[HP] Night Haze

In the dark and damp basement of Hogwarts Castle, a pot of light green liquid was bubbling and bubbling in the cauldron, and the dense mist hovered over the cauldron, lingering for a long time.

"The feather of the Jueyin bird is the last material to put in the truth potion. For the next half month, we just need to guard the crucible and wait for the potion to fully mature." A low and long cello-like voice earnestly taught from the side The blond boy was taking notes with a pen. After three and a half weeks of stirring clockwise with the stirring rod, the potion with the feather added showed an attractive transparent color in the crucible.

Colorless, odorless - just three drops will reveal your innermost secrets.Veritaserum is not a course that first-year kid can get in touch with, but under the careful cultivation of the potions professor, the boy with slightly curly blond hair remembers the making process of this potion in his heart, and keeps a record of every step In the notebook, so that you can read and consolidate at any time.

"Professor Snape, after the potion is finished, can I have a small bottle as a souvenir?" Two dimples appeared on the boy's pretty face, he closed the book and hugged it in his arms, pleading with expectant eyes A man who doesn't seem very easy to get along with.However, this tried and tested move failed in front of the gloomy potion master.

"No." Resolutely replied.Snape, who wanted to make an exception to agree, changed his mind immediately after seeing the dazzling smile on the boy's face.

This kind of smile is surprisingly similar to the damned existence of that nightmare in memory.

Snape glanced at the boy's smiling face calmly, remembering the information he had accidentally learned while chatting with his godson.The Gryffindor lion cub in front of him was a loyal admirer of Lockhart, so it was no wonder that even his smile was so expressive.

The boy's eyes and hair color brought back bad memories of the Potions Master, and his already gloomy face became even more gloomy.Anyone who recalls a past that he desperately wants to forget, will not be in a good mood, not to mention waking up to find himself entangled in bed by a strange man like an octopus, and there seems to be something happening between them A very discordant past.

"Dangerous items like Veritaserum should not be in the hands of underage wizards. Because you don't know what you can do and what you can't do." The excuse for rejection is perfect, you know the red-haired twins in the Lion House The brothers even dared to replace Principal Dumbledore's candy with nosebleed jellybeans. This kid is a year younger than them.

"This is the first time I've participated in the production of high-level potions." The boy who was rejected immediately showed a bit of regret on his expression, but he quickly adjusted his mood when facing Snape's face that showed no sign of softening.

"Professor Snape, what else do we need to do next? Just wait for the veritaserum to mature?" Re-opening the record, Angelo asked a few questions related to this pot of potion studiously. Nepe was happy to answer.

"The heat of the crucible is also very important, and this is what we need to pay attention to next. As long as you watch how I do it, it's not difficult..."

*****

"I can feel that you are very eager to get the veritaserum, why is that?" A magnetic male voice came from the ruby ​​in the boy's hand.Angelo closed the day's diary, lay down on the soft bedding, and held it firmly in his hands.

"I think you can guess it, Mr. Crown." Ravenclaw's crown has absorbed his knowledge, and he must be clear about the past.

"Is it to deal with Quirrell?" Sure enough, the pleasant male voice hardly hesitated when answering this question.

"Yes, he tampered with my memory, and I suspect him of stealing...the Philosopher's Stone."

"But Snape didn't budge when you told him what you knew. So you want to do it yourself?"

"As expected of Mr. Crown." Angelo praised.

"Even if you get the veritaserum, there may not be a chance for him to drink it. If he really came to this school with bad intentions, he will remain vigilant enough." The male voice in the ruby ​​did not because He was complacent about a compliment from a first-year brat, but instead poured cold water on him.

"Put these thoughts away. If he has a problem, someone will stand up and take care of him. Dumbledore is an old fox, and you little brats, even if you really want to help, it's useless."

"Mr. Crown's words are too shocking!" The boy turned over on the bed, "Don't Mr. Crown want to see what the Philosopher's Stone looks like?"

"...You haven't even mastered the brain shutting spell I taught you, Angelo." The male voice deliberately raised his tone when he called the name. He didn't have the question of talking about the Philosopher's Stone, but changed the topic very naturally.For something like the Philosopher's Stone, even if he got it now, he would not be able to obtain immortality.Because there is no entity, he is just a tiny individual split from a complete soul.

Besides, is that Quirrell really capable of getting the Philosopher's Stone?If he can get it, wouldn't it be better to grab it directly from him?If he could escape from Dumbledore, at that time, Chirrell might not have much strength to resist him and reap the benefits of the fisherman, right?

This is the choice of the wise.

