HP Polar Night

Harry looked into Agares' eyes, trying to find any different colors in them.

Voldemort, who was possessed by Professor Quirrell, was laughing happily: "That's right! Agareth Black, you can definitely become one of the most loyal and reliable followers of the Dark Lord. At this point, you are absolutely Absolutely talented."

Agares didn't respond, he just said it again: "Harry, give it to me." But this time, he blinked a little, very quickly, and looked the same as usual.

But Harry understood something in an instant.

He slowly took out a bright red stone from his pocket.

Agares turned his back to Quirrell and Voldemort, but he felt the eyes grow hotter as the stone appeared.

"Give it to me, Black," said Voldemort hoarsely.

Agares took the Philosopher's Stone from Harry.

In an instant, he threw the stone in his hand towards the Mirror of Erised.

"How dare you!" cried Voldemort. "Here comes the Philosopher's Stone!"

But it was too late, Harry and Agares were too close to the Mirror of Erised, so close that before Voldemort finished chanting the spell, the Philosopher's Stone had once again sunk into the mirror.

Agares pulled Harry behind the Mirror of Erised, a move that allowed them to escape several Cruciatus in Voldemort's rage.

"Very good! Agareth Black! Disobey the order of the Dark Lord, and you will receive the harshest punishment! Come out, Harry Potter, and offer up the Philosopher's Stone again, or I will fight with you and kill your parents." Same, send you to reunite with them mercilessly!"

Voldemort was very, very angry, but he dared not destroy the Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell was ordered by him to capture and punish the two little wizards. When he caught Agares with the petrification spell, Harry knocked him away.Quirrell turned to catch Harry.

The moment Quirrell touched him, Harry felt that his head was about to burst in pain. He thought he had a Cruciatus. He had read the Unforgivable Curse in the magic book, and he felt that his head was about to burst. The excruciating pain was caused by that terrible black magic spell.

But Quirrell howled in pain, and he let go of his hand, and Harry relieved a little from the severe pain, and he saw that Quirrell's hands were blistered one after another.

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to catch Harry, but as long as Quirrell touched Harry, his hands would burn like fire.

"Kill him! Idiot!" shrieked Voldemort.Had it not been for the weakening of his strength at this moment, the Dark Lord would have dealt with Harry himself.But the few spells just now had exhausted his strength, so he could only instruct Quirrell.

Instinctively, Harry rushed towards Quirrell who raised his wand, and he grabbed Quirrell's face with his hands. Sure enough, the other party immediately screamed, and blisters appeared on his face .

"Kill him!" Voldemort's growl, Quirrell's screams mixed together, Harry's headache became more and more severe, and his eyes began to go black, but he clung to each other tightly, not letting him break free.

Just like that, Harry sank into darkness...

As Harry and Quirrell fought, Agares was petrified next to the Mirror of Erised, watching all developments motionless.No one knew what was going through his mind at that moment.

Just after Harry passed out, someone popped into the room.

"Armor protection!" The furious old wizard threw a spell at the two people who were entangled with each other. The effect of the spell was obviously to protect the younger one.Agares saw that Quirrell was bounced away by the power of the spell, crashed into the black flames at the door, and turned into ashes in a moment.

His heart fluttered.

The old wizard obviously didn't expect this, but he didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he strode quickly to Harry's side, knelt down and half knelt on the ground, and stretched out his hands towards him.

Harry, who was still breathing, finally relieved the old wizard. He cast several healing spells on Harry, and then he stood up and turned to the only other living person in the room.

When the other party's serious eyes fell on him, although he didn't want to admit it, Agares really felt a terrible pressure.

This kind of pressure is no less than that of Voldemort, who was lingering on his last breath just now.

Just because one of them is a loser, and the other is the greatest magician of our time, the ruler of Hogwarts.

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, without even using his wand, the petrification spell on Agares was broken.

He took a few breaths and got up from the ground.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Mr. Black," Dumbledore nodded to Agares with a serious expression he had never shown in front of the students, "we can leave here first, Harry needs to go to the medical wing for a thorough examination. Assuming that Madam Pomfrey thinks your injuries are not serious, perhaps you would be willing to communicate with me in the principal's office?"

