HP Dawn Night

One or two years after the end of the jihad, the heroes of the year gradually returned to ordinary life.

"Snapped!"

There was an apparition explosion, and the Muggles on the streets of London were completely oblivious to the sudden appearance of a woman beside them.

Pansy looked left and right, then moved her face closer to the glass:

"Hi, I'm thinking of St. Mungo's. Private visit."

No one noticed that the mannequin moved its fingers. Pansy straightened up and walked quickly through the glass into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds.

"Huh..." Pansy let out a sigh of satisfaction at the warm temperature. She raised her hand and brushed off the snow on her cloak, then walked towards the visitor reception area.

"Hello, Mrs. Zabini!" The receptionist who knew her greeted warmly, "Are you here today—?"

"Just a private visit." Pansy smiled and waved his hand, then picked up a quill to write his name on the register.

When Violet walked into her office, she was busy writing a report.

"Looks like you're a little busy?" Pansy asked, sitting down across from her.

"Is there? You can get off work after writing this." Violet raised her head and glanced, "Why did you come here suddenly today?"

"Of course there is something to do." Pan Xi sighed heavily, "Go for a drink together later?"

Violet quickly finished writing the patient's discharge report, and then she went to make a round of the ward she managed.

"Let's go." She dragged Pansy away from St. Mungo's in a hurry.

"So, the last time you met Blaise was three months ago?" After finding a Muggle cafe with few people, Violet asked back in surprise after listening to Pansy's confession.

Blaise got his wish and became Gringotts' curse-breaker after graduation, and has been sent out for a long time since then.And Pansy just happened to work for the "Daily Prophet". Although the two got married early, they spent less and less time together, not even as much as when they were in school.

"I don't want to resign. The columnist is something I fought for. But Blaise doesn't want to change jobs, you know, he likes to run around." Pansy said distressedly.

"So, there must be a compromise between the two of you?" Violet rolled her eyes, "Pansy, why don't you apply for an assignment?"

"...I don't have anyone in my department that can be assigned abroad! Unless you, St. Mungo, open an overseas branch."

"Anyway, Blaise will be back at Christmas, you can have a good talk." Violet said that she couldn't help.Pansy's character made her a successful career in the "Daily Prophet", and Merlin knew how difficult it was for her to give up this job.

"Vio," said Pansy with a sad face, "it's useless to discuss this kind of thing with you."

"As long as you know……"

One of the hottest news at Hogwarts that year was that the famous playboy Blaise Zabini took down the noble and glamorous Queen Pansy Parkinson in one fell swoop before graduation, and held it on the second day of the graduation ceremony A wedding that blinded the entire wizarding world.

This news made many people feel like a knife, so the pairing of Draco and Vio is relatively more reasonable.

"It's great to be like you, to go to and from get off work together every day." Pansy looked at Wei Ao enviously.The other party complained:

"This kind of life is not suitable for you, you have to give up all chances of finding an affair."

Pansy: "..."

"Lately though I've been thinking about changing jobs," Vio said, "Hogwarts needs a new potions professor, and my mum wants me to work on beauty potions with her - though my dad scoffs at that. "

"Professor Snape doesn't intend to continue teaching potions?" Pansy asked with concern.

"He's old, the principal has had enough." Vio shrugged.

"Have you talked to Draco?"

Wei Ao shook his head: "I haven't found a suitable opportunity yet."

One of the biggest disadvantages of working in St. Mungo's is that Lucius Malfoy is a long-term patron of St. Mungo's, and Draco is also a healer. to be restrained...

After a day's work, Mr. Draco Malfoy happily went to the fourth floor to find his wife, but was rejected.

An onlooker trainee therapist kindly informed: "Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Zabini left together."

Draco felt that it was necessary for him to write a letter to his friend, asking him to take care of his wife.Or write to the Daily Prophet, whose staff seem to be having too much time.

Little Mr. Malfoy ate vinegar unnecessarily, while Mrs. Zabini, who was far away in the cafe, sneezed in dismay.

One morning a few days later, Draco, who went downstairs to get the letter, accidentally saw a letter from Hogwarts.

Are you kidding?No one in the Malfoy family needs to go to school yet.

Draco silently complained in his heart about the godfather who became a father-in-law who became a lot more cruel, while opening the letter.

Who knew...it turned out to be an invitation letter! ! !

Draco carefully read every word in the letter, taking the time he spent studying medical materials.Finally, he dared not believe his eyes.

Hogwarts invites Violet to teach Potions! ! !

Was it the godfather's idea, or was that Neville Longbottom playing tricks?

Draco quickly ran through the daily life of the godfather in his mind, and then easily found a big problem.That is: Hogwarts professors, like students, only have winter and summer vacations a year!You have to live in school at other times!How can this be!

Does this mean that the Malfoys, who have been married for less than three years, will have to part ways... Draco must not allow such a thing to happen. rejected.

Just then, Narcissa appeared in front of Draco in her dressing gown.

"Good morning, Mom!" Draco folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket, while greeting Narcissa nonchalantly, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Narcissa sat at the table reading the letter: "Goyle has a little girl, are you going to visit with Vio today?"

