[HP] Night Haze

After climbing up the narrow stairs to the top floor and moving the luggage into the empty room in the attic, Angelo finally settled down.He took the key from the bar owner and thanked him with a smile.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that there were only two rooms in the attic. Angelo's room was particularly large. A huge carved copper bed was placed in the middle of the room.

"This place is even better than I imagined." Angelo looked around, and when the mirror inlaid on the dressing table came in from the boy, he chattered and praised the guest's appearance with all kinds of gorgeous words.

"This room has a view of the London street, and it's a bit noisy with the windows open." The barkeeper elbowed the mirror as the boy looked out the window.By the time the boy looks back from London's lively street scene, it's completely muted.

"There are a lot of Muggles out there, and they don't have much clothes." The excitement on the boy's face made Old Tom's eyelids twitch wildly. He stepped forward and glanced out the window. A team of Muggles holding a streaking parade was holding signs from the window. pass by the street.

"Actually, there's nothing to see." The bar owner hurriedly closed the curtains, and the pale-skinned Quirrell walked back to his room silently while they were talking.

"Professor Quirrell, thank you for being able to..." Angelo noticed his actions immediately, and the boy once again expressed his gratitude to the back of the young professor leaving.The other party seemed to be afraid of contacting him, and closed the door of his room before the blond boy finished speaking.

"Did I upset him?" Angelo asked in fear when he heard a crisp locking sound.His stay may make Professor Quirrell temporarily feel that his life is not as free as before, but he will try his best not to disturb him.

"Don't worry, kid, he does this to everyone he sees." Old Tom said indifferently, spreading his hands. Quirrell, an unlucky guy, is afraid of all creatures that approach him. I believe the kid will understand soon.

"He was said to have been haunted by a vampire in Romania, and he's been a completely different person since then. Before he didn't stutter or tremble a lot, now he always thought the vampire would come looking for him he."

"It's a great adventure experience...well, I mean it's very special, it's too unfortunate..." The boy despised himself in his heart, he couldn't get used to seeing the materials of his father's new book that could be connected to everything, this is not true is a good habit.

"Can you tell me which type of magic Professor Quirrell teaches at Hogwarts?" Angelo tried to sound respectful.I don't know if the young professor heard his disrespectful words from the other side of the door.He decided to preview the textbooks before school started so as not to lose marks.

Of course, if it is an elective course, forget it.

"Okay, it's not a secret, many people know about it," the bar owner said with a smile, everyone's expressions were wonderful after knowing Quirrell's profession, "Professor Quirrell will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts this year technique."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Angelo gasped, which was really surprising.

"Yes, Defense Against the Dark Arts." Old Tom's smile could not be suppressed from his tone.The boy's reaction was very interesting, his sea-blue eyes widened, his mouth opened in surprise, showing signs of twitching slightly.This kind of expression on the child's face is not annoying at all, but there is an urge to pinch his little face.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is an advanced subject." The boy finally found his own language.What a tragedy, he remembered that there was such a class on his book list.

"I always thought that the one who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts would be a knowledgeable old man. I didn't expect Professor Quirrell to have such admirable talent at such a young age."

"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." The bar owner shrugged, regretting what had happened to the young man.

"Who would've thought he'd be in trouble?" Quirrell still hasn't been able to get over his encounter with a vampire.

"I think Professor Quirrell is a good teacher." After hearing Quirrell's experience, Angelo quickly adjusted his mentality and said seriously.His adoptive mother Amelia said that anyone who is serious and responsible for his position is worthy of everyone's respect.

Angelo was ashamed of some of his previous thoughts. Professor Quirrell overcame his fear and let him have a place to live. He should have a grateful heart, not because the other party was stuttering, timid, and nervous. The subject he teaches creates a bad impression.

Angelo's apology made him hastily end the topic about Quirrell. After saying goodbye to old Tom, Angelo locked the door of his room, flew onto the big bed in the center of the room and rolled over for a few weeks, humming comfortably.

The soft bedding exudes the smell of sunshine, and it is warm. The boy who rode a broom through the air for a long distance lay lazily on the bed and did not want to move. After a short while, the sound of the boy's steady breathing sounded in the room. .Today, he is really exhausted.

...

After taking a nice nap, Angelo stretched his body and got up from the bed after being refreshed.The Leaky Cauldron in the afternoon was still very lively. The blond boy walked down the narrow stairs carefully and found that the bar was full of drinking guests.

The bar owner, who looked like a flat walnut, nodded to him, and skillfully mixed the wine amidst the urging of the guests.Angelo paid special attention to the dark corner of the bar, where the bandaged wizard was no longer sitting there.Now sitting in that position was a very short wizard. He was completely hidden in the cloak, and the hands exposed to hold the wine glass were pale and pale, and the black nails were long and sharp.

"My child, buy an amulet." The old witch, smoking a long pipe, picked up a silver-gray necklace when Angelo passed by. The ominous scarlet rune was dented on it, revealing a little bit of weirdness.

Angelo walked past the old witch without answering a word. He quickly crossed the bar, and the witch's shrill laughter spread far behind him.

"Don't scare the children, go back to Knockturn Alley after drinking this glass." The bar owner put the sherry in front of the old witch, and warned in a playful tone.

"Just kidding." The old witch played with the amulet in her hand and smiled with a few missing teeth. She didn't dare to do anything in his shop.

