Bride of the HP Dragon

[A notice is pinned to each academy bulletin board. ]

Dear students,

Please know that the School Bludgers will be undergoing annual maintenance this Friday from 8:17am-2:17pm.According to the usual practice, all students except the prefects who are allowed to enter the Quidditch pitch are strictly prohibited from entering.The team captain needs to make sure that the players are aware of this prohibition.If someone is found loitering around the court, the academy will automatically deduct 20 points.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Mrs Hooch

[Thursday Morning Owl Mail, Before Declassification]

To: Gertrude Merrybones, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dear Gertrude,

Sorry to hear about your ongoing health problems.As you requested, I enclose Gran's prescription, I hope it will work, please write back and let me know the result.

love your sister,

Prudence

[Happy Bone Granny's successful bran cake recipe, deciphered]

Draco,

Thanks for writing and sorry for the late reply as it took me a few days to decipher your encryption magic.

This spell is genius, and if you don't succeed in inheriting, you should really consider submitting an application to the Office of Magical Patents.

With regard to the nuisance at hand, I have undertaken an initial investigation of your predicament and drawn up a short list of persons who can help, at a fee of course.

Given the question of legality, it is wise to keep the matter strictly confidential.This letter contains an estimate of someone under consideration in the panel.If you feel that the terms are not satisfactory, please let me know as soon as possible.

We'll meet at the Round Rock Hotel in Knockturn Lane, Saturday night.I will suggest that you book a room in the hotel under the name of Happy Bone Couple, and I will come to you within the agreed time.

Best regards

ER Bokin

On Thursday evening Tonks decided it would be a good evening for a walk.Her shift, which consisted of boring patrols up and down Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, ended before 10 minutes, and she spent another 10 minutes with the equally boring Rufus Quail who came to change her shift. Temein chat.

Tonks intended to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink or two with Hagrid or to Lupine to borrow another Muggle detective novel (the man's private interest), but she was ultimately content with walking.

Hogwarts Castle might be as old as the mountains, but she found something new each time, like the profusion of buzzing hydrangeas that Professor Sprout had planted this past spring.

It took Tonks a day or two to realize that the dizzying background buzzing wasn't the result of a minor injury from hitting her head against the low railing of the library, but rather the result of the plant.

Besides that, there was something else in the castle: new rooms moved from place to place, the ever-increasing refreshment tray in the prefect's bathroom.Unfortunately, these other new changes are less innocuous.

The team at Hogwarts had met earlier to discuss the lack of content in the daily reports.Moody had obtained an intel on the activities of the Dark Lord's newest follower, but since the Dark Mark had been witnessed throughout Hogsmeade on Wednesday, there had been no sign of anything evil since.

And the most recent Hogwarts-Auror Quidditch match, which entertained everyone, was a welcome respite before suffocating in the damp and putrid air.

Also, something just doesn't feel right.Quatermain swore he had a drop or two of seer's blood, stubbornly thinking he could feel the nasty things that were about to happen.Professor Trelawney agrees, but her opinion is neither new nor particularly reliable.

Everyone felt it—a tension bordering on dread.The last six years at Hogwarts have not ended with silence or peace, so why should this year be any different?

Because we're ready this time, that's why, Tonks thought.

Albus Dumbledore, about to cut off his own arm, let one of the children he was protecting fall into the tempting trap provided by the Dark Lord.

It is a trap, there is no other way to say it.There's always a handful of "to watch" lists of students who seem to have nowhere else to go than others: the disillusioned, the insignificant, the very, very angry at the world.

Currently there are four from Slytherin, three from Ravenclaw and one from Gryffindor.Professor Sprout was extremely relieved that his student did not appear on the list.

No need to be proud of Professor Sprout proving himself to be a good teacher, the fact is that Hufflepuff (Tonks corrected himself, this was cruel) would be a surprisingly devoted Voldemort supporter.Once they've given their vows, they've fallen all the way down with the unquestioned loyalty that's inherent in them, and getting rid of a Hufflepuff Death Eater is always to thank heavens for.

Feeling agitated by his increasingly depressing thoughts, Tonks tried to lighten himself up a bit.Walking along the east wall of the castle, her shoes crunched on the gravel, with the buzzing hydrangeas on the left and the Forbidden Forest on the right.

