HP Polar Night

Harry hadn't seen his Slytherin friends for a long time after that afternoon.Although as students of two hostile colleges, they are also influential figures, the friendship between Harry Potter and Agareth Black has always been talked about by people.The gossip between the two dark-haired boys has never died down since the students caught them on more than one occasion "dating" in various places around the school.

Harry knew that many people didn't want him to get too close to Agares.Ron, for example, always felt that Harry should keep his distance from Black.Harry had gone from having to argue with the other party as soon as he heard such an argument at the beginning, to the point where he was now deaf to it.

He's not a fool. Could it be that he still can't understand a person's sincerity?

Once at dinner, Harry finally saw Agares, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.But the state of the other party made him very worried, his face was pale and extremely thin, as if most of his vitality had been deprived.This made Harry ignore the dispute between the colleges, and ran directly from the Gryffindor table to the Slytherin territory, grabbed Agares and asked him what was wrong.

For this reason, the eyes of almost half of the auditorium were focused on the two of them, especially the eyes of Head Slytherin, which could burn two holes out of Harry and Agareth.

Seeing the undisguised worry and concern on the face of the boy running in front of him, Agares turned his head and glanced at Kurt who was sitting next to him. Although the latter didn't want to, he still gave up a seat.

When Harry did sit down, he heard an uproar in the Great Hall, which made the Gryffindor golden boy look around blankly.But Agares, who had already been familiar with the opponent's character, would not mistakenly think that Harry really didn't know what impact this move would have on others, obviously he did it on purpose.

"What's wrong?" Agares clicked on the table, and a new set of tableware appeared there.

Harry sat at the long Slytherin table with great interest, and everyone he looked at—whether it was Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff—all stared wide in surprise. His eyes were as unbelievable as seeing Merlin come back to life.And his enemy, Draco Malfoy, was sitting near the middle of the long table at the moment, as if he was the head of the second year, looking at him with murderous eyes.Had it not been for the professors sitting on it, Harry had no doubts that Malfoy would have pulled out his wand and cast him a jinx the next moment.

Speaking of the professor's chair, Harry turned his head to look at the professors. Dumbledore, who was wearing an exaggerated bow tie on his beard, raised the cup in his hand with a smile, and winked at him, as if to praise him for his work. pretty.But Snape's eyes were not so friendly, he stared at Harry darkly, as if he saw something disgusting.

Fortunately, Harry had long been used to the other party being mean to him, so he just took a quick glance and turned his attention back to Agares.

"You look very bad recently." Harry started to get some steaks for himself. The table manners of Slytherins are much better than Gryffindors, at least there will be no food flying around here.And I don't know why, the food on the table looks different from Gryffindor's. All kinds of exquisite dishes look much more upscale.

Is there any difference in food treatment?

Agares asked him for a glass of orange juice, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "So you walked through most of the auditorium and came to the Slytherin table to scare people?"

Harry laughed, his green eyes filled with laughter: "This is the idea of ​​the Weasley twins, they said, if I sit next to you, a bunch of people will be surprised." Fortunately, he still remembered to lower the volume, otherwise The Slytherins sitting around might have to show him what a real eye-popping is.Provider of glasses, Harry Potter.

"If this is your purpose, it must have been perfectly achieved." Agares smiled, which made his pale face a little less scary.

Harry frowned worriedly. "Agares, you have to tell me, is there something wrong with that diary?" After combining the antecedents with Agares' recent situation, Harry had to worry about this possible answer.As long as he thought that it was he who handed over the black magic item of unknown origin to Agares, so that the other party was in danger, Harry felt restless.

He was not surprised by the other party's keenness, and Agares never thought that he would hide it from someone who cared.He nodded: "I probably know what it is, it's really tricky."

"Then shall we give it to Professor Dumbledore?" Out of trust in the headmaster, Harry blurted out this sentence immediately.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Agares saw Dumbledore glance in their direction.

"Harry," he had to reassure the other party, "don't worry, I planned to give it to the professor these two days." He didn't say who he planned to give it to. Think much bigger.It's big enough that he can use it to accomplish many things, whether it's the knowledge of black magic exchanged with Riddle, or the constraints on Lucius Malfoy's future, or others.

But recently, the loss of vitality is also a big problem. Riddle seems to believe that he is just an ambitious third-year Slytherin student, pure blood, but his family has declined, and he is left alone, pursuing power and strength.Riddle wasn't very wary of him, this man was so proud, convinced that everything was under his own control.Especially when Agares was obsessed with black magic and turned a blind eye to the life force draining from him.