The walled patio behind the Leaky Cauldron is empty of anything but a litter box and some weeds.Angelo tapped three times with his wand on the wall above the dustbin. When the winding cobblestone streets with no end in view of Diagon Alley showed its full view, Angelo's heartbeat recovered from the shock of encountering the old witch. normal frequency.

The billboard of the first store at the entrance is filled with the types of crucibles: Copper-self-stirring-collapsible.However, there were not many customers in the store, and the hottest sales season had passed. Angelo swept across the various crucibles piled up in front of the store, and walked along the street without stopping.

A group of little wizards gathered in front of the window of the Quidditch boutique store, pointing to the newly released Nimbus 2000 in the window, making noises, or envious, or eager to pull their parents' clothes and want to buy them.Angelo squeezed from the crowd to the window, and the price tag in the glass window detailed the speed, performance, and spell resistance of this broomstick—very tempting data, and the price was jaw-dropping.

"If Hogwarts didn't allow first-year students to bring broomsticks to school, my dad would definitely buy them for me." The arrogant and gorgeous aria floated into Angelo's ears arrogantly.Angelo looked out from the crowd with his neck up. The thin back of the platinum-haired boy suddenly entered his sight.

It's the Malfoy boy!He saw two tall silhouettes behind the boy, and the pair of Crabbe and Goyle followed him like a shadow.

Angelo wanted to squeeze out from the crowd, but at this time the platinum-haired boy and his two followers had already used the portkey and disappeared into the streets of Diagon Alley.

He missed the opportunity to get close to each other again!Angelo tapped his head angrily.

Frustrated, Angelo pushed through the rest of the crowd, and walked into Madam Malkin's gown store not far away, and took away the school uniforms that had been made.Madam Malkin had been encouraging him to buy one of the latest robes, which was very beautiful, but unfortunately he had seen it on Malfoy just now.If he entered Slytherin, the same clothes might cause the other party's disgust, and he did not allow any mistakes in the plan to approach the other party.

After leaving the robe shop, Angelo completed a few missing textbooks at Lihen Bookstore according to the list on the book list.The male clerk who packed the textbooks for him found that he had been staring at the latest bestsellers on the bookshelves in the store, so he enthusiastically sold them to him.

"This is the hottest book we sell here. As long as you buy any five books in this series, you can get Lockhart's autographed photo." The wizard pointed to a row of eye-catching hardcover books on the bookshelf. The curly-haired blond man blinks forget-me-not blue eyes on the cover of each book, showing a charming smile with eight bright teeth.

Angelo sighed. He really doesn't care about things like signed photos...

"If I buy a set of eight, can you give me two autographed photos?" A young witch asked excitedly as soon as she heard that she could send photos.While she was talking to the clerk, Angelo walked out of the bookstore with her textbooks in hand.

"Narcissus root powder, white fresh, bezoar..." After checking the list and selling the missing potion ingredients, Angelo stopped when he passed by a shop called Magical Zoo. He suddenly remembered that it is possible to go to Hogwarts. With one pet.

This pet store is in a poor environment, every inch of the smelly little space is being used.Different kinds of animals were kept in cages and made various noises, and even a nest of black mice was placed on the counter.An ugly ginger cat was crouching outside the counter cage and staring at the litter of mice.Its face seemed to have rushed headlong into the wall at some point, with a strange squashed look.

"Be careful, it has a very bad temper!"

Angelo felt that the cat was particularly pleasing, and when he was about to touch the thick and fluffy fur of the ugly cat, the witch in the shop hurriedly reminded him.Angelo withdrew his fingers, and the ugly ginger cat bared its teeth and let out a strange cry from its stomach.

"What kind of pet do you want, child?" The witch carried the cat off the counter and drove it away. The ugly cat got under the cabinet and disappeared in a flash.

Angelo walked around the pet shop hesitantly, but didn't answer immediately.He hasn't figured out what kind of pet he wants to keep.

A striking purple toad in the store was eating dead blowflies. Angelo didn't like creatures with pimples all over his body. His eyes quickly moved away from the toad and landed on the densely packed cages on the wall.Various types of owls and tropical birds are also out of his consideration. These messengers make him feel like keeping pets.

"A cat with a nicer temper." Angelo saw the ugly cat again after walking around the shop. It was rubbing the short fur of a black cat intimately, whistling with joy from its throat. Voice.

"How about this one?" The witch followed the gaze of the blond boy and pointed to the black cat. The black cat's beautiful emerald green pupils turned to the boy when the witch spoke.

Angelo fell in love with it almost at first sight. The black cat stretched lazily and got up from the floor, ignoring the intimate harassment of the ugly ginger cat next to it.

"Does it have a name?" The blond boy bent down and stretched out his finger. The black cat stepped forward and touched his finger with the tip of its wet nose, and licked it a few times.

"Sike, it's called Sike." The witch said with a smile, "It's an adult Bombay cat."

"I'll think of a good name for it." The boy was speechless, he thought this beautiful black cat would have a more suitable name.

"7 Galleons and 5 Sickles, it belongs to you." The witch said with a smile, and the boy said that he wanted to buy it.The black cat meowed twice when he heard his name.One thing the witch didn't say was that the cat only responded to the word Sickle.This is what Angelo realized later...