[HP] Night Haze

A copy of "The Encyclopedia of Witches and Other Languages" was piled up by the boy on top of the pile of books that had already piled up high. Angelo crouched on a long table in the library, recalling the contents of the book.

It's been two days, counting from the day he discovered that he can speak snake language, two full days have passed. During these two days, he looked through all the books of this kind that he could find in the library.

It needs to be explained that Parseltongue is not a patent of Slytherin. There have been a group of wizards who can speak Parseltongue in the history of the wizarding world, but Slytherin is the most famous among them.The man who once controlled most of the wizarding world ten years ago was the last member of the Slytherin family. The man who still makes wizards afraid to mention his name is also on the list of fathers in Angelo's hand , but it was a candidate he didn't even dare to think about.

If that person is his father, no!He could not speak Parseltongue a few days ago.Angelo, who forced himself to calm down, began to read a lot of materials. He spent all his free time in the library, but to his disappointment, none of the books could explain the reason for his current situation.The most described in the book is: wizards born in the magic world, after a sudden increase in magic power or strong stimulation, may awaken a certain already thinned wizard blood that is silent in the body, thus gaining unexpected abilities.

Angelo thinks that he has nothing to do with the surge of magic power and stimulation.On the contrary, he was more frightened when he found out that he could understand Parseltongue.That night, because he was restless, he almost blew up Professor Snape's cauldron. Professor Snape's gloomy face suppressed his anger, and Angelo felt terrified even now when he recalled it.Angelo was "invited" out of the office on the spot. Professor Snape told him to wake up before going into confinement, and specially granted him two days off.Walking in the dark corridor of the basement, Angelo could still hear the hissing conversations of the little snakes in the portrait from a distance, and they were all laughing at him.

Angelo didn't know if Parseltongue had ever appeared in his family, and if he wanted to find out about it, he could only go back to the Lockhart family.This is an impossible mission, not to mention that his hot-tempered grandfather didn't know his existence at all, but his father who wandered outside for many years and refused to go home in order to avoid marrying with other families, He would not go home and ask his grandfather for a family tree in order to figure out a dishonorable matter.

That night, Angelo suffered from insomnia again. He tossed and turned on the bed until the sky turned pale.There are many things hidden in his heart, but there is no one to discuss with him. Such a strong sense of helplessness and loneliness surrounds him tightly.

Early the next morning, the sound of the owl hitting the glass woke Angelo up from a light sleep, and the blue-eyed boy closest to the window got up before him and opened the window.A mighty barn owl flapped in and hovered outside Angelo's bed curtain.

The red-haired boy on the bed next to him muttered twice and put the quilt over his head.Angelo thanked Harry softly, got up lightly and fed the owl some food.Today was the weekend, and his roommates were all sleeping in bed. Angelo tried his best not to make any noise, for fear of waking up others.

Angelo untied the letter from the owl's claw, and the envelope kept its original whiteness, with nothing written on it.Usually this kind of letter will not be delivered to the recipient, because owls can't tell where they are going. With such doubts, Angelo tore open the seal, and the familiar handwriting on the parchment inside made him stunned Living.

To Angelo two days later:

Remember the secret method on the old file?Well, I know it's weird writing to myself like this.If what I'm worried about doesn't happen, then consider this letter a little game for your own amusement.

Don't know how I felt when I got this letter two days later, but right now I just had a bad dream and I feel terrible.Professor Quirrell made me very uneasy, and I suspect that the reason Snape got hurt that day was because he...

Angelo's fingers holding the letter trembled. The handwriting on the letter was clearly his own, but he had no memory of the letter at all.If it was just like this, it would be fine. This phenomenon would indeed occur when using the secrecy method in the old files, but the diary attached after this text also made him feel equally strange.

"Why did this happen?" Angelo forced himself to finish reading the dreadful letter, which was completely different from the Halloween he remembered.Angelo clearly remembered what happened that day. Before he met Professor Snape on the stairs on the third floor, he did not see Professor Quirrell or anyone else passing by there. It was only a matter of going to Quirrell's office the next day. Because I picked up the professor's things and wanted to return them to him.

Is this someone playing a prank on him?Angelo quickly dismissed the idea, imitating the handwriting so that even he himself, not even the most mischievous Weasley twin brothers, could do it.

Angelo thought of another possibility, which he was unwilling to admit—if the letter was true, it meant that his memory had been tampered with.

In order to confirm the truth of the matter, Angelo dug out his diary.What surprised him was that the content recorded in the notebook did not differ from his memory.This means that if he believes that the content of the letter is true, then he has to admit that not only has someone tampered with his memory, but also once controlled him to modify his diary.

"Impossible, only the Imperius Curse can do this!" Angelo recalled the days when he was with Quirrell at the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't want to believe that Professor Quirrell would do such a terrible thing to him. things.

Recalling that after returning from Quirrell's office that day, he fell asleep in the dormitory all afternoon. If this is the sequelae of memory tampering, then many things can be explained.

Angelo's head began to ache, and something seemed to be breaking loose in his mind, trying to jump out of it. He covered his head and curled up, and many images dangled in front of his eyes—this was a memory that was about to wake up.

"He was injured because he went to a place he shouldn't be...the restricted area on the fourth floor...do you know what is locked there?" someone stammered.

"Painkillers, it's in my drawer! Quick!"