Agares nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore summoned the phoenix, and he bent down to pick up the unconscious Harry, and the phoenix rested on his shoulders.

Under his signal, Agares walked over and reached out to grab the other's robe.The phoenix let out a high-pitched cry, and in an instant, flames splattered, and when Agares opened his eyes again, he had already stepped on the floor of the medical wing.

Madam Pomfrey was extremely surprised by the three sudden visitors, she immediately put down the potion bottle in her hand and greeted them. "My God, Albus, what's going on here?"

"Bobby, check on Harry, he has suffered some injuries. And Mr. Black, they all suffered a lot of shock tonight." Dumbledore's face has softened.

Madam Pomfrey took the unconscious Harry from him, put him on the bed beside him, and cast about seven or eight healing or checking spells on him. "A mark of dark magic damage, a scar on his forehead... nothing else... I'll give him a bottle of palliative first."

After the witch took care of Harry, who looked much more serious, she turned to Agares.

A few warm spells enveloped Agares, helping him relieve the sore muscles after the tension.

"It's nothing serious, just drink a sedative and get a good night's sleep."

Agares looked at Dumbledore.

The opponent has completely recovered his calm.

From his completely different performance just now, Agares came to a conclusion. Just now, in that room, Dumbledore seemed to really think that Harry was dead.At that moment, the expression on the old wizard's face was not only angry, but also seemed to be tinged with guilt.

"Mr. Black, would you like to accompany me to the principal's office for a while? I have some questions about tonight, and I want to confirm with you."

Madam Pomfrey wasn't too keen on the headmaster pulling a child who needed a rest from the hospital wing for questioning, but before that, Agares had nodded in agreement. "At your request, Headmaster Dumbledore."

When Agares followed Dumbledore back to the principal's office, there was already a familiar figure sitting inside.

Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House.

Seeing them coming in, Professor Snape fixed his dark eyes on Agares.

"Sit down, Mr. Black." Dumbledore said.

Agares chose the single sofa next to him to sit down, ignoring Snape's cold gaze on the opposite side. "Sir, where do you need me to start?"

Dumbledore took a deep look at Agares.

"Start where you feel you should start."

Agares pondered for a while, and finally started talking when he met Professor Quirrell in a hurry in the corridor.He didn't talk for a long time, because tonight's events were not that long, and when he talked about Voldemort emerging from the back of Professor Quirrell's head, he felt keenly that the atmosphere in the room had become more rigid.

Snape's eyes were hollow and his face was pale.

Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the Phoenix Fawkes on the shelf, without saying a word.

"...Harry rushed to grab Quirrell, and Quirrell wanted to get rid of him. They wrestled into a ball, and both of them seemed to be in great pain. Later, Principal Dumbledore arrived, and I don't think I need to say anything after that ’” Agares stopped talking.

"Okay, thank you for your retelling, Mr. Black. At the same time, you did not betray your companions in a critical moment. This is a very good character. I hope you can keep what happened tonight a secret, after all, it is not suitable for students to know. Go back and rest, you need a good sleep, I guess Severus will have a dreamless potion." Dumbledore restored his smile and said kindly to Agares.

After understanding the meaning of the old wizard's words, the two Slytherins, one big and one small, stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

After turning around and taking two steps, Agares stopped slowly.

He turned to look at Dumbledore: "But, Mr. Headmaster, I may have a few more questions, and I want to confirm with you."

Snape, who was standing behind him, made a warning voice: "Agareth Black!"

Agares ignored it completely, just looked at the old wizard.

After a long time, or just a few moments, Dumbledore let go of the sharpness in his eyes, and like a tired old man, he took off his glasses and rubbed his browbones. "I know what you're going to ask, and yes, we both know who he is."

"Albus Dumbledore!" The target of the warning changed immediately, and Snape looked at the old wizard with a very serious look.

Dumbledore smiled wryly: "Severus, I didn't intend to hide it, and it was indeed my negligence today. I thought it was safe, but it was almost, just that, we almost lost Harry Potter .”

Snape froze in place.

Agares held his breath for his guess to come true.

"So, those levels are really set up for Harry to face the mysterious man?"

"Say his name," said Dumbledore. "People shouldn't be afraid to face reality because of their inner fear."

