HP Dawn Night

"It's over there, look."

"Which side?"

"Beside the tall red-haired boy."

"The one with the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"See that scar on him?"

——"Potter! Potter! Always Potter! The great saint Potter! The boy who lived! Oh, he probably has never been so popular in his life." Whispering about Potter's people around the corner, Draco finally couldn't take it anymore.

He threw a few Hufflepuff freshmen against the wall in a rude manner, and I thought he was going to challenge Potter, but in reality he just walked angrily towards the History of Magic classroom.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and Pansy and Blaise followed closely behind him.

We're going to History of Magic with Ravenclaw today, and we're going to the Astronomy Tower tonight.

Professor Binns is the only ghost teacher at Hogwarts. He always speaks in a flat, monotonous voice in class, and the students are drowsy and scribbled down a few names and dates.

I tried my best to remember the names of Morik the Wicked and Urik the Weird, and there were not many sober people in the classroom at this time.Half of the Ravenclaw students were glued to their books, but they hadn't turned a page for a long time.And most of the Slytherin students have fallen into a semi-sleep state.

"Shall we go for a walk by the lake this afternoon?" Just as I held back a yawn, Pansy handed me a note.I noticed that the sun outside the window was very good.

"Of course." I scribbled the answer, and Pansy handed the note to Draco and Blaise, who sat behind us.

We have basically taken all the courses since the first few days of school.Professor McGonagall, the teacher of transfiguration, is also the vice-principal of Hogwarts and the head of Gryffindor. She is strict and smart, and she is not easy to fool at first glance.

The teacher of the charm class is Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw. He is short and has to stand on a stack of books to reach the desk in class.

Three times a week we go with Professor Sprout to a herbal medicine class in the greenhouse behind the castle.Pansy didn't like this class very much, because we were always exposed to all kinds of plants-and some of them were not very pleasant to grow.Professor Sprout is the dean of Hufflepuff. She looks short and fat, smiling all the time. In the first class, she told us that cultivating these exotic plants and fungi is the most interesting thing in the world. one.

We also have to go to the Astronomy Tower to observe the starry sky every Thursday night. Knowing the names of the stars and the trajectories of the stars is obviously not easy, but Draco enjoys this job very much, maybe because of his name.

Generally speaking, every class is very interesting, but the much-anticipated Defense Against the Dark Arts is an exception.In fact, it became the biggest joke — Quirrell's classroom was filled with a horrible garlic smell, supposedly meant to banish a vampire from Romania.He stuttered and slurred in class, and no one in Slytherin bought into him.If Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts remains at this level, I personally think Dumbledore might as well ban this "cursed" class.

"It's really boring. Fortunately, it's lunch time." Pansy stood up impatiently and was the first to walk out of the classroom.

"Anyway, History of Magic can be passed with a little memorization of notes." I comforted her.

"Maybe I should write home and ask Mom to send me a quill that takes notes automatically?" Draco laughed mockingly.

"Miss Snape, I have a message from Professor Snape," a Hufflepuff student appeared in front of us. He trembled and seemed to muster up his courage before speaking, and kept watching in fear. Looking at me, "He asked you to come to his office at three o'clock in the afternoon."

After saying this he fled in terror, not wanting to stay a second longer, as if I would draw out my wand and cast a spell on him.

"It seems that the godfather is a little too strict in class." Draco stared at this scene dumbfounded, shaking his head and said.

"Looks like I won't be able to go for a walk by the lake with you," I said to Pansy, sitting down at the long table.

"It's okay, I—"

"Pansy," said Daphne Greengrass, who interrupted Pansy, who, I think, thought I wouldn't hex her in public, with a big smile, "since Snape Miss is not here, so may I invite you to go to the lake with me this afternoon? Maybe Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini?"

I think Greenglass' IQ has dropped to a new low.

"Call me Miss Parkinson, please," Pansy said coldly, then turned her back and left her alone. "Would you like some pudding, Vio?"

