HP Polar Night

Agares used the psychological hypnotism of Muggles and the confusion spell of wizards to make Frank Bryce believe that he was just lonely for too long, so he took in the strange young people who came to paint on such a snowy afternoon .In his cabin, they talked about their military service, the gunfire and the smoke, and Frank told him a little bit about the poor Riddles.

Their conversation was pleasant, although Frank's deafness kept the young man talking at the top of his voice.

Finally, after the snow had stopped, Frank saw him out, and they said goodbye to each other, as ordinary tourists and locals do.There is no agreement about the future, just meet by chance.

After leaving Riddle's Mansion, Agares returned to the house he originally rented, exchanged today's paintings with other friends, had a warm dinner by the fireplace together, and then went back to the house to rest.

The locked door cut off the sight of others, and the young people didn't know that shortly after the farewell, the person who pretended to be their classmate with Polyjuice Potion, wrapped in a black cloak, and used a magic wand, left the house.

Heavy snow covered all traces of pedestrians.

In the woods outside the village of Little Hangleton, a man wrapped in a black cloak walked silently, every step of his footsteps was smoothed by a magical force as soon as he landed.There is nothing to prove that he ever came.

Soon, Agares sensed unusual magic fluctuations, and he slowed down.

Turning the corner, in front of a withered dead tree, stands a dilapidated old house.The old house was surrounded by dense thorns and nettle grass, with low windows, old dirt on the mottled walls, and a withered snake nailed to the half-broken wooden door.

The pale moonlight reflected this desolation unreservedly.

The last descendant of Slytherin's bloodline, the Gaunt family, fell here.

Agares approached cautiously, and finally stopped before triggering a black magic spell.One step further, and something terrible is sure to happen.

The black magic atmosphere here is so strong, gloomy, terrifying, and chilling.

An old house that is about to collapse and no one lives in it, why does it have such a high protection against black magic?Is it the inheritance of Slytherin?Or is there some big secret hidden in it?

He was curious.

But curiosity wasn't enough to make him recklessly go where he shouldn't.

He tried to use a light spell, but the silver light went out as soon as it entered the range of black magic fluctuations.He tried to drive a mouse into it—carried it with him, it was convenient for experiments—the poor mouse refused to get closer, and the moment Agares threw it in, it was just a split second, the blink of an eye , The fat and healthy mouse turned into a mummy.

Agares stayed in front of the old house of Gunter's family for almost the whole night, using nearly a hundred methods to try to get close, and when the sky was dim, he only took three steps forward.

It's almost dawn.

He had to declare his defeat.

No matter who set up the black magic here, Agares must express his sincere admiration for this person.

After spending a lot of effort, he only solved five spell traps, and the more he got inside, the more profound the spell was.He didn't even know whether these magical fluctuations represented the curse of ancient India or the magical transformation of ancient Latin.

Agares never thinks highly of himself, but he never looks down upon himself either.

He is very clear about what stage his current ability has reached. This stage has far surpassed that of Hogwarts students, and even many adult wizards cannot match him.

But on this snowy night, in front of this old house that was about to collapse, Agares' self-confidence was severely hit.All in all, he felt defeated for the first time.

Thankfully, Agares has never been one to feel sorry for himself.The world of magic is so vast and far-reaching, no one dares to say that he has mastered the mysteries of magic, or thinks that he has stood at the pinnacle of magic.Anyone who dares to say that is either a complete lunatic, a fool, or both.

So Agares left Gaunt's house before the sun rose over the valley.

He placed several warning spells and magical traps around him, and set down a crystal ball in a hidden treetop.This alchemy item he calls the magic eye can transmit the surrounding scene to another crystal ball, and it will not emit magic fluctuations. As long as it is not seen, no one will be able to detect it.

The students from London left Little Hangleton. Their arrival and departure seemed so ordinary, but they left a lot of talk for the villagers.No one knows that on a snowy night, a wizard in a cloak once stopped in front of an old house, and then left with regret.

The Christmas holidays passed, and Hogwarts students took the express train back to school.

The life on campus is still the same. There are always various wonderful things happening in the ordinary, and of course some things are too bad.

The petrified student and cat were still lying in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey forbade anyone from visiting them, probably because she didn't want to cause more panic.As the object of serious suspicion, Harry Potter, the second-year savior, is still under hostile and vigilant eyes.

Time ran forward unhurriedly, at an even pace.

The attack hasn't happened again for a long time, the mandrake is nearing maturity, and everything is looking good.Perhaps the past few attacks have raised the vigilance of all teachers and students in the school, and professors patrol the school corridors every night.And because they were afraid of encountering the monster in the legendary chamber of secrets, the number of night tour students dropped to zero, and even the most adventurous Gryffindor Weasley twins died down.

As long as the mandrake is mature, you can configure a powerful recovery agent to restore the petrified person.

In such beautiful anticipation, February 2th came quietly.

