HP Dawn Night

Parkinson's Manor is definitely not a pleasant place to be.

As a qualified guest, I certainly wouldn't point this out to the owner of the estate.But this does not prevent this ancient and magnificent manor from being shrouded in suspicion.

And the embarrassment in it may not even be ignored by Pansy-in fact, the Parkinsons have never dined at a table.For breakfast, the house elves will deliver food to our room; at noon, we have lunch in the small lounge outside her study; in the afternoon, we enjoy afternoon tea in the garden; and at night... under the crystal chandelier , Pansy and I sat at the luxurious long table and looked at each other. There were still exquisite food on the plate, but neither the luxurious ostentation nor the expensive ingredients could conceal the fact that both the host and hostess were absent.

This is both disrespectful and unreasonable.

I look at the perfectly cooked lamb chops on my plate, and the house elves wait nervously for our evaluation of the meal.I looked at the extravagant "dinner party" in front of me. There was silence in the dining room. Pansy was clutching an embroidered napkin in his hand, with an astonishingly sharp expression on his face.

Aside from a brief gaffe on the first day, Pansy was perfectly normal.We did our homework together, we talked together, she taught me how to garden, I taught her French, and from beginning to end, Pansy was just as usual.But as her closest friend, there are some changes that I can easily feel.

Such as occasional silence, from time to time dazed.Although I don't understand the reason, I found that Pansy, who has entered adolescence, seems to have a lot of worries or little secrets.

I looked up and just in time to see Pansy's eyes were slightly red.I was taken aback, and tentatively called out in a low voice, "Pansy?"

Her shoulders trembled, and then she lowered her head deeper, gently cutting open the food on the plate with a knife and fork.

"Isn't it to your liking?" I asked.

"The fish is getting cold," Pansy replied with her head down, her voice as calm as ever.

I picked up my teacup and suddenly realized that something must have happened to my best friend.As Pansy chewed, I watched her pretend to be calm and decided to talk to her.

"Pansy." I sighed, and decided to temporarily forget about the half-written potion thesis in front of me. "What's the matter with you?"

Pansy put down the quill as if nothing had happened, and the parchment had already been smeared with ink: "It's nothing, why do you—"

"Stop pretending." I leaned back on the chair and looked at her seriously, "If you have anything to say, you can tell me. I mean, I don't want you to be so unhappy..."

Pansy raised her eyes and looked at the dark garden outside the window: "Have you thought about what to do next, Vio? I mean, after graduating from Hogwarts."

The topic changed a little quickly.I thought about it: "Maybe I can go to St. Mungo's to find a job, but it's hard to say, there are still many things I want to do."

"You know, sometimes I don't know what I want to do. You know what I mean? My parents," she continued, "they don't care about me, you see out, and a lot of the time we couldn't even have a proper dinner together. But like many prim parents in wizarding families, they seemed to have a future planned for me, I mean—"

She stopped dejectedly.

"What do you think of Hermione Granger, Vio?" she asked, ruffling her hair.

"Uh..." I was taken aback for a moment, "She has some qualities that I appreciate, but on the other hand, there are also some qualities that I don't like."

"How many examples?" Pansy said.

"Let's put it this way, we - I mean most of the people in Slytherin - have a prejudice against bitch wizards, but don't they too? Like Granger, maybe Potter and Weasley Will think we're attacking Granger's parentage, but in other words, don't she and they also think we represent the dark side because of Slytherin?"

"The only reason people looked at us differently was because of the guy who couldn't even mention his name," Pencey said.

"And his followers," I added.

"Remember what I told you last time?" Pansy asked suddenly.I froze for a moment, then shook my head: "Which sentence are you referring to?"

Pansy smiled, and quickly stopped smiling: "Muggle books."

I was silent.

"In my mother's study," she said in a flat voice, "don't tell me she's studying Muggleology, or I'll die of laughter."

"But neither of your parents hated Muggles?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't know." Pansy folded her hands in her lap.I'm reminded of a question that has been puzzling me for a while:

"Pansy, do my mother and your mother know each other?"