Angelo let go of his hand covering his head, and the headache and the hallucinations accompanied by the hissing sound disappeared.He recalled that tampered memory, and at the end of the memory was Quirrell's expressionless face holding his wand.

"Professor Quirrell..." Angelo tremblingly folded the letter back to its original shape and put it in the diary. The process was too long for him.What made him sad was that, in order to erase the memory of that day, Quirrell did not hesitate to use such a drastic method on him as the Imperius Curse.In fact, as long as the young professor gives him a reasonable reason, even if it is to deceive him, he will help him continue to hide it.

Angelo still remembers that when he was in the bar, Quirrell gave him an attic to give him a place to live. In Hogwarts Castle, only the professor noticed that he had been in Gryffindor. Not happy.Quirrell said that if you encounter any embarrassing things, you can come to him.Angelo clearly remembered that after the first Defense Against the Dark Arts course, Professor Quirrell patted him on the shoulder and said to him: He will help him.

"I will help you." This sentence touched Angelo a lot at the time, although Professor Quirrell couldn't help him at all.But in Angelo's heart, he is no longer alone and helpless, and that's enough.

"He used to be a smart person, but he didn't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in school before. In order to be able to take this class well, he took a year off to gain first-hand practical experience in dealing with the Dark Arts." Angelo still remembers the bar owner shrugging his shoulders and saying this to him.It was this sentence that made Angelo feel that Quirrell was a good teacher at that time, and he believed in it until Professor Snape was injured.Even after Angelo began to doubt Professor Quirrell, he still felt guilty.

Now, how should he face Professor Quirrell?Still regard him as the teacher who cared about him, or the dark wizard who tampered with his memory?Angelo thought of Professor Quirrell's attitude towards him in the past two days, with the same concern as usual, nothing unusual.This kind of pleasant look made Angelo feel a chill all over his body.

How could he be so calm in front of the students who were once controlled by him!

Angelo suspected that his sudden snake language ability was also given by this young professor. After he came out of Professor Quirrell's office, everything became different.After some contradictory considerations, Angelo decided to go to Professor Snape, and he wanted to tell him about meeting Quirrell on Halloween.

...

"I have something important to see Professor Snape, please inform me." Standing in front of Head Slytherin's office, Angelo respectfully said to Medusa, the Medusa on the portrait was tightly closed eyes, did not move her body, and her indifferent tone did not fluctuate.

"Student Angelo Burns, today is the weekend, and Professor Snape is not in the office."

"Thanks, so where do I find him?"

"Today is the weekend." Medusa was unwilling to answer his question.Angelo stared at the little snakes on Medusa's head in the portrait, and they were all scrambling to speak.

[Here he is again, last time he was kicked out by Sev... Hiss] [Hiss... Of course he is in the faculty lounge at this time, idiot] "Thank you." Portrait of Sha bowed, turned around and strode away.The little snakes dancing in the portrait are still chattering.

[He said thank you, he said thank you... Hiss]

【Certainly not because you called him an idiot, hiss...】

【Hiss... His etiquette is very standard】

【I always think he can understand us... hiss】

Angelo quickened his pace and left the basement, he was afraid that he would show his face if he continued to listen.Climbing up the stairs to the door of the staff lounge, Angelo found that the door of the lounge was not locked, but half-closed.

"Damn it, how could you stare at three heads at the same time?" Professor Snape's voice came from inside, Angelo withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door, and heard the echo of another man.

The door was blown open by the draft in the corridor, and Angelo leaned his face to look in. Professor Snape pulled up his robes above his knees through the crack, and he had two very serious bruises on one leg. The wound looked like two pieces of flesh had been scraped away by a sharp weapon.Mr. Filch was handing him a bandage.

"Who's outside!" Snape yelled alertly, the slightly curly blond hair slipping through the crack of the door made him guess who was at the door for the first time.

"Bones!" Snape quickly put down his robe to cover his legs, and said through gritted teeth.Angelo lowered his head and pushed open the door of the lounge. He was very afraid of facing Professor Snape's sullen expression, even a deadpan expression was better than this.

"Professor Snape..." Angelo glanced at Filch apprehensively, and Snape winked at Filch.

"Come on, what's the matter?" The administrator consciously opened the door and stepped out of the corridor.Snape glanced at the boy like two knives.

He better hope he has something important that must bother him now, or he will suffer his wrath.

"I'm sorry, Professor, you asked me if I saw anyone passing by the night the trolls attacked. I lied." Angelo took a while to gather his courage, and Snape's pressure made him breathless. "Actually, I saw a person on the stairs that day...it was Professor Quirrell."

"Bones, why didn't you say that when I asked you?" Snape was not surprised by this, his tone was low and severe, "Don't you realize that you woke up too late?"

"I'm sorry." Angelo swallowed. He seemed to have done another thing that disgusted Snape. From the Potions professor's expression, it could be seen that the professor knew it already.

"Now that you already know, then I..." Angelo paused, his eyes fell on Snape's lap, where the black robe was stained with a darker color.

"Professor, your injury!" Angelo exclaimed, several days had passed, and the wound was still bleeding.

"You can go!" The Potions Professor's complexion quickly darkened, and his tone was full of gunpowder.

"Sorry!" Angelo bit his lip and quickly left the room, he knew that Professor Snape didn't want to see him now.

Administrator Filch closed the door in Angelo's presence.This time the door was locked firmly, blocking all prying eyes from outside.