Gilderoy Lockhart played his whimsy again on this special festival. Following the unsuccessful duel club last time, he found twelve dwarfs again this time and asked them to carry golden gold on their backs. wings and a harp, serving as a little Eros for sending greeting cards on Valentine's Day.

The hall with heart-shaped colored paper is full of flowers and pink decorations everywhere.

Lockhart introduced today's special plan to everyone during breakfast. He even encouraged the students to learn the love potion from Professor Potions. In fact, no one who saw Professor Snape's expression at this moment would suspect that if they Some of them really did this, so there is no guarantee that they will be given some kind of poison.

Throughout the day, these dwarves walked around the castle, broke into the classrooms of the students, and delivered love letters or messages in public.The professors are not very annoying, but some students enjoy it.

After being interrupted seven times in a row by the dwarf delivering the letter in the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help but slammed the classroom door shut with a door-locking spell.Although looking at her expression, she wanted to throw out the culprit, Agareth Black, who had received seven love letters in one class.

The 13-year-old boy has not yet grown up, and his facial features are immature.But his tall and straight, handsome face, gentle and mysterious temperament, undoubtedly attracted a large number of admirers.

These admirers are from the first grade to the fourth grade, scattered in the four colleges, both male and female.By the time of the dinner, Agares had received 35 love letters, making him one of the top three on the list of confessions received that day. No.1 is Cedric Diggory, who is in the fourth grade of Hufflepuff. He was almost overwhelmed by the greeting cards sent by the dwarves.

Gilderoy Lockhart was apparently resentful that he hadn't kept the number one spot, leading him to hint or express at dinner that the girls could be bolder and send him cards.

There was also a lively news that day. Harry also received a love letter. It was a message with a soundtrack. The lyrics described his eyes as green as pickled toads.Draco laughed like crazy when he told it, saying it must have been written to Potter by the Weasley red mole.Ginny Weasley, when the girl saw her in Diagon Alley, she couldn't hide her admiration and love for the savior.

Agares had no impression of the girl.

For this matter, Agares wrote a letter to Harry deliberately, and the other party was so ashamed that he avoided him for two whole weeks.

As March comes, second-year students are faced with the matter of choosing courses for third-year students.Harry finally couldn't bear to seek help from his outstanding Slytherin friend, and Agares and he made an appointment to meet on the lawn by the Black Lake on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

Teenagers at this age are like green grass in spring, quickly pulling up and pulling up their sticks.It's just that they haven't seen each other in just two weeks, and Agares' height has risen a lot. He was only half a head taller than Harry, but now he's as tall as his shoulders.

"Hey, Agares, did you take some potion to grow taller?" The boy with glasses was dumbfounded, standing on tiptoe in front of Agares, trying to regain the original height gap.

Agares rubbed the opponent's messy hair and said, "If the potion works, there won't be any short people in the wizarding world."

The boy was very depressed: "I already drink four glasses of milk a day, there is no reason why I can't grow taller!"

Agares laughed out loud, getting an exasperated stare.

"Don't worry, you are still young, and you have room to grow up. Only by eating hard can you grow taller." Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes at this playful tone, but he also laughed.

The two sat down on the grass covered with soft cushions, the waves of the Black Lake were rippling not far from them, the breeze brushed against their cheeks, the sun was very warm, and the atmosphere was so relaxing.

Everyone else was a distance away from them. In such a leisurely afternoon, everyone consciously left a quiet space for each other.They saw several acquaintances sitting around, some were dating, some were reading, and some were just taking a nap in the sun.

In such an atmosphere, Agares and Harry chatted for a while before entering today's topic. "Would you like to hear my advice on course selection?" As an outstanding student who has won the first place in each semester for the past three years, Agares can obviously provide good advice to Harry in terms of courses.

Harry opened his schoolbag and rummaged through it for a list of new courses, a thin piece of parchment. "Let me look for it, I remember just slipping it into a notebook just now... Well, it's not this one, and it's not this one... I found it!"

He pulled out a black leather notebook, and a corner of the parchment was exposed.

"Hermione said that the choice of courses will affect our future career direction, and we need to be careful, but in fact I don't know anything about the above courses. Ron tried to ask his brothers for advice, but George's advice was not so reliable. Hermione is even more terrifying, she plans to choose all the courses." Harry muttered, he opened the notebook and took out the parchment that was stuck inside.

Agares clenched his wand tightly for the first time. He didn't listen to what Harry was saying. In fact, when the black leather notebook appeared in his sight, all his attention was attracted. .

A very dangerous atmosphere is spreading across the notebook.

Like a terrifying black magic artifact, it touched his innate sense of crisis and made him feel horrified.

"Harry, is this your notebook?"

"Ah?" Harry looked at him suspiciously, "Is this one? I picked it up, uh, it...it has something special..." The boy seemed to realize that he had brought something out. He was holding a huge secret, at least a secret he didn't want others to know.

The author has something to say:

When I was writing this chapter, especially for the Valentine's Day scene, I suddenly remembered that Agares was only 13 years old, so he had nothing to think about.Cry~~~~~~ When will you grow up!