "He uses a diary to manipulate people. I think the principle is similar to the Imperius Curse."

"That's far more powerful than the Imperius Curse," Draco said.

I suddenly felt that this kind of magic seemed to have been seen somewhere.

"What does the heir of Slytherin look like, Draco, have you seen it?" I asked hastily.

"No." Draco shook his head, "But Potter destroyed the diary with the basilisk's fangs, and then the heir seems to have disappeared."

"Disappeared..." I repeated these words.

"Okay, Vio," Pansy exclaimed discontentedly, "let go of your logical reasoning," she put a few fruit cakes on my plate, "why can't we take it easy tonight?"

"Makes sense," Blaise smiled, taking a sip of the pumpkin juice. "We haven't had this easy in a year."

At 03:30 in the morning, the door of the auditorium was pushed open again.Rubeus Hagrid's return elicits cheers from the Gryffindors.

"It's kind of a pity to know he's not the culprit." Draco said in a provocative tone that didn't want to disturb the world. "I thought we could change the gamekeeper."

Just then, Hagrid walked towards Slytherin:

"Harry said you solved the mystery for them," he said loudly to me, attracting a lot of attention. "That's a clever reasoning."

"Thank you." I replied hastily.

After Hagrid walked away, Blaise smiled:

"This is the second time you have helped Potter and the others make great contributions."

"It doesn't change anything," I said. "I'm still a Slytherin. Maybe we can form an alliance for a while when we have a common goal or interest, but in the end we go our separate ways."

"You don't regret not being friends with the Savior, do you?" Pansy said sourly, as if jealous.

I tapped her on the head: "Friends, you are enough. As for making friends with the savior, at least you have to wait until they change some of their views."

Pansy blinked quickly, and then we gave each other a big hug knowingly: "You must come to Parkinson Manor to stay with me for a while this summer vacation!"

Draco shouted dissatisfiedly from the side: "I think it's better for Vioud to study with me in Spider's End Alley more often!"

Blaise looked at us smiling with his chin propped on one hand.Seeing him like this, I suddenly remembered something that I had forgotten for a long time: "Brace, where are you every summer vacation? You didn't reply to any of the letters I wrote to you last summer vacation."

"I travel outside every summer vacation." Blaise shrugged and answered lightly, "This year is also the same, so I have to see you next semester."

"Travel!" Pansy asked excitedly, "Where are you going this year? Can you bring some souvenirs back?"

Blaise smiled slightly and said something meaningful: "I don't know. I think life still needs a few more casual trips. Who knows where the next stop will be."

"Are you still going to the godfather this summer?" Draco asked, "otherwise I'll have to ask Mom to invite you and Aunt Margaret to Malfoy Manor for a few days."

"I will write to you as soon as possible." I promised, "And you, Pansy, you too, if I can, I will definitely go to Parkinson Manor!"

This year was not without some small regrets, for example, because Potter and Weasley added [-] points alone, Gryffindor won the Academy Cup without any suspense.

But for this, the Slytherin classmates are very open.

"We won their Quidditch!" Flint announced beamingly, "Players, don't forget to practice hard when you go back to summer vacation! Continue next year!"

"Potter and Weasley still relied on Vio to get the extra points." Pansy said a little dissatisfied, "And because of Ginny Weasley, Dumbledore should deduct some points."

"However, what I'm curious about is why the heir of Slytherin just took me to the Chamber of Secrets instead of casting a curse on me." I asked a question that I had thought about for a long time, "Look at Ginny Weasley, she's going crazy."

"There is a possibility that the heir of Slytherin didn't seem to be hurting you, but your presence disrupted his plans." Blaise replied.

Draco agreed: "You're a pure-blood Slytherin, after all. In a way, both you and Pansy were inadvertently interfering with the heir's plans."

I am speechless.Pansy pouted. "So, in the end, it's me and Vio's fault?"

"No." Blaise shook his head and looked at Pansy, "Blame Merlin, he didn't take good care of you."

As you can imagine, Pansy almost jumped up and threw the cake on Blaise's head, and finally she said angrily: "Brace, don't make me recite the soundtrack love poem you received on Valentine's Day .”

Although there are many shortcomings in this year, this ending is not bad.Professor McGonagall announced that the school had decided to cancel the final exams in order to entertain everyone.And Dumbledore told us that Lockhart had to go away for a while because he needed to get his memory back.

"Poor man," said Draco falsely, "he tried to oblige us with Weasley's wand, and he broke himself."

"That's when I realized that he's blown up all his shit." Blaise rarely commented on a teacher like this. "I decided to throw away all his books."

"Finally we can change to another teacher!" Pansy and I looked at each other and said at the same time.

Among so many exciting things, it is difficult for me to distinguish which one is more exciting and wonderful.