Harry was still a little worried, out of trust in Agares, he didn't say much.He finished his dinner slowly at the long Slytherin table, using the Gryffindor dining etiquette, seeing the Slytherins all around him staring as if seeing a troll, he was in a good mood with Ah Gareth said good night, got up and walked back to the Gryffindor table.

When he returned, he was cheered by the Gryffindors.

The Weasley twins, in particular, got themselves a fair amount of applause by stepping on stools and singing Harry's feat to a tune they had made up themselves.

Many Slytherins turned green with anger.

The next day was Saturday, there was no class, Agares knocked on the cellar door with his notebook, which was the office and dormitory of Severus Snape, head of Slytherin.

Snape who came to open the door looked at Agares with very, very scary eyes.

"I guess, Mr. Black must be aware of the harm he may cause to the wizarding world in the future, and under the remaining conscience condemnation, I don't know if there is any left, and decided to make a decision for himself in advance?"

Agares believes that if he can't give a strong reason, the man in front of him who has always hated him will definitely be furious, whether it is deduction of points or confinement, it is a matter of course.

"Actually, I want to give this to you, Dean Snape." Agares took out the notebook in his hand.He kept staring at each other, but Snape seemed to have no memory of the notebook, and he frowned impatiently: "A notebook, are you too busy to come and disturb your professor? For your boring behavior, Snape Leitlin buckle... a week of labor service!"

The words of deducting points were swallowed back and changed to labor services.

Agares didn't care.

"I suspect that this notebook is the real culprit for the previous attacks."

The door that should have been slammed shut stopped, and then reopened, and Snape reappeared with a gloomy expression. "What did you say?" He looked at the black leather notebook in Agares' hand, and almost the next moment, several detection spells landed on the notebook.

Agares pushed back the wand that subconsciously slipped out of his sleeve, let go of his hand, and let the other party take the notebook away. "I have tried, fire, water, daggers, spells, potions, nothing works on it, it is very strong and cannot be destroyed."

Snape studied the small notebook over and over again, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Come in, Blake."

Something as sensitive as a Dark Artifact was so obviously inappropriate to communicate in the corridors that Snape actually let Agares into his office for the first time in three years.

The Potions Professor's office was very similar to his classroom. They were all gloomy, and even the fireplace had no flames. This man seemed to be living in a tomb.

Agares saw that the other party threw several spells at the notebook, all of which were silent spells, and some of them were obviously black magic waves.But the notebook wasn't broken, which made Snape look even more serious.

"Explain, Blake."

"You know, I have a relationship with Harry Potter." When the name was mentioned, Snape sneered very mockingly.Agares continued: "He gave me this notebook. According to him, he found it on the floor of a bathroom. It contains a memory from 50 years ago."

Speaking of this, he did not expect to see a momentary change of color on Snape's face, followed by anger. "Aha, reckless Potter, I hope his brains haven't been eaten by trolls."

Had Harry been here himself, he would probably have thought Snape was targeting him and expressing his sincere distaste.But Agares, who knew the meaning of lilies, understood the meaning of this sentence.A worry, and anger that Harry had come into contact with something unknown so easily.

"My memory says that the Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, and a Muggle-born wizard died." Agares never left Snape's face, but the other party returned to his expressionless face and his eyes were empty.

"Hogwarts is facing closure, a student has reported on Rupert Hagrid, who secretly kept acromantula..."

The other party was still expressionless.

Agares finished what Harry told him in a few words, and didn't reveal a word about his communication with the person in the diary.

After he finished speaking, Snape immediately issued an eviction order: "If you have nothing to add, go out immediately, and two weeks of labor service, for your carelessness and failure to hand in dangerous items in time."

Agares smiled lightly: "Okay, Dean." He turned and left obediently, as if he came here specially to hand in his notebook today.When he walked to the door, as if he just remembered something, he turned his head and said: "By the way, Dean, Draco said that he had seen this notebook in the study of Malfoy Manor, oh of course, it was also a few years ago I'm afraid he's mistaken, after all, the Malfoys would never use such a cheap Muggle notebook, would they?"

After saying this, Agares took a closer look at the other person's expression, then shrugged and turned his head to continue walking out.

The door of the office behind him was slammed shut, shaking the lights in the corridor.

Agares' face darkened, and he smiled again after a while.

"Come on, let me see which side you belong to."

The author has something to say:

Malfoy - friend; Dark Lord - former master; Dumbledore - present allegiance.

But Agares didn't know, he had to test the opponent to get more chips for himself.