She chose a cobblestone path along the edge of dense bushes and walked for a few minutes until she reached Donald Bligh's patrol boundary.Is that Astrid Hudgens?Moody was always annoyed that she couldn't remember their respective patrol areas.

It was Bligh, and she knew it because she was near.

Clearly something is wrong here, and Bligh is talking excitedly to someone standing in the shadows.

"Fluorescent," Tonks said, illuminating the area. "Donald, do you need my help?" she asked, standing behind her colleague.

She was shocked to discover that the person Bligh was speaking to was Draco Malfoy, clearly illuminated by the enchanted light.Her former cousin was wearing black jeans, sneakers, and a black long-sleeved shirt that looked like he was wearing it as a disguise.

She wasn't surprised that some students were casual about the danger, and just yesterday they had caught a Ravenclaw who happened to be in the library after curfew.Hogwarts is a big family after all, and telling a teenager to stay in their room after dinner is no easy feat.

Her colleagues were disturbed to see her: "I found this student sneaking around at night, and he said he was going to meet a girl by chance."

Bligh was probably trying to find an excuse for Malfoy wandering around after curfew.Tonks sighed. The resentment that Quidditch caused outlasted the smell of the stinky balls on his skin.

"Malfoy, your academy will deduct points for this." Bligh said with a schadenfreude, he took out his patrol log, recorded this encounter, closed it with a snap of his fingers, and then turned his attention to his victim.

Malfoy remained completely calm, and even looked a little bored: "Okay," he said, stretching out his pale arm, "Slapped my wrist and deducted points, now I can go?"

At this moment, Tonks had three thoughts, maybe they were just nonsense, for everyone, the result of this encounter might be completely different.

The first interesting thought was that Malfoy hadn't given the slightest hint that he knew her, even though they'd introduced themselves as cousins ​​last week.The second was that she would expect Draco Malfoy to argue for his supreme privilege of being free to go where he wanted, of his blood being free to do as he pleases, of infallibility and divine right.

She almost expected his explanation.

Which led to a third thought, more alarmingly suspicious, because she and Bligh hadn't just met Draco Malfoy, and he seemed as out of place as an orange milkshake right now. (Translator's Note: There is a saying in nutrition that acidic fruits cannot be eaten with milk.)

While Bly was still babbling that she wasn't paid to be a babysitter, she was about to unmask Draco, and Tonks pointed his wand at the liar.

"You're under arrest," she ordered, holding her wand against the stranger's chest.

"Tonks... uh, what are you doing?" Bligh looked surprised.

"I don't think it's Malfoy," she replied without looking at him.

"Jesus," he murmurs, he's been acting a little bully and hotheaded, and she's hoping he's not that dull.Bligh didn't disappoint, his wand extended parallel to Tonks and immediately cast two fluorescent flares.

"I suppose you can give a reason for doing so," he asked lazily.

"We'll find out," Tonks said, rubbing the tip of his staff against his chest, "Who are you?"

The stranger smiled, Draco's typical half-sly, half-discharged smile, but it wasn't Draco, and Tonks couldn't remember the real Draco needing to show so many teeth.

According to the rules of the arrest, Tonks walked around behind the suspect who was about to be captured, and asked Bligh to disarm him.She was three steps behind him, poised to throw a swoon when needed.

"If I wasn't Draco Malfoy, who would I be?" was his reply.

The same drawl, the same articulation, horrible, but imitated very, very well.

"Okay?" Bligh yelled at his colleagues. "I don't want to hit the same student twice in one week, on asphalt or not," he muttered.

Tonks cocked his head and looked closely at the man who claimed to be her cousin from behind. "It's not Malfoy," she said after a moment, "Grab him."

"If you've got a wand on you, throw it away now!" yelled Bligh.

The impostor reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his wand and threw it at Bligh, all the while smirking.

"You are making a terrible mistake, Oros," said the liar. "Think before you do it, or you will regret it."

Bligh pointed his wand at the liar's face, and a blunt "pass out" is known to cause unavoidable damage: "Get down on the floor or we'll have to be rough, I won't say that a second time .”

The weird smile on the liar's face didn't fluctuate at all: "Oro, have you ever lost someone who is precious to you?"

"Get down on the floor before I knock out your teeth, you bastard!" Bligh began growling.

"Have you ever lost a friend, a parent, or a brother? Or a partner?" the question floats up.