She shrugged: "At least I didn't hear her mention it when I was at home."

I couldn't understand the strange atmosphere between Mama and Mrs. Parkinson, who seemed to be strangers and called each other by Christian names.

"Speaking of which, I also have a very confused thing." Pansy said slowly, "Vio, what year did your mother enter school?"

"1971?" I said uncertainly. "Anyway, she and my dad were in the same year. Uncle Lucius was already a Slytherin prefect the year they entered school."

"What I'm curious about... is why my mother was younger than Aunt Margaret, but we were born in the same year."

I struggled not to jump up from my chair: "I was born more than a year after my mom graduated..." Then I wanted to take it back, and at the same time, I realized the problem.

"My mother was probably still studying at Hogwarts that year." Pansy said blankly.

Pansy and I stopped bringing up the mystery.

Life at Parkinson's Manor went on as it always had.I grew used to the absence of hostess and hostess, and the silence of the day and night.

Soon it will be time for me to say goodbye.

"Are you going to hang out at Draco's house?" Pansy asked me.

"Probably." I was secretly glad to be able to leave this ancient house that seemed to be full of weirdness everywhere. In comparison, Malfoy Manor is simply too cute!

"Why did you have such an easy summer?" Pansy asked me incredulously, "You didn't have extra classes, and you weren't locked up at home for experiments!"

"Maybe my performance made my mother think that I should have a perfect summer vacation." I said triumphantly.Even though final exams were cancelled, that didn't stop Mom from getting news of me at Hogwarts from Dad, who was the Headmaster.

Such as this semester's "feat"...

"Today's Daily Prophet is here." Pansy dropped the frozen porridge and picked up the newspaper on the table, and she just glanced at it before yelling in disgust, "Oh, this news is not pleasant at all. like!"

"what?"

"'Ministry of Magic staff wins big prize' - guess who?" She read the report hurriedly.

"Weasley?" I said.

"You're such a god." Pansy pushed the newspaper to me. "I don't even know what to say."

I picked it up and glanced at it quickly, to the effect that Arthur Weasley had won a bonus and they used it for a trip to Egypt.The attached photo shows a group of redheads standing on top of a huge Egyptian pyramid.

"There are as many Weasleys as mice," Pansy said grimly.

"The irony is that this report only takes up a small amount of space." I looked at the newspaper, and just above the report was a full page of news:

Lucius Malfoy donates research funding to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds

"The gap between people is everywhere." Pansy said, "Maybe even the Gallon won by Weasley is not enough in Malfoy's eyes."

"But this is really a windfall for Weasley." I continued to eat the remaining bread, "speaking of travel... My mother promised me to go to France, but for now, this summer is No. Maybe Christmas."

"I'm afraid I'm not going anywhere. Maybe you'll run into Blaise, the guy who travels on vacation," Pansy said despondently.

"Brace's holidays are much fancier than any of us. But don't worry, I'll remember to bring you a gift." I reassure her. "How about the perfume?"

"Of course." At the mention of this topic, Pan Xi suddenly became radiant, "I'll tell you which one I want in advance."

"So, can we go to Diagon Alley together this summer?" I asked.Pansy nodded: "If there are no accidents, it should be fine."

"That's good." I said, "I will write to you to make an appointment then."

"Vio," Pansy said suddenly, "during your stay, I'm afraid it was the happiest time I've ever lived in Parkinson Manor."

"Don't worry, dear," I said, "I'll invite you to stay at Watson Park for a while next summer."

"I don't think Professor Snape will be here?" Pansy laughed, "I don't want the holidays to be like going to school."

"Absolutely not." I promised.

The author has something to say:

This is the end of the mysterious Parkinson Manor, the next stop is Malfoy's house~

I'm finally on vacation, I'm so tired==I will make up the promised Qixi Festival episode tonight! ! !sprinkle flowers~

A girl asked when the weekly update would end... This is a difficult question to answer~ The application season is here, and I am still busy with my grades.I will try to be more amazing on the weekend two days, I am afraid I will have to wait until the winter vacation... T^T