Daphne Greenglass blushed slowly and rushed out of the restaurant in tears.Millicent Bird did not chase after hesitating for a long time.

"The Greenglass family shouldn't let such a stupid person come if they want to be a dragon and a phoenix." Pansy poured sauce on the steak as if Greenglass had never appeared.

"She probably thought you would be easier to talk to." I shrugged and scooped up a spoonful of soup.

"It's not a wise choice to strike up a conversation hastily, not to mention she chose the wrong time and the wrong person." Draco cut the steak gracefully, wiped his hands with a napkin, "The Greengrass family still needs to improve their plan, and The one who goes to execute."

Although Greengrass is also one of the second-best pure-blood families, they are generally regarded as the type of nouveau riche, so they don't enjoy much in the upper class.This time Daphne Greengrass was presumably on her father's orders to approach the heirs of several prominent names.

"It's fine if she doesn't offend you, but it's a pity that she doesn't know that we all grew up together." Pan Xi concluded.

After lunch, we headed to the library to complete our Transfiguration homework.

"Professor McGonagall is too ruthless." Pansy measured the length of her thesis with a magic tape measure, "It's still a little short, maybe I can talk about my opinion a little more?"

"Or focus on describing her demonstration," Brace suggested.

"Okay, it's almost time." I checked the time, started to pack my things, said goodbye to them, and walked to my father's office alone.

"Come in." After I knocked on the door, my father opened the office door.

He was wearing his usual black robes (the only color I suspect he had), and the shelves on either side of the office were stacked with bottles and jars.If you ignore some creepy stuffed animals, those medicinal materials are still very interesting.

"Your mother hoped that I could give you some extra guidance, but other teachers reported that you seem to be a student with a normal level, so I decided to give you extracurricular tutoring every Friday night." Father looked down Looking at me, I obediently replied:

"Okay, father."

To be honest, I don't think he is as easy to get along with as my mother, and my intuition tells me that it is better to be smart in front of my father.After all that Hufflepuff student had already given me an answer about Professor Snape's normal behavior.

"I personally think that you are a bit too hasty in learning Occlumency right now, so you should start with the basics." Father's tone finally had some ups and downs, not as dry as the first time we met, "I sincerely hope that tomorrow's Potions class You can perform satisfactorily."

"Of course, I will try my best." I replied.

"Besides," said my father slowly, and I smelled a little danger, "assuming I read correctly, it appears that Miss Greengrass had some quarrel with Miss Parkinson at noon today."

"No," I replied quickly, "it's just a trifle."

I thought my father hadn't noticed the clashes that erupted in our little corner in just a few seconds, but obviously he saw it all.

My father stared at me with dark eyes, as if he was considering how to deal with this matter.Finally, he said, "I hope so." His eyes fell on the family crest I was wearing: "Your mother must have wanted you to act like a good heir, not a silly troll."

I suddenly had an epiphany: "Father, does Snape have his own badge?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt that I was going to die. Sure enough, my father said with a straight face: "No, you should also fill your head with more useful things instead of thinking about things like coats of arms every day."

"Yes, father." I answered immediately.

Father was silent for a few seconds thoughtfully, then walked around behind the desk: "Okay, now you can go."

He picked up a stack of homework for grading, and when I closed the office door, I just saw him writing—like an E?

not bad.

As I walked back to the common room, I was still thinking about how to get along with my father like a normal father and daughter-it was so difficult, after all, there was an 11-year gap between us.

"What did the godfather tell you?" Back in the lounge, Draco was sitting on his usual sofa, playing wizard chess with Pansy.

"About the tutoring thing," I looked around the lounge. "Where's Blaise?"

Pansy got another chip taken by Draco, and she tried her best to save the game: "Going out to date a Ravenclaw first-year."

"What?" I asked again in surprise.