"Angelo..." While thinking about the Yin Man's plan, he turned the boy's topic about the Philosopher's Stone to a place that couldn't be farther away. "The Occlumency Curse can not only resist the magic of mind-bending to a certain extent, but it will not be so easy if someone wants to tamper with your memory in the future. I want to pass on my knowledge to you, but it is a pity that you are the most useful to you right now. I haven't learned the simple magic, so I..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Crown." The unbearable boy rolled around on the bed and begged for mercy. Could it be that people who have been lonely for too long will catch on to a topic and talk endlessly?But what did he call Dumbledore just now?That old fox?This title seems a bit... doubtful.

The boy's thinking was successfully taken away from the original intention, but went to another direction that the Horcrux did not want to see.

"I will step up my practice tomorrow, Mr. Crown, it is already very late." Angelo squeezed the ruby, ignoring the objections from inside, stuffed it into the pocket of the school uniform folded on the bedside table, and closed it Eye.

"Good night—" he said softly.

*****

It has been half a month to live with Crown, and they spend more than an hour communicating every day.The practice room full of mirrors in the Room of Requirement became a frequent place for Angelo to practice magic.Under Angelo's pillow, in addition to the diary, there is also a "Complete Alchemy Materials" that can be read at any time.Although self-taught, the boy's growing knowledge of alchemy is unstoppable, but what materials need to be used to repair the damaged crown, as the crown of wisdom of the party concerned, seems less anxious.

Time passed bit by bit in the process of busy practicing Occlumency and recording the temperature of Veritaserum. As the final exam day approached, Harry and the others received a decision of confinement punishment from Professor McGonagall.By this time they had almost forgotten that while Harry was suffering, Angelo ended his year of punishment in the Potions Master's office instead.

It was a week before Veritaserum was finished, and it was also the last few days of review for the final exam.

Just when Angelo thought that this semester would pass safely, Harry came back from the Forbidden Forest that night, his robe was stained with silver-blue unicorn blood, and brought explosive news to Angelo.

"Voldemort is back. The centaur told me that it is Voldemort who wants the Philosopher's Stone!"

This news is no less than a lost forbidden spell. Angelo comforted the trembling boy. While going to pour a cup of hot tea, he kicked the red boy who was also stunned by the news and was speechless. Fat boy.

"I saw him, the murderer of my parents... He killed a unicorn in the forest. I was there when he sucked its blood, and he jumped at me, but Firenze saved him I... Firenze is a Centaur who lives deep in the Forbidden Forest, he told the trajectory of the stars..."

"Harry, calm down and listen to me, Harry! With Dumbledore around, You-Know-Who won't hurt a hair of your hair. He has always been afraid of Dumbledore."

"Angelo..." The trembling hand was held tightly by Angelo, and the blue-eyed boy slowly fell silent.

While Angelo was comforting Harry, a conversation was going on in another place in Hogwarts Castle.Quirrell, who was kicked by the horseman and fled back in embarrassment, locked himself in the office and gasped for breath.

"Master, I feel very bad, master—" The aftereffects of being injured and sucking unicorn blood made the pale-skinned young teacher feel so uncomfortable that he almost died. In fact, the broken body after being possessed has long been overwhelmed.If his master hadn't secretly supported him by overdrawing his body's vitality, he would have spent the rest of his life in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries with this collapsed body.

"%￥#@...%" the awkward incantation was uttered from the other mouth behind Quirrell's head, and under the little silver light, the young teacher came alive again.

"Thank you, my great master." If he knew that the magic had reduced his life span by at least 20 years, I don't know if he would still praise his master in a humble tone.

"Take out the things I asked you to prepare last time." The sharp voice accompanied by hissing said unceremoniously, the young teacher who was glad that he was not punished for not doing things well, took out a bag from the drawer as quickly as possible. Blank amulet.

Another string of incantations that had never been heard before came from the face behind the head. After a burst of hot heat, the amulet was stamped with complicated and strange magic lines.

"Give it to Angelo Burns tomorrow, and make sure he carries it with him." The face in the back of his head ordered, "Isn't he inseparable from Harry Potter and the others? This will just catch them all in one go."

"Master..." Quirrell looked at the magic pattern on the amulet hesitantly, and suddenly revealed a look of surprise, "Is this the legendary self-explosion magic that can instantly cause magic chaos and achieve the effect of killing people around?"

He was answered with a sharp, sinister smile.

"Remember, whatever excuse you make, you have to make him wear this amulet every day."

In fact, this is just a spell to facilitate instant possession.The Dark Lord has already planned to transfer to a new carrier, but he is just a stupid subordinate who is completely ignorant of his own bad situation, and secretly delights in the impending unlucky enemy without knowing anything.