[HP] Night Haze

Carrying luggage from the aisle of Diagon Alley to the small patio of the Leaky Cauldron, the aftereffects of excessive exercise in the morning that caused the food to digest too quickly finally came to the fore.Not only did the crispy ice cream fail to replenish his energy, but it aroused even more hunger.

"Come here for something to eat, I'm starving, please hurry up!" The boy said in embarrassment as he lay weakly on the bar counter of the Leaky Cauldron, and at this moment his stomach was making an uncontrollable gurgling sound, which made his stomach growl. The old witch, who was drinking sherry, coughed out of laughter.

"Eat a piece of bread first, kid, I'll get you something to eat." The bar owner, who looked like a flat walnut, dug out a piece of hard bread from the bar counter and handed it to him.The boy glanced at the suspicious green hair growing on the bread, and dared not open his mouth to bite it.

Although he said that he wanted to eat anything casually, it was too casual.Angelo suspected that if he took a bite, he would be sent directly to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

"Would you like some?" A young witch sitting next to him hiccupped and raised her glass unsteadily. More than half of the wine in the glass was spilled and flowed down her wrist into her sleeve. , she seemed to have never heard of it.

"You won't be hungry after a sip, hee hee..." In a drunken tone.

"Thank you, I'm not yet an adult." Angelo turned her head away, and the young witch didn't force her. She muttered a few drunken words, then retracted her arms with a smile, and drank the wine in the glass .

"Son, what's your name?" The mummy-like wizard, who was wrapped in bandages all over his body, asked hoarsely.His voice was like two dry rocks rubbing together, making people's throat dry.

"I told you, the kid died the next day. Don't cause trouble in my bar, I warn you!" The owner of the bar, Old Tom, walked up to the boy with a steaming sandwich. He slammed the plate on the bar counter, making the bar suddenly quiet.

This short period of silence did not last for a few seconds. After the people in the bar figured out what was going on, they resumed their interrupted tasks, and the noise and noise in the bar instantly resumed.The wizard wrapped in bandages retreated to a dark corner of the bar. When Angelo found a plate of rotten raw meat on the wizard's table, he didn't dare to look in that direction again.

This bar is the main link between Muggles and the wizarding world, and the people are the most mixed. Although Angelo has heard this saying a long time ago, this is the first time he has experienced it personally.As long as the money is paid, all the people who enter the Leaky Cauldron are guests, and the boss Tom will never care whether those who are wrapped under a cloak are white wizards, black wizards, or other races.

"Eat." Tom straightened the top of his head with few hairs left and pushed the plate in front of the blond boy. Angelo suddenly felt that he was not as hungry as before. He took a tentative bite of the sandwich and found the taste not bad.

"Sir, I want to stay overnight. Is there any vacant room here?" When there was some filling in his stomach, the boy finally remembered the urgent problem to be solved. He chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed all the food in his mouth before asked clearly.

It can be seen that the child's tutor is very good, but why did he come to the Leaky Cauldron by himself?Although there are often young wizards staying in the bar, most of them come by appointment, and such immature faces are rarely seen.

"Unfortunately, all the rooms have been rented out. If you want to stay, you have to wait until after September [-]st." Tom shrugged regretfully at the blond boy. Seeing the crowd around him, he narrowed his eyes vigilantly.This child is too conspicuous to be in this kind of place.

"September [-]st! School will start then..." The boy seemed not aware of the unkind prying eyes around him, and lay down on the bar counter in disappointment.

"Think of a way, sir," the boy begged, his sea blue eyes blinked at Old Tom, flickering with anticipation, "I need a place to rest, shared rooms are fine too. Sir, is there Hogg? Watts' student lives here, let me try to talk to him?"

"You can just call me Tom, you are a freshman at Hogwarts?" The bar owner poured a glass of juice and placed it in front of the boy.The boy thanked him and took a big gulp.

What an unguarded kid, Tom shook his head.He was very worried that if the little boy who couldn't find a place to stay was allowed to wander around outside, there would be no accidents.

"There is a man, maybe you can give it a try. He rented the entire attic by himself, and there is an empty room above." Tom thought for a while, and found a suitable candidate. The stammering wizard seemed to be a good fit. Conditions: Timid and fearful, not aggressive.

"What kind of person is he?" The boy's eyes lit up. When he smiled, there were two shallow dimples on his cheeks, which were very cute. "Is he a student of Hogwarts? First...Tom."

"No, but it's about the same. He is a teacher at Hogwarts." Old Tom always felt that this kind of smile seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Oh, here he is!" Without giving Tom any further thought, the pale young man just walked into the bar, one of his eyes was twitching all the time, and he seemed very nervous all the time.

"Professor Quirrell, we are talking about you." Old Tom raised his hand at the young man and called him to the bar.

"Talk... talk about me? I have... what... good... good to talk about." He stammered, looking like he was about to faint.

"That's right, Quirrell, can you let this kid live in the vacant room in the attic?" Tom was accustomed to the young man's behavior, and he handed him a glass of wine, signaling him not to be nervous.

"This child is a freshman at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, the other rooms are already full. Such a young child is really worrying."

"This... this..." Quirrell put his hands in his pockets, and from Angelo's height, he could just see a small triangular head sticking out of his pockets.

"Professor, is it okay?" Angelo tried his best to move his eyes away from the poisonous snake with blood-red pupils, and looked at the young man pitifully. The lingering cold gaze of the snake made Angelo's voice tremble violently .

"Please... I have nowhere else to go...Professor..." The boy tried not to think about the terrible poisonous snake, and he shouldn't be surprised because he hasn't seen the red snake eyes.

"Qiluo, this kid is so young. He is just about to go to Hogwarts this year. He needs someone to protect him."

"Okay... okay... I... promise," with the help of the bar owner, Quirrell was shaking nervously. He took a sip of the wine that Tom poured for him, with a smile on his face.

"Thank you so much, Professor Quirrell!" Angelo heaved a sigh of relief. He couldn't help sneaking a peek at Quirrell's pocket. The little snake had shrunk back and was out of sight.