[HP] Night Haze

Angelo felt that Professor Snape didn't like him because Snape asked him to dispose of a pot full of leeches before curfew.Angelo didn't rest for a moment before rushing out before the curfew. Afterwards, Professor Snape just pointed at the office door and told him that he could leave. From the beginning to the end, the Potions professor didn't take his eyes off a book on potions. moved away.

On the way back to the dormitory, Angelo met Ron who was also in confinement. The red-haired boy was carrying a bucket and a dirty rag, and there was a big mop leaning against the wall behind him.As soon as he saw Angelo, he complained to him about the hatefulness of the administrator Filch. Filch forbade him to use magic, so he could only clean the entire castle with his own hands.

"He still doesn't allow me to go to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. Seeing how nervous he is, I will definitely figure out what's hidden there." Angelo helped Ron put the cleaning tools back into the tool cabinet on the floor .Ron scolded all the way, and didn't stop until he returned to the door of the Gryffindor lounge.

"Dumbledore warned us not to go there when school started, Ron." After comforting the red-haired boy, Angelo persuaded him to dispel this dangerous idea.Ron waved his hand disapprovingly. He didn't believe that the corridor on the right of the fourth floor could really hide anything dangerous.

"You don't really believe those scaring words, Angelo, this is a school."

"I just don't want to see you in detention again, Ron."

Crossing the empty Gryffindor common room, their footsteps sounded especially loud in the silence of the space.At this time, the roommates had probably already fallen asleep, they walked lightly and did not knock on the door directly.

Angelo fumbled for the keyhole on the door. Before he could turn the key, the door of the dormitory opened from the inside. Harry Potter was rubbing his eyes in his pajamas. His confinement ended before dark because At night, we can't see the weeds on the playground clearly.

"While weeding, I looked up and saw the Gryffindor team training." For the first time in lockdown, Harry felt fine.Captain Wood of the Gryffindor team heard about his performance in the flying class, and Harry told Angelo and Ron excitedly that he tried the broom of the school team today.

How nice would it be if my broom was found after flying lessons?No, how nice it would be if the broom hadn't been found.Angelo lay on the bed, thinking wildly.

"That's great, the broomstick of the school team." Ron said enviously, he fell on the bed weakly, and his whole body was about to collapse. "Behave well, Harry, maybe Wood will choose you into the school team."

After talking to each other in a low voice, Angelo's roommates all fell asleep.Amidst the constant snoring, the blond boy insisted on finishing today's diary before closing his eyes sleepily.

What none of them expected was that after a week of confinement, Harry was really strongly recommended by Wood to Professor McGonagall, making an exception and becoming Gryffindor's Seeker.This kind of treatment is simply outrageous. I don't know if it was because of this, Angelo squeezed leech juice in Snape's office for several days.The choice of who will become the Quidditch player is up to each dean. Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for a long time, and everyone hopes that the savior will bring good luck to Gryffindor.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. During these two months, the smell of detergent on Ron's body has become stronger and stronger. By the time the confinement is over, he has already gained the nickname "Second Quirrell" , so angry that he jumped every time he saw the Weasley twin who nicknamed him that.

Angelo was now used to facing a large pile of lively potion ingredients in Snape's office every day.He has never encountered the copying that Ron mentioned, but he has dealt with slugs that are said to be used to deal with naughty students a few times.

Angelo didn't know why Snape was treating him like this, except for bringing a broom to school and burning the cauldron with Neville in the same group in the first Potions class, he hadn't done anything to make people angry.

Correcting students' homework, reading books, brewing potions, and observing Snape more carefully, the more Angelo found that his life was monotonous and boring.Even the relationship between Mr. Filch, the administrator, and Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was found out by him, but Angelo couldn't find any clues from Snape.

Angelo took out the rolled-up parchment from the diary's interlayer more than once, trying to cross out Snape's name on the list, but every time he was reluctant to write.If Snape's focus on potions can be transferred to Baron Lockhart, well, this is undoubtedly a dream, but Angelo can't help but fantasize a little, so that he will feel the missing place in his heart is temporarily filled.

One day, Angelo walked into Snape's office on time as usual.He was surprised to find that the Potions Master wasn't waiting for him today.

A pot of boiling brown potion was bursting with bubbles. Angelo recognized that it was a simple painkiller potion for toothache, but if no ingredients were added, it would become a pain potion.

Before the potion deteriorated, Angelo decisively picked up the mint leaves placed aside and sprinkled ten pieces into it. After the stirring rod turned clockwise three and a half times, the potion turned into a fragrant lake green.

"Who allowed you to touch my potion!" Just as Angelo was proud of saving the potion, he was startled by a sudden voice behind him.He turned back stiffly and swallowed, as Snape stood behind him glaring at him.

The strong magic pressure made Angelo breathless, and the Potions Professor stepped forward and snatched the stirring stick from his hand.Angelo quietly took a few steps back, avoiding the center of the pressure. He knew that the potions professor didn't like others to talk back or argue.

Quietly watching Professor Snape remove the cauldron from the fire, Angelo consciously walked to the corner that he would go to every day for two months.There is a pot of caterpillars placed there today. This kind of potion material only needs to be chopped up. During the two months that Angelo has experienced, it is considered an easy job.

"Angelo Burns." Snape called him back with a sneer. In the other corner of the office, there was a pot of slugs that were alive and kicking.

"I don't think I ever said that you can decide what to confine yourself," said Snape with a touch of sarcasm. "Do you think you can move my cauldron just by putting the right mint leaves?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Angelo rolled up his sleeves resignedly. This was definitely Snape's revenge for his tampering with the cauldron.He worked tirelessly to deal with the slug all night without showing any dissatisfaction. Now Angelo's processing speed of medicinal materials has reached an amazing qualitative leap compared to the beginning.

The next night, Angelo showed up at the Potions Professor's office on time as usual, this time he learned his lesson and didn't move anything before Snape said what the punishment was.

"Finish copying this today." Snape raised his head from the pile of homework waiting to be corrected, and threw him a thin notebook. Angelo was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he was going to do.

Two faint dimples appeared on the blond boy's cheeks. It turned out that the punishment for copying books that Ron said was real. At this time, Angelo had the urge to burst into tears. For him, today's confinement and It's so unreal compared to the past.