The Son of Light of the Snake House

The incident went on like this, without any connection to the children, as they were usually allowed to do.

Daniel sat up from the bed, yawned and followed Draco to the auditorium for breakfast.While everyone was eating, the owls flew in through the window, flapped their wings, and rushed into the hall with their parcels.

"There seems to be nothing important recently." Draco said.

"Hmm." Daniel squeezed out some sound from his throat, he was lazy.If what happened last night doesn't count.

Draco snorted softly: "Don't want to talk, huh?"

Daniel stuffed a piece of horse sausage into his mouth, and then made a sound of disgust.

"It's not good." He muttered.He turned around and pulled the rest of the plate into Draco's plate: "Hurry up, this is what the nobles could eat in ancient times."

Draco stared at it for a long time, carefully forked a piece and put it in his mouth: "It's not bad." His voice sounded muttering: "It's not as bad as Daniel said? Blaise, and Carat Boo and Gore, do you have a taste?"

Pansy originally wanted to try it, but she found that Daniel was smiling heartlessly, so she withdrew her hand again. Sure enough, after a while, she heard the wailing of friends who were trying , so Draco and Daniel laughed simultaneously.

A huge owl broke through the bodies of the companions, flew over with a rectangular package, stopped by the long table in Slytherin, and slapped Daniel on the head with its wings.

"Hey! You rude little friend!" Daniel yelled, grabbed a handful of biscuits from the table, and took the package.

"What's here?" Draco asked.

"I don't know." Daniel looked around the package for a while, but there was nothing on it, so he tore open the package, and the inside was well preserved - a narcissus, packed in a square flower pot .

"Which little girl gave you flowers?" Pansy joked, before she had time to say the next thing, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, turned her head and found nothing.

Daniel tilted his head and thought for a while: "Maybe it's the fairy godmother?"

...............

Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped out of the dormitory early in the morning, and hurried to the Owl Cottage to send a letter to Sirius just after dawn.Now they stood looking out over the foggy grounds, all three with puffy eyelids and pale faces from their late discussions about Mr. Crouch the night before.

"Tell me again, Harry," said Hermione, "what the hell did Mr. Crouch say?"

"I told you he was incoherent," said Harry, "and said he was going to warn Dumbledore. He must have mentioned Bertha Jorkins, he seemed to think she was dead, and kept going." He said it was all his fault...and he mentioned his son."

"Yeah, of course it was his fault," said Hermione angrily.

"He's unhinged," said Harry, "half the time he seems to think his wife and son are still alive, and he's always talking to Percy about work and giving Percy instructions."

"Hey... what did he say about the mysterious man?" Ron asked tentatively.

"I told you," said Harry dully, "that the man was getting stronger."

After a moment of silence, Ron pretended to be sure and said, "But you said he was insane, so about half of what he said was crazy..."

"He was at his most lucid when he mentioned Voldemort," said Harry, and Ron flinched at the name. "He didn't talk coherently, but he seemed to know where he was then, Knows what he wants. He keeps talking about seeing Dumbledore."

Harry walked away from the window and looked up at the rafters on the roof.The perches were half empty, and now and then an owl swooped in through the window with a night-caught field mouse in its beak.

"Maybe we can reveal the truth," it occurred to Harry, and he said it too.

"What truth?" Hermione said sarcastically, "We've missed the chance to find Mr. Crouch now, we don't even know where he is - wait, where's your map?"

Harry froze for a moment, and quickly took out the map: "Let me see—no, there is only a "Barty Crouch" in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. "

The three of them fell into a strange silence, as if the oxygen had suddenly turned into something very dense and clogged their lungs, they breathed heavily.

"...how about we go back first." Ron hesitated.

"...Alright." Harry nodded silently.

"Unless Crouch is already out of this field," Ron couldn't help but say after a while, "because the map only draws the campus boundary, doesn't it—"

"Shh!" said Hermione suddenly.

Someone was coming up the stairs toward the owl shack.Harry heard two voices arguing, getting closer.

"—that's blackmail, and we're going to get in a lot of trouble—"

"—we've tried to be polite, now it's time to be a villain, to someone like him. He sure doesn't want the Ministry to know what he's up to—"

"I'm telling you, if you write this down, it's blackmail!"

"Yeah, you wouldn't complain if we made a fortune, would you?"

The door of the owl shack was flung open with a bang.Fred and George came across the threshold and were stunned when they saw Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"What are you doing here?" Ron and Fred asked simultaneously.

"Send a letter." Harry and George replied in unison.

"What, at this hour?" Hermione said together with Fred.

Fred grinned. "Okay—we don't ask you what you're doing, and you don't ask us."

He held a sealed envelope in his hand.Harry glanced at it, but Fred's hand moved, whether by accident or on purpose, to cover the name on the envelope.

"Okay, I won't block your way." Fred bowed pretendingly, and pointed to the door.

Ron didn't move, his face blushed: "Who are you going to blackmail?"

The smile faded from Fred's face.Harry saw George glance at Fred, then smile at Ron. "Don't be silly, I was joking." He said carelessly.

"It doesn't sound like it." Ron was unexpectedly persistent at this time, like a warrior.

Fred and George looked at each other, and Fred said suddenly, "I told you, Ron, mind your own business. I don't understand why you do that, but—"

Harry suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and an inexplicable force prompted him to speak: "Your target is Bagman?"

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I updated the app, and the update was directly blown up, so I can’t use the app to update and save the manuscript, so I am urgently uploading the web version, if there are any layout problems, etc.

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