"You have to get used to it, this is Blaise's style." Draco easily defuses Pansy's offensive, commanding the chess pieces to launch a general attack on Pansy's king.

"He's only 11." I'm still in disbelief.

"What's wrong with being 11 years old, Blaise's sweet talk almost made some first graders forget their names." Pan Xi's king threw the crown under his feet, and Pan Xi lost.She stretched, "Oh, I'm really not good at chess."

"Let's go for a walk together," I said. The communal room, while comfortable, doesn't get the sun, and we haven't had time to go out for a walk this week.

"I have to post a letter to Mom," Draco said.

"Me too."

"You guys go, I want to go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep." Obviously, the sequelae of the transfiguration operation are still there.Pansy yawned a little and waved to us.

"Okay then, see you at dinner." Draco and I got out of the lounge one after the other.

"Why aren't Crabbe and Goyle with you?" Crabbe and Goyle are Draco's two followers, often following behind him.

"They?" Draco snorted coldly, "Maybe eating candy somewhere."

I know that Draco doesn't really think highly of Crabbe and Goyle, and his private interactions are dominated by cynicism and domineering.

From a third-party perspective, I don't think it's wise to do so.

"Maybe you should change your attitude towards them, otherwise they may not continue to follow you faithfully." I said so.

"They're just followers." Draco dismissed that. "They follow me because the Malfoys can give them some insignificant benefits."

Uncle Lucius was well-connected and acquainted with many important people.

In contrast, the less prominent Crabbe and Goyle families certainly want to get closer to the Malfoy family, and one of the best ways is to play the friendship card.

"Draco, you should be more mature." I covered my face and sighed.

"I know where the line is." Draco said to me, slowing down. "I may not be as calm and self-possessed as Blaise, but I'm not as reckless and stupid as Greengrass."

"Of course, I believe you." I know that although Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa dote on Draco, they have not lost the education they deserve.

I beckoned, and Bethany slid down from the perched shelf lightly. I took out the letter I had written a long time ago from my pocket and tied it up. "Go, remember to bring back your mother's letter."

It nibbled my finger affectionately, and glided out the window.Draco's owls followed, and we stood for a moment at the window of the owl shack, watching them become two tiny black dots in the sky.

"Going around?" Draco asked me.

"Okay, I want to go to the lake to practice the spell I learned recently." We walked outside the castle together, but happened to see two somewhat familiar figures.

"Potter and Weasley?" Draco watched the two hurry up a moving staircase. "Why are they here?"

"There's no way out, I guess." I watched as Weasley sank into a mischievous flight of stairs, and Potter tried in vain to save him. "Can't bear to watch, Draco, let's go."

"Filch's cat appeared," Draco gloated as Mrs. Norris ran quickly to find Filch, "Potter and Weasley are dead."

That scrawny, dull gray cat was such a nuisance that everyone wanted to kick it.I heard that Potter and Weasley had conflicts with Filch not long ago, and now they are really in trouble.

"I heard it was Quirrell who saved them last time." Draco and I stepped into the warm sunlight in the courtyard together, his golden head was particularly eye-catching under the light, "but they may not be so lucky this time gone."

There were also many students in the courtyard, some gathered on the promenade, and some swayed on the lawn.

"Let's go to the other side of the lake." I pointed to the far side, and the near side was surrounded by a group of Gryffindors, who seemed to be older than us.They didn't know what they were talking about when they got together, and I vaguely saw the red hair exclusive to the Weasley family.

"I heard there are giant squid in the lake." Draco said beside me as I lay on the grass watching the shadows cast by the sun through the leaves.

"Mom said there are mermaids in the lake." The lake water shone with a silvery and charming luster, and laughter from the other side came from afar.

"Who knows what's there." Draco closed his eyes to enjoy the comfortable sunlight, and I followed his example to relax. After I closed my eyes, I could only hear the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves and faint laughter. and the warmth of the sun.

a bit sleepy.I think.