Tonks realized a different kind of trouble than usual: "He's fooling you, Dan. Tie up the boy and it'll all work out. I'm going to signal."

The stranger glanced over his shoulder at Tonks suddenly, as if he had just noticed her there: "Hudgens, that's his girlfriend's name, isn't it? Blonde, blue-eyed, petite, beautiful girl Oro, and a Chaser .”

The fleeting look on Bligh's face showed that the sarcasm hit him.

"Astrid, that's the name," the liar gushes, targeting Bly's weakness this time: "Pretty girl with a pretty name. She's on patrol tonight too, right? I bet until she gets off work , you two are going to meet for a drink."

Then the sinister smile faded, replaced by utter malice.The seductive tone in his tone was also gone, leaving only the unmistakable Draco.

"Oro, if you go away now, then I'll tell my companions, if they meet her, not to tear her apart like a pig. Otherwise we'll throw her bits and pieces like wedding candy Above ground, it will take you weeks to put these gory pieces of the puzzle back together. Have you ever seen a highly decomposed corpse so dismembered into small, brittle remains?"

That's the purpose, and whether or not the threat is just an empty one, or that Bligh's 11 years of Oro training and combat, doesn't make him any cooler.

"Donald, no!" Tonks called out, but it was too late.

Howling, Bly charged at the trickster, and a few seconds later Tonks cast a brilliant spell.Bligh grabbed the stranger by the waist, causing Tonks to stumble over a distant tree.The two wrestled for a while on the ground, but it was disturbing that the stranger had gained the upper hand.

He rolled away from Bligh with remarkable agility, then reached into his pocket and pulled out something wrapped in paper and threw it at Bligh.

The second clean shot, Tonks stunned and didn't miss.It hit the stranger in the chest, and he fell backward on the dirty snow.

What was thrown was a glass ball, not much bigger than a clenched fist of a grown man.The cold glass shattered against Bligh's arm, making him grunt.The black, smoky liquid seemed to ignite his uniform, and the shiny substance rolled down his sleeves, as if in slow motion of glass shattering.

Stunned in place, the bewildered Oro gently patted the glowing things with his hands.

Then quickly disappeared.

Tonks yelled in frustration, the accursed thing was a portkey!Had Moody been there, he would have started smashing things in frustration.

She calmly fired a flare into the air, then crouched down to get a closer look at the unconscious liar.Now, this captive is their only clue to where Bligh is.The stranger, whoever he was, was lying on his side.Looking at the man, if it really was a man, was like looking at an illusion.

Tonks thus affirmed her earlier suspicions that this wasn't the effect of Polyjuice Potion, but a Metamorphmagus like her.

However, the meaning implied in this period is rich and extraordinary.

Within minutes, the stranger will revert to his original form, and unless they remain conscious, Metamorphmagus cannot maintain their transformation.

"Who are you?" Tonks asked in a low voice, there was nothing to do but wait for backup to arrive, and she hoped it wasn't Astrid.

"When he wakes up, he'll be very angry with what you did." A voice came from behind her.

Tonks turned to face the face lurking beside her, and she tried to see the man who had knocked her out.Her last thought before falling to the ground was that Dumbledore had ended the loss of the secret weapon after all.

Friday

God, he hated mornings.The daylight hours mocked him for making his own life abysmal.The sun was too hot, too optimistic, emitting a heat that could never warm him.

Draco refused to open his eyes, even though his biological clock told him it was 07:30 in the morning, time to get up, get dressed and go upstairs for breakfast, and he couldn't help but think that there would be five hundred pairs of eyes in the Great Hall for all kinds of reasons. For the same reason, she stared at him blankly.

The good thing is he has five pillows on his bed, and he doesn't hesitate to use them.He piled the pillows on his head, defended the low cushion with sheets, and continued to ignore daylight.

The sound of footsteps passing by his door was a nuisance after not living in the boys' dormitory anymore.The seventh year prefects have their own room, yes, but the room is in a common area so students who need a prefect can find them.

The more frequent, more careless footsteps belonged to the younger Slytherins, who could still find some joy in a new day at Hogwarts, where the house-elves cooked a breakfast better than any of their mother's. Be delicious (although not many will admit it).

The slower, more steady footsteps belonged to the seniors, no doubt about it.Slytherins weren't usually early risers, but Draco felt that there were more things to do with age than sorting.

