HP Dawn Night

The next morning, when Pansy and I walked into the auditorium, we saw Urquhart and Harper, the second-year students, sitting at the long Slytherin table and talking to a group of people about a seemingly funny story. story.As Pansy and I walked over, Urquhart made a mocking fit of a sudden faint, which caused a burst of laughter.

"I always thought Draco was the one who was most active in finding trouble with Potter." Pansy shook his head, and sat down with me in our usual seats.

At this time, the Gryffindor trio came in through the door.

Now Urquhart was in a good mood. He stood up abruptly and shouted at Potter from a distance: "Hey, Potter! Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooo!"

"Oh, that's stupid." Pansy looked away annoyed.

"Draco isn't the most naive one after all, to be honest, his career has already been followed." I looked at Urquhart and Harper and laughed.

"Making trouble in the Great Hall is not a good option." Draco said calmly as he appeared behind the crowd unnoticed. ..."

"The worst thing is that they are still wandering around the walls of Hogwarts. I hope that one day they will not break into the castle on a whim." Blaise said slowly, "Think about it, The Dementor's Kiss..."

Urquhart and Harper slowly turned pale.The Slytherin students around them dispersed spontaneously, chatting in low voices and returned to their seats.

Draco and Blaise sat down across from us with familiarity.Draco got himself some roasted tomatoes and bread:

"What's the matter, why are you all staring at me?"

"I just didn't expect Master Malfoy to stop people from laughing at Potter." I stirred my oatmeal.Draco's face turned red suspiciously:

"I just don't think he's up to par at all! I mean..." he stammered. "It's supposed to blow Potter out of his wits, right?"

"Thanks Merlin, Draco, you finally realized how ridiculous your past behavior was." Blaise joked.

I curled my lips: "It's too early to say, dear Blaise. Who knows if Draco will go back to his old ways?"

Before Draco could retort, Pansy pulled out her new timetable: "Anyone want to know what class is in today?"

"I!"

"And I!"

"First session in the morning, Charms. Second session, Potions. In the afternoon we need to go to the... er, gamekeeper's cottage for Care of Magical Creatures."

"Who knows what that big fool is going to tell us!" Draco sarcastically said, "I nearly bitten my finger off that damn book!"

I touched the tightly bound book in my schoolbag with lingering fear: "We can't even open the book safely."

"There's always a way." Pansy sighed, stuffing her schedule into the pocket of her robe.

But Draco was relentless about the previous topic: "Vio, 'ridiculous', 'relapse'? Why can't you trust me just once?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, Draco dear," I sighed, "it's just that I'm safer with reservations about Potter."

"but--"

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that I have to go to my father today to talk about the Patronus Charm."

"then you--"

"Please pass me the milk, thank you."

"Don't be silly, Vio, I—"

"Of course I know that you are no longer that silly, troublesome little boy, Draco. But I think you still need more time to learn how to control your emotions, especially when you are facing a deadly enemy. Isn’t it?” I raised my head dumbfounded, “Well, of course I have confidence in you, but even you have to admit that you still need time, right?”

At this moment, some students had already stood up and walked out of the auditorium to attend their first class, and the number of people in the auditorium gradually decreased.

Professor Flitwick is still the same, he stood on a stack of books and said to us:

"Please bring out your "Standard Spells, Level [-]", children. We will be exposed to many cute and interesting little spells this year. Of course, the third grade charms class is generally rated as the best by the students. It's been a fun year, so you can definitely look forward to it."

"I think Professor Flitwick should also be the most popular among the students?" Pansy happily opened the textbook.

"It's a pity that last year's final exam was cancelled, otherwise you must have been the first in Charms." I took out my wand and waved it slowly.

"I just like this class better. Well, actually, a favorite!"

Actually, Dad's Potions class wasn't much different, except that he left me alone after class.

"Hope you had a great summer, Dad!" I said to him.He pushed several briefings in front of me with a deadpan face.That's all about Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban.

"The Ministry of Magic thinks that Black might abscond back to Hogwarts, which is why the group of dementors are here." Dad walked around the dark basement office angrily, looking extremely angry. Dissatisfied with this resolution.

"Why? There's no reason for Black to venture back to Hogwarts." I looked at the skinny, ragged man with a hideous smile in the newspaper, and couldn't help shivering.

"Of course he has. The thing he values ​​the most is at Hogwarts..." Dad stopped in front of me, and continued in one breath, "Come back to business, I still don't think that group of things are just kind and lovely bodyguards, I promise your mother Will take good care of you at Hogwarts. Since your Occlumency is going well, so its learning is temporarily suspended for a while. But I ask you to keep practicing and don't relax. In the next time, I will teach you to guard God curse."

"Great!" I almost jumped to my feet and started cheering.

Dad gave me a few seconds to be elated, and then he poured me cold water:

"The Patronus Charm is an ancient magic, which is higher than the level of ordinary wizards. Even Hogwarts seniors can't master it. After-school tutoring time is still every Friday after dinner, of course, You still have to keep practicing Occlumency repeatedly."

"Okay." I nodded.

"Besides, your mother should have signed the permission form for you to go to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes."

There seemed to be a faint gleam of nostalgia in Dad's dark eyes: "You can go around Halloween, but be careful."

"No problem! You know I've been listening to the seniors talking about it for two years! Bee Dukes, Three Broomsticks, Butterbeer..."

"Yeah, every student has a memory of Hogsmeade." Dad seemed to be talking to himself.

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Today's update is late, sorry

I will add a special episode later~