[HP] Night Haze

Early the next morning, the red-haired boy with panda eyes sat listlessly at the Gryffindor dining table. He was afraid that Professor Snape would find fault with him in today's Potions class, and held the potion provided by Angelo. I gnawed on the preview notes all night.Although the blue-eyed savior was in good spirits due to his adequate sleep, he lowered his eyebrows and made a remorseful expression.When the little lions passed the huge hourglass that recorded the Academy Cup score early in the morning, they looked at each other. After figuring out what happened to the scattered gems in the hourglass, the savior and the red-haired kid from the Weasley family became unwelcome in Gryffindor. people.

"Ron, our dear brother, how did you lose your points?" The twins of the red-haired family stood behind their brother on the left and right, and Ron's chin almost dropped to the dining table.

"Forget it, Snape just happened to pass by when I called the greasy old bat."

"Greasy old bat! What a good name!" George's eyes lit up.Ron shuddered, he seemed to feel the sharp gaze of the Potions Professor: "Did he look this way!"

"Yes." Angelo said sympathetically, sad boy, I hope that professor will be kind enough to let him go in today's Potions class.

In the middle of breakfast, hundreds of owls scrambled into the restaurant to drop letters and packages to them.Harry's white owl did not come empty-handed as before, but flapped its wings and threw the note in its mouth to Harry Potter, begging for some food.

Angelo fed a small dried fish to his pet, and the well-fed black cat jumped far away from under the dining table and went to move freely.Up to now, Angelo still doesn't have much affection for owls, which are more practical than pets.The food and lodging of Hedwig raised by Harry is no different from the public messengers on the top floor of the west tower. Angelo really can't see how pampering such a pet can be found.

"Hagrid invited me to drink tea in his cabin in the afternoon, let's go together, Angelo." The blue-eyed boy said happily after reading the note.

"Okay." Angelo nodded. It's a good idea to go to the hunter's dwelling in the Forbidden Forest to relax. Today is Friday, and there are no classes in the afternoon. Tomorrow will be the first weekend after coming to Hogwarts.

"Ron, you can go too." The blue-eyed little wizard happily borrowed a quill pen from the red-haired boy. His handwriting was crooked, and he was not used to using this primitive writing tool.

After folding the note and watching Hedwig fly out of the window with it in her mouth, the two little wizards whose points were deducted last night felt better.Angelo glanced at the Slytherin table, where the platinum-haired boy sat.Today's Potions class will be held with Slytherin. The blond boy is in a completely different mood from his two roommates. He is looking forward to the Potions class coming soon.

After breakfast, the lion cubs were in the same direction as the little snakes. The potion classroom was located in the cold basement, and there were several rows of glass bottles soaked in animal specimens on the shelves along the wall. There is a chilling feeling.

Angelo found that Ron's index finger and middle finger had been crossed since entering the classroom, which was a gesture to pray for good luck.

"Harry Potter, our newcomer—a famous character." When the blue-eyed boy's name was called on the roster, the potions professor deliberately stopped and said in a low voice, and Harry pulled nervously. Taking his own robe, the professor is really holding a grudge.

Ron, who was sitting next to the savior, didn't dare to breathe. Fortunately, when his name was called, Professor Snape didn't stop.After a brief but intimidating opening remark, the audience was silenced by the potion artistic conception composed of Snape's refined language. Like McGonagall, this professor could control the audience effortlessly, making all the audience The order of things was to his liking.

"Potter! What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" Snape asked suddenly, and the green-eyed little wizard stood up, stunned.

"If I asked you to find a piece of bezoar for me, where would you find it?" After a little sarcasm at Harry, Snape continued to ask, this time Harry gave a grateful vote to the blond boy sitting in front of him Take a look, Angelo asked him this question last night.

"In the stomach of a cow, sir." The emerald green eyes curled up, and the smile was harsh to Snape.

"Potter, tell me what's the difference between aconite and wolfbane?" His indifferent eyes fixed on Harry, and the potions professor's empty gaze was silent and devoid of expression.

"Hmm." Harry looked around for help, and the blond boy sitting in front of him shook his head slightly.

"I don't know." Harry swallowed nervously, the meager knowledge of potions in his mind couldn't stand the torture, and the only person he could count on couldn't help him now shaking his head.

"There is no difference, they are the same plant, collectively called aconite." Snape's lips were drawn into a slit, and Harry realized that he had misunderstood Angelo's meaning.