Uninterrupted sleep is a luxury if it can be bought or traded.Draco had probably bought a full year's worth of some rosy-cheeked, gleeful, bouncing, swaggering Hufflepuff, no matter what stupid life they were leading.

A distinctive cacophony of marching footsteps suddenly stopped directly in front of his door.Go away, Pansy.I'm not interested in breakfast right now.There was some noise in the hallway, as if someone was about to bite their heads off after some deliberation.

The doorknob turned.

I don't remember locking the door myself.

The door creaked open.

Obviously not locked.

"Draco!" The whisper was not Pansy, Millicent, Goyle, or Blaise, or anyone else who had been allowed into his room.

It was Carmen Merry Fren, the little vixen of the fourth year of Slytherin who would soon regret being born.

"Draco, please! You have to hurry! I think Dandise Dodds is killing himself!"

The whole damn world, Draco thought, opening his eyes with a deep sigh.

Honestly, he's in charge of a bunch of monkeys.Maybe the bananas will get the dumb students out there to answer more logically, because simple human words don't seem to work.

Salazar Slytherin would probably rise from his grave if he knew what his illustrious house had become.

"If no one tells me what's going on in the next ten seconds, I'm going to do Cruciatus!" Draco threatened.

Not the wisest thing to say to a group of nervous underclassmen.Carmen Melifran, undoubtedly the most confident monkey in the circus, began to cry.

Draco slammed the door before them, hastily pulling on the colonel's trousers and a crumpled undershirt that seemed too small for him.A weeping Carmen (who was told to wait outside) was finally able to tell him the main details of what had happened, though she stuttered and screamed in disbelief.

After blowing my nose twice, the incident is roughly clear:

Stupid Dondice Dodds, or "The Tadpole" chose to ignore all warnings that students were not allowed on the Quidditch pitch, while more than a dozen malfunctioning school Bludgers were being cleaned up for repairs.

This idiot claims he was told to run from one end of the field to the other, and now he's doing it...

Draco stopped buttoning his trousers: "Why did you come to me? Where the hell did Zabini go?"

Carmen bit her lower lip worriedly: "He's in a meeting with Professor McGonagall, as well as Hermione Granger, otherwise we'd be looking for him..."

"Well, well, that's good," Draco said as he brushed his hair, mentioning that a double-faced, bawdy and mean Gryffindor didn't make him feel better.Also, the way Carmen bit her lower lip was pretty much the same way Granger did every time he was about to say something he didn't like.

"Is that idiot still alive or something?"

"The last time we checked, he was still alive," Carmen replied affirmatively: "You have to do something. If the professor finds out, the college will lose points. We are ahead this academic year." She defended.

"Go away." Draco pulled open his door, found a sixth grade walking slowly, and dismissed it nonchalantly.He walked towards the exit of the common room, but stopped and glared at Carmen. "Don't cry!" he ordered.

A Slytherin shouldn't act hysterical in front of people.Carmen looked up at him with large, bright, watery, pitiful eyes.It also reminded him of Hermione.Draco seriously considered finding a bag for Carmen to wear over his head...

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault he did this. You know he likes me, and... I always act like I hate him."

What she was really trying to say was that they hated him, Carmen and Draco and the rest of Slytherin.

If Dodds was blown to death on the field this morning, it's all their fault.

Draco felt like throwing up his hands in surrender, and Carmen happened to be a Slytherin with a conscience.

Oh yes, he just happens to know what that feels like.

The author has something to say:

The author's foreshadowing is really great...

The Portkey on Bligh comes from the deal between Pettigrew and the Transformation Wizard in Chapter 15, you can look back.Of course, to Tonks, Bligh is a teammate like a pig.

When Draco looked at Carmen, when he was a flirtatious girl in the fourth grade, he always thought of Hermione, wishing he could put a bag on Carmen's head, ahaha, so cute...

But I don't like Carmen, since she gave Draco an apple, Carmen should have consciously hooked up with the young master...

In the end, Slytherin with a conscience, indeed, this reminds me of Draco's failure to identify Harry at a critical moment in the original book...

The weather is too hot and the condition is very bad, everyone, I'm really sorry...

I try to translate as much as possible, because there are too many chapters, I consider reading the whole chapter and posting it later...