"Of course." Crabbe's unexpected death made his relationship with Goyle even closer.Draco nodded decisively.

"Although I'm not urging you, I have to say that I'm also looking forward to the birth of my grandchildren. Draco, you looked much cuter when you were young than you are now. I can't wait to see another baby." Narcissa said casually A sentence, but Draco firmly remembered it.

Oh, he seems to have found a way to keep Vio from working at Hogwarts!

This Christmas, the little Malfoy couple had a particularly sweet time, and Draco tried his best to coax his wife, almost responding to every request.Even the parents of both parties think that the pair of little mandarin ducks are too affectionate, and it seems that they will never get out of the honeymoon period.

In this situation, Violet had long forgotten about the Hogwarts invitation letter - in fact, it had already been thrown into the fireplace by Draco.

On the last morning of the Christmas holiday, Violet rolled over in a half-dream, and rolled into an embrace naturally.

"Morning, darling," Violet mumbled, trying to get into another comfortable position and sleep.

"Today is the last day of vacation," Draco said suggestively, dropping many kisses.

"..."

Violet always felt that Draco had been too enthusiastic recently.

Finally, by the time Draco walked into the dining room, Lucius and Narcissa had finished their breakfast and were reading the paper.Seeing Draco come in, the couple exchanged a look, Narcissa found a reason to leave the restaurant, while Draco stayed to face Lucius face to face.

"Draco." Lucius gave a fake cough, thinking about how to talk about this topic with his son, "Although your mother and I hope to see the birth of our grandchildren as soon as possible, but—"

— But you don't have to worry about it.

Violet, who was coming down the stairs, just heard this sentence, Lucius' words reminded her of the night life of the past few days... After thinking about it for a few seconds, Violet decided to give up breakfast, turned around and said in embarrassment slipped away quietly.

The Christmas holidays passed quickly, and the young Malfoys returned to the tedious work of St. Mungo's.On this day, the trainee therapist knocked on the door of Violet's office: "Mrs. Malfoy, Mrs. Zabini wants to see you."

This columnist known for his sharp tongue and sharp writing is well-known in St. Mungo's, maybe she is here for an interview today.

"Is she in the press room?" Violet stood up.The trainee therapist shook her head: "Mrs. Zabini is in the special ward on the fifth floor."

"Is she sick?" Violet dropped this sentence in surprise, turned and hurried towards the special ward without waiting for the trainee therapist to answer.

In addition to Pansy, there were two familiar people in the ward—Draco and Blaise.

"Hi, Blaise." After a brief greeting, Violet asked Pansy a series of questions, "Why are you here? Are you feeling okay?"

Pansy lay on the bed and said to her with a smile: "Maybe we will have a child next year."

Violet stared at her in surprise, taking a few seconds to digest the explosive news.Then she screamed despite being in the hospital, "You mean, you—"

"I'm pregnant!" Pansy announced proudly, "so that means soon you'll be godmother!"

"—But my suggestion is that you'd better stop working like crazy." Draco couldn't help splashing cold water, "Pansy passed out while writing the manuscript, and then was sent here—— Apparently, the idiots at the Daily Prophet thought she was under a spell. Pansy, the weirdest thing is that you don't feel it at all. Brace, I have to feel sorry for your kid's IQ Deeply concerned."

Draco's heart was full of jealousy towards Blaise, and he couldn't help turning on the poisonous tongue mode even when he spoke.

"Draco, come on," the father-to-be, Blaise, danced happily, not caring what Draco was saying.But Violet gave him a blank look, "Your tone is more and more like Dad."

The "father" here is of course Professor Severus Snape.

Draco: "..." I really can't tell.

"I've decided to take a long vacation," Pansy babbled, and Blaise looked at her affectionately. "Brace might consider moving to a position where he doesn't have to travel around, eh?"

Dazed by happiness, Blaise finally forgot his ideal of traveling the world: "That's right, I decided to apply today."

Draco's inner OS: Blaise, your IQ has dropped by a notch, it's almost a negative!

Feeling insulted, Mr. Malfoy is determined to work harder, and he is doomed to lag behind others. Mr. Malfoy has no choice but to comfort his wounded heart with the theory that "parents' IQ determines the outcome".

"...So, Violet, I want to thank you very much." Pansy's words changed back to Violet who was wandering around.

Violet: Thank you for what...

Pansy winked at Violet slyly, quite meaningfully.Violet stared blankly at her friend for a while, and then suddenly remembered what Pansy asked for when she came to the door mysteriously not long ago——

"Vio, do you have anything...uh...you get it! It's a bit like a love potion!"

At that time, the simple Violet presented Queen Pansy with the latest Phantom perfume produced by the master of potions, Lady Margaret.

Its main effect is to add to the fun...

add to the fun...

Violet: So even Blaise couldn't resist it?I'm going to tell my mother—

Draco: It's not a good thing to have a wife with better potions than yourself...

The author has something to say:

This extra episode is written in a hurry, so let’s wait and see~