[HP] Night Haze

The bright afternoon sun was projected into the huge transparent glass windows of the dormitory. The boy on the bed frowned uncomfortably, fluttered his slender eyelashes a few times, and reluctantly opened his eyes.Angelo rubbed his painful head and sat up from the bed, staring at the clock on the wall of the dormitory in a daze.

Why is he here?By the way, he remembered!After lunch, he went to Quirrell's office to return a cross with the professor's name engraved on it that he picked up last night. The young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor warmly treated him to some snacks, and then sent him back to the dormitory for a nap up.

There is no class in the afternoon, and the even breathing of the roommates is like a soothing lullaby.After adjusting a comfortable posture, Angelo, who was still feeling sleepy, lay back on the bed and fell asleep again.The sun had already set when he opened his eyes, and as soon as Angelo sat up in bed, Ron lifted his bed curtain.

"Angelo, you slept so deeply. Harry's training is over, we were going to ask you to go with him."

"I don't know at all!" Angelo was surprised by his sound sleep.Looking back now, it seemed that someone had said something in his ear in a daze.It was a hissing sound, no!It was the high-pitched voice of the little wizard.

"Now that I think about it, you seem to have mentioned Harry a few times, and Quidditch and all that."

"I just asked you a few times if you want to go to the Quidditch pitch with us, Angelo." Ron shrugged. He never said Harry's name from beginning to end. In his opinion, Angelo was right This memory is completely gone.

"Forget it, it's no wonder, you have worked so hard for the past two months." Ron waved his hand indifferently, he would feel physically and mentally exhausted every week in Potions class, but his roommate had to work hard every night. To face Snape's sullen stinking face.

"Did you just say this?" Angelo put his palm on his forehead in doubt.After receiving Ron's affirmative answer, he looked up at the ceiling of the dormitory. The mysterious pattern of gold and red on the ceiling made him dazed again.

"I think I'm probably sleepy." Angelo said, it seemed that someone had said Harry Potter's name in his ear more than once in his half-dream.Maybe it was the same as what Ron said, he had worked too hard recently, and after waking up from a nap, Angelo still felt that he had no energy, and his head was always groggy.

The boy appeared in front of the potions professor's office before eight o'clock in the evening, and the basement of Hogwarts castle looked cold and damp no matter what time he went.

He didn't eat much tonight, and Harry suggested he take a break with Snape, because he didn't look good.Angelo shook his head and declined Harry's kindness. Confinement is a means of punishing students who make mistakes, and it is different from the usual sloppy class.And he is also very concerned about the condition of the potion master's injury now.

【What a pity, he came again today... hiss】

[Filch is changing Sev's dressing, hissing...he can't go in yet] "Who's talking?" Angelo looked around, and he heard a lot of chattering voices near him.

[He can hear us talking... hiss]

[Hiss...impossible, how could he understand our language] [Here, we are inside the painting]

Angelo turned his gaze to the portrait. In the painting, Medusa has her eyes closed and a head full of little snakes dancing in the painting.

"Angelo Bones, Professor Snape is meeting with the administrator, Mr. Filch, so you have to wait at the door for a while before you can go in." Medusa said in a cold tone.Angelo stared at the portrait, his heart agitated.

...

"The child should have noticed it by now, right?" At this time, on the other side of the castle, a sharper voice than ordinary people sounded in Quirrell's office.Professor Quirrell, without a scarf on his head, sat behind his desk. From the reflection of the silverware, he could clearly see another face parasitic on the back of his head.

"Master, what should he be aware of?" Quirrell asked humbly. After hearing the absurd story of the blond boy after taking Veritaserum, his master seemed to be planning something.

Eliminated and modified the child's memory about him, and used the Imperius Curse to control the boy to rewrite last night's diary.In addition, his great master cast an unknown spell on the boy, which has made Quirrell worry about it until now.

"He should have noticed that he has a special ability. I have lent you this ability," said a deep tone accompanied by a cold hiss, "I think you have already guessed it? Yes— — Slytherin's iconic Parseltongue."

"Master, I don't understand." The young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was both surprised and jealous. His master once gave him this ability, but he took it back unceremoniously after possessing it.This is not a perfect ability, or that the giver deliberately makes it imperfect, it is closer to a subconscious memory.In order to be different from the real Parseltongue, after acquiring this ability, he can understand the language of snakes, but he can't speak it. Even if he tries to imitate similar notes, he will feel that his tongue is clumsy and uncontrollable.

"Master, do you give him such honor because you know who his father is?"

"I do know who his father is, Quirrell, but it's not because of this that I gave him this ability temporarily." The hiss sounded strangely bewitching. When he found the young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the Black Forest, I knew that he was a person who couldn't stand the temptation of vanity. The great Dark Lord always knew how to control others. That's why an inconspicuous small society established during school years ago managed to control the entire magic world.

"You are my most loyal subordinate, Quirrell, as long as you continue to be as loyal as you are now, no one can shake your position. No matter how much his father has been valued by me, that is just a thing of the past. Now I can't trust any of them, and when I get the Philosopher's Stone, they will be punished by me." Because the truly loyal Death Eaters were either turned into dry bones, or locked up in the prison of Azkaban waiting for his return, Thinking he was finished, the group of disloyal minions sneaked back among his enemies to say they were innocent, they didn't know that he had taken methods to prevent death a long time ago, so he wouldn't forgive them so easily.When he regained his body and regained his strength, those people had to pay the price for the long ten years. Only when they paid off all their debts could he truly forgive them.

"Imagine, Quirrell, a child looking for his father suddenly finds out that he is a 'Parseltongue', so what will he think when he gets along with the savior every day?"

"Master, you mean..." Quirrell trembled in surprise, it turned out that his master planned it this way.

"It's just a small pawn." After comforting his cranky subordinates, another face behind Quirrell's head was sneering. He didn't like this man with no qualifications, even if he contributed half of his humble body. .

"If Harry Potter gets in the way of our plans one day, maybe that kid will come in handy." For Quirrell, that explanation was enough, because it was enough to keep the stupid wizard happy for a while.

The great Dark Lord hid many things from his men, for example, he could feel that Quirrell's body was weakening day by day because of his possession.The above reasons are just one of the reasons why he did so.That child is the way out that the Dark Lord left for himself. If one day Quirrell's body can no longer bear his main soul, then the child can first help his Death Eater father to repay the debts he owed over the years. Return the last part - become the carrier of his main soul.