[HP] Night Haze

"Angelo, when you arrive in Durmstrang, remember to write back."

Among the busy green crowd coming and going in the Port of London, a woman with short gray hair was bending over with gentle eyes to give instructions to a ten-year-old boy.Every time she said a word, the boy would nod obediently, and the woman's naturally serious expression stretched a lot when facing the boy's smile.

It is worth mentioning that the boy's appearance is extremely good, which is quite different from the ordinary and square appearance of the woman.Anyone who saw them would not mistake them for a pair of mother and child.

The bright August sun cast a halo on the boy's slightly curly blond hair, and his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly with the smoky wind, and the color was slightly lighter than the golden hair.Different from the woman's almost black dark gray eyes, although his eyes are also deep, they are very romantic sea blue.

"I'll take care of myself, Amelia. The ship is about to leave!" The boy's healthy little face was full of excitement as the sound of a whistle whistle filled the boy's healthy face. He couldn't wait to pick up a small suitcase from the ground, and repeatedly Looking behind.

Because it was not the first day of school yet, what docked behind the boy was not the black school ship shaped like a skeleton in the legend of Durmstrang School, but a ship that was about to leave for the port of Murmansk.

The ship was of an old style, and the rusty sides were covered with moss.Although it is out of tune with the environment around the port, the people passing by turn a blind eye to it.As if this long-overdue ship was no different from any other ship.

"I thought you would be willing to stay at home for a few more days. I really don't understand Angelo, why are you rushing to such a cold place." Although it was a complaining tone, the movement of the woman's hands did not stop. The clothes on the good boy's body, with both hands vigorously grabbed the boy's pink face.

"Mom!" The boy's delicate cheeks flushed immediately.That soft voice made the woman squint her eyes in satisfaction, but this title...

"Call me Amelia or sister, forgetful little Angelo!" The woman held the boy in her arms and kissed his little face.Although she has raised the child for many years, she is not his biological mother.Regardless of her age, she is still single, ahem... not married.

"Okay, Amelia." The boy stood on tiptoe and kissed the woman on the left and right cheeks. There was a slight mist in his sea-blue eyes. Waving his arms and yelling loudly at them.

"I will miss you, Amelia." The boy reluctantly backed away, bid farewell to the woman, turned around with his suitcase in hand, and quickly ran onto the departing ship.

"Huh." As soon as they boarded the ship, the sailors retracted the escalator, and the heavy anchor was also pulled out under the command of the deputy.The boy stood on the deck with a sigh of relief.The sailor who had urged him to board the ship just now stepped forward to take the box in his hand and carry it into the cabin.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Two dimples appeared on the boy's face.

"My name is Baker. If you need anything, you can come to me. I'm near here." The sailor patted his chest heartily.He rarely saw such a young child on a long-distance ship alone.

Although the appearance of the ship was dilapidated, it was running very smoothly. Thanks to the enthusiastic sailors, the boy carried the suitcase to avoid the oil stains on the deck, and walked carefully to the stern.

"Angelo, we're here in Dems..." The woman stood on the pier of the Thames and waved to him, her words after that were drowned out by the howling wind, and were inaudible.

"I'm sorry, Amelia." The boat shot out like an arrow, and the scenery behind it was quickly left far away.When the Port of London turned into a black dot in the perspective, the boy's beating heart because of lying gradually calmed down.

After tearing up the ticket and throwing it into the Thames, the boy took out a piece of parchment with two creases from his pocket. He unfolded the admission notice printed with the Prussian-style school badge, and brushed the school badge with his fingertips. , stopped at the end of the text.

"Borns." At this moment, someone called out his name suddenly, the boy trembled, and the parchment flew out of his hand.

"Bones' admission notice is flying in!" The parchment twirled before falling into the water, and the boy who perfectly cast a flying spell caught the parchment and handed it back to the boy.

"Sorry to scare you. Durmstrang's freshman?" The teenager spoke with a very strong accent.

"Uh, who are you?" Angelo took the parchment and looked curiously at the boy who called out his name: fourteen or five years old, with a slightly gloomy face and thick black eyebrows.He sure had never seen him.

"Victor Krum, Durmstrang's fourth grader this year, please call me Viktor." The boy crossed his hands on his chest, and this action made his muscles stand out. "You Are you wondering how I know your name? It's not difficult."

He turned slightly, and tapped the parchment with his left index finger on his shoulder, which made the boy suddenly realize that the opening format of this Durmstrang admission notice is as follows: Dear Mr. Burns.

"I didn't expect to see Durmstrang's students here." The boy's tone was not too joyful, and he didn't hide it well, but the other party didn't care. Many freshmen didn't even talk when they faced senior seniors. To say the least, the boy's performance was pretty good in comparison.

"There are still a few days left before school, and I didn't expect to meet you by chance on the boat." The boy's face looked gloomy at first, but he was a very easy-going person, "I came here to watch the game of the Holyhead Harpies. Come here, do you know that Quidditch team? This time their batsman named Jones... oh!"

Under the young man's astonished eyes, the blond boy looked at the moving buildings by the river and knocked himself on the head, and hurriedly found a keyhole inserted into the suitcase from a bunch of keys.As soon as the box was opened, a Comet 260 broom that was as long as two boxes jumped out and fell into his hand.

"Oh, I see, you don't need to show me the broom." The boy was taken aback by the boy's reaction, "You look too nervous."

"No, you misunderstood!" The boy's skill in operating the broom is quite good, he hung the locked suitcase on the suspended broom handle, and lowered his head apologetically, "Actually... I am not a student of Durmstrang .I have been notified and have not responded and I will not be on the list at Durmstrang School."

"Are you kidding?" The boy's hands on his chest were separated, and he put his hands on his waist in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," the boy swallowed, and quickly stepped on the broom.

"I will remember you, Viktor." Under the exclamation of the sailors, he waved his hand, soared into the sky, and rushed straight into the blue sky.