"So... you let the mysterious... Voldemort roam around the school," Snape visibly shook when he said the name, "let him interact with the little wizards without any preventive measures?"

Dumbledore was propped up on the table, looking very tired. "No, we didn't know that he was possessed by Quirrell and lurked in Hogwarts for a whole school year. He is a very dangerous person, although most people know this, people often only because Voldemort He was terrified by his force of arms, never realizing that he was gifted in demagoguery."

Having said that, he couldn't help but look up at Agares. "I'm afraid you also have a deep understanding of this. But I'm glad to see that you resisted this temptation and didn't make the same choice as Quirrell. Mr. Black, a person addicted to black magic, will always go On the road of no return."

Agares chuckled slightly: "Mr. Principal, I was wrapped up in what you called 'temptation' for a whole semester, and even delivered it to my door in person." As the person responsible for this situation, write down the labor Snape, who served the note, pursed his lips and slightly averted his gaze.

Dumbledore explained to the head of Slytherin: "That was also my idea. If anyone should apologize for this, I think it should be me. We were just suspecting that Professor Quirrell was working for Voldemort in the school. He was determined not to do anything dangerous to the students, so I said to Severus, find someone to get close to Quirrell. He thought of you, and I approved of this person. I should say sorry , Mr. Agareth Black."

"That's not necessary, sir, I really didn't suffer any harm." Agares said.

"You are indeed the best student in Slytherin, and I believe you will become the best student in Hogwarts."

"And you will always watch over me to make sure I don't go the way of Voldemort."

The office fell into silence again.

The phoenix flapped its wings on the shelf, and everyone's attention was briefly diverted.

When they came back to their senses again, it was as if they had never talked about this topic.

Agares bowed: "I should go back to rest, good night, Mr. Principal, Headmaster Snape."

Dumbledore nodded: "Good night, Mr. Black, if you need any help, you can come to the principal's office to find me at any time, I think you already know how to get there."

"Yes, very impressed. By the way, sir, my wand seems to have been lost in that basement. Assuming you will send someone to clean it up tomorrow, would you mind getting it back for me?"

"Of course, I guarantee you'll find your wand next to your bed when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"Then, good night."

Agares left the principal's room. Behind him, the old wizard without glasses watched his back until the last crack of the door disappeared.

Snape followed him out.

On the way back to the cellar, they didn't speak to each other.

The castle has entered the night, and the surroundings are silent, only the sound of the ghouls hiding in the corner of the night knocking on the wall.

Finally, before Agares was about to enter the Slytherin common room, Snape stopped him.

"Blake," he threw a bottle of potion labeled Dreamless Potion into the opponent's arms, "although my evaluation of you is the same as before, but this is what I owe you." His sorry sentence was light Like a whisper, when he finished saying this word, he immediately turned around and strode away, his dark robe fluttering like a bat walking in the dark night.

Agares leaned on the stone wall, holding the bottle of medicine in his hand, with a thoughtful expression.

Behind him, Draco in pajamas opened the door of the lounge and came out nervously: "Agares, you haven't come back tonight, I thought you were going to sleep outside..."

Agares came back to his senses and followed the other party in: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I always feel a little restless, so I came out to have a look. I seemed to hear who you were talking to just now? Are you going out at night with others?"

"No, it's nothing, let's go back, I want to take a good bath..."

The two gradually drifted away, completely leaving behind those bad things that happened not long ago.

The author has something to say:

In the original book, Harry woke up from the hospital wing and talked to Dumbledore. Dumbledore said this: You almost lost your life defending the Philosopher's Stone.For one horrible moment, I was terrified and thought you were really dead.

Some fanfictions think that Dumbledore is an outright conspirator, which is inseparable from his layout from beginning to end and the planning of people's hearts, but he also said the famous sentence "You can't imagine how close I am. I am paying close attention to you—I don’t want you to suffer more. What I am concerned about is whether some unknown and unseen people and creatures will be killed in the uncertain future. Here, at this time At this moment, is your life safe, are you living well, are you happy? I never thought that I would hold a person in my palm like this."

Therefore, although he did a lot of things to force Harry to grow up and walk on the road he paved, from the beginning to the end, he always hoped that Harry would be happy and grow up healthily.