"Bones, next time I ask Potter a question, don't do something that misunderstood me." Snape's words made the blond boy scream inwardly.Sure enough, he also fell into the bad luck of being deducted points.

Ron was right that Snape hated Gryffindor, and the rumors weren't all unfounded.Angelo lay down on the table and thought.Wanting to have a good start, but losing marks first in Potions class, Angelo felt that he should follow Ron's example and cross his index and middle fingers together.

Potions class was still going on, but bad luck kept coming. Professor Snape divided them into two groups according to their student numbers. Angelo and Harry's student numbers were connected together. He thought he could get along with Harry. The saviors are in the same group, but now they can only see a red brown candy sticking next to the saviors.

"I've put the toad away this time, and Leffe won't come out to scare you." The round-faced boy in the same group as Angelo said honestly.Angelo was speechless for a moment. He didn't think of the pimple-covered animal just now, but Neville's words successfully reminded him that there was still such a pimple.On the first day of school, this toad climbed on his feet in the bathroom of the dormitory, and he still has lingering fears about it until now.

"I'm sorry, Angelo, just now..." Harry leaned forward and said in a low voice. The content of this class was to concoct a simple potion for scabies, and Professor Snape would give instructions when he buried himself in a pile of snakes Only boys with green eyes have the courage to speak.

"Are you free this afternoon, Harry?" The platinum-haired boy moved to the Savior's side, and he placed the cauldron next to Harry. There was a dividing line between the students of the two colleges.

"We're going to Hagana in the afternoon, and we've already made an appointment." Harry smiled shyly, "Do you want to come together?"

Ron arched him from the side, and Draco squinted at the red-haired boy, and lowered his voice: "No, your friends don't seem to welcome me. Are you free tomorrow, Harry? I'll take you to a Good place."

Angelo had kept his ears up front to listen to their conversation, and he had a part to play in the smooth rapport between Draco and Harry.

He still remembered what Draco said to him in the library - "Come on, Angelo." Angelo thought for a long time before he understood what Master Malfoy meant.After entering Gryffindor, he didn't expect Draco to pay attention to him. The meaning that Draco conveyed to him that time was probably the same as his thoughts.Realize your own value and help Draco get what he wants, such as the friendship of the savior, this is the reason why they can still communicate. (Big mistake!)

"Angelo, is the next step going to be the slug?" The round-faced boy asked timidly. Angelo stopped cutting the material in his hands. The snake's fangs had been cut into pieces of the same size in his hands.

"Yes, count three and put them in." Angelo swiftly began to weigh the dried nettles. He could make this simple potion with his eyes closed without looking at the steps on the blackboard.

Professor Snape dragged a long black robe and patrolled in front of the cauldrons of the little wizards. Almost all the students were criticized. This professor didn't take sides in potions, and the little snakes he pointed out were wronged. The training was so embarrassing.

A shadow passed by Angelo's peripheral vision, and when he looked up, Snape was starting his inspection from the first table in the row.Angelo pushed the container containing the cut materials forward, wanting the potions professor to see the cutting he had practiced for a long time.To his disappointment, Snape paused in front of him for a moment, said nothing, and moved on to the next table.

"Come and see, Malfoy's method of boiling slugs is perfect." Ten minutes later, Snape praised for the first time.The boy with platinum hair raised his chin proudly, accepting this high evaluation frankly.

Angelo was melancholy.Then there was a loud hiss from the cauldron beside him.Somehow Neville had burned their cauldron, thick acidic green smoke billowed out, the caustic potion spilled on the ground, and the round-faced boy's arms and legs were soaked in the potion, screaming in pain.

"Idiot! I think you probably put the porcupine quills in without taking the pot off the fire, did you?" Snape's growl stunned Angelo, and Neville was crying loudly, bleeding The liquid from the ground overflowed Angelo's soles.He felt a pain under his feet, and the well-made uppers were burned out by the splashed solution.

"Send him to the infirmary wing!" snapped Snape, the potion on the ground disappearing as he waved his wand.The people who climbed onto the table nearby fell back to the ground one after another. Everyone looked at the red and swollen scabies that appeared on Neville's nose in shock, and covered their mouths in surprise.

Angelo felt dizzy, Neville's cries continued to reach his ears, their cauldron melted, and Professor Snape looked at them like two pests.

Angelo helped Neville stagger out of the classroom, he felt his nose sour, and something blurred his eyes.

It's a huge frustration like never before.