[HP] Night Haze

Professor Quirrell's office is located at the end of the third floor of the castle. The layout of this room changes every year with different teachers.Every year they are not re-elected for various reasons, since Dumbledore refused the young Voldemort's request to teach this course decades ago, the teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts have been cursed to be unable to Stay here for a long time.

Dong dong... Angelo stood at the door of this office and knocked a few times. Taking advantage of the time when the door had not been opened, he touched the wand in his pocket, and felt a sense of blood connection from the wooden handle. , to dilute the lingering haze after the nightmare, ever since he finished that dream, his heart has been uneasy.

"Who is it?" There was a rustling sound of unlocking, and after waiting a few seconds, the door was pulled open from the inside.The eyes protruding from the crack of the door opened a passage for people to pass after seeing clearly who was coming.

"Please... come in, Angelo." Professor Quirrell stammered and invited him into the office. After Angelo entered the office, the young professor gently pushed the door and quickly landed on a door. row of locks.

"Would you like black tea or...juice?" He didn't seem to see the boy's discomfort, and said to himself, maybe he was too timid to look directly at other people's faces.

"Thank you, no need." Angelo withdrew his gaze from the door lock, and Quirrell also had the habit of locking the door when he checked in at the bar—just like this.The whole office is full of Professor Quirrell's style, crosses of various materials, silverware, bottles of holy water, and amulets with weird textures. Angelo even saw a few slices of white garlic in the wastebasket in the corner. epidermis.

"Angelo, this is fresh...fresh juice." Although Angelo had said no, Quirrell brought a tray with a plate of muffins and a plate of donuts, and gave Angelo's juice is different, and Professor Quirrell prepared a cup of black tea for himself.

"Professor Quirrell..."

"Do you like to eat small... small muffins?" The pale young man sat opposite the boy and asked expectantly. He took one from the plate and put it in his mouth, then stirred the black tea a few times with a silver spoon and drank it. Small mouth.

"..." Angelo didn't nod or deny it. Despite Quirrell's repeated invitations, Angelo didn't take a sip of the snacks on the plate and the juice in front of him.

"Professor Quirrell..." Waiting patiently for Quirrell to eat the muffin in one bite, Angelo explained his purpose again, but before he finished speaking, Quirrell interrupted him.

"I'm very grateful to you for what happened yesterday, Angelo, you didn't...didn't tell anyone that you saw me, did you?"

"No, Professor Quirrell." Angelo shook his head, his hand under the table touched the handle of the wand, and squeezed it tightly, "What happened yesterday? Professor Quirrell, why are you avoiding Stanley?" Professor Nepe, I found out that he was injured, is it because of you?"

"Angelo, when...of course it wasn't because of me," Professor Quirrell shrank his neck in fear, "Why do you think so? He was injured because... because he went where he shouldn't be, said Dumbledore Don't go to...the restricted area on the fourth floor, do you know what...what is locked there?"

"What's closed?" Angelo's hand holding the wand did not relax, although Quirrell's words aroused his curiosity.

"No, you still don't know... It's good to know, Dumbledore said to keep it secret. Merlin, I shouldn't tell you this at all!" Quirrell screamed suddenly, covering his big scarf with his hands, His eyes twitched violently, and his whole body was shaking nervously.

"Professor Quirrell! What's the matter with you, Professor Quirrell!" Angelo was frightened. He jumped up from his seat and supported Quirrell. Although the professor usually looked like he was about to faint, this This time it seemed like he was going to faint.

"Painkillers, it's in my drawer!" Quirrell pointed to the corner of the desk, "Quick, quick!"

Angelo let go of Quirrell and rushed over in a panic. He opened three drawers in a row but didn't see the small bottle containing the medicine.

"In which drawer, Professor Quirrell?" Angelo raised his head and asked, but at this moment he suddenly stopped moving because he found that Professor Quirrell was pointing his wand at him.

"Q... Quirrell..." Angelo stepped back and touched his wand, but before he could take it out, he fell into darkness.

"Dizzy!" Quirrell withdrew his wand, sat back on the chair blankly and covered his head. This was the aftereffect of drinking a potion containing unicorn blood components. Every time he told a lie, he would feel severe pain.

This potion was bought in Knockturn Alley, expensive and rare.His master regained some strength because of it, but the effect was not good.

"The kid is too wary. I wanted to wait for him to let go of his wand before doing it." Quirrell said to the air in the room.Angelo's small movements couldn't be hidden from him, and from the reflection of the silverware hanging on the wall, he could clearly see the movements behind the blond boy.

"Why don't you just give him an Oblivion Curse, master?" Quirrell was puzzled by the instructions of the adult behind the purple scarf, and he couldn't wait to solve the child's problem.

Controlling two trolls to cause trouble at the school was a demanding job, and after last night's fight with Snape, all he had left was the invisibility spell.Originally wanted to find a quiet place on the third floor to perform magic, but unexpectedly met a blond boy. In desperation, he could only use words to stabilize him.

"Don't you wonder why he came to Hogwarts, Quirinus?" Another voice came from the room, shriller than most, accompanied by a hissing noise.

"I know he will definitely come to you today, but I didn't expect him to be so wary of you because of Snape's injury." The voice sneered disdainfully, "My former subordinates did have this kind of charm, but I can't believe it now he."

"I am your most loyal servant!" Quirrell's humble tone revealed a bit of pride, as long as this lord can get the Philosopher's Stone, everything he has paid will be rewarded.

"Quirinus," said the hissing voice, strangely seductive, "you're going to get more than you can imagine, more than you can imagine.—now! Wake him up. I'm interested in what he's hiding, and maybe we can really help him, maybe if it's good for our plan."