[HP] Night Haze

"Are you interested in chatting? Mr. Crown. I've always been curious about what you are." Angelo grabbed the ruby ​​in his pocket and took it out, sitting in the interlayer between the two flames and slowly admiring it.In his hand, he was holding another bottle, which was a bottle of poison...

"What do you think I am, Angelo?" A smiling male voice came from the ruby, arrogant but gentle, "Why do you ask this, don't you think this question is too rude? Angelo, are you The first person I have met in so many years, and you are still so young, so I am willing to forgive you this time and continue to teach you."

"Ordinary gemstones can't withstand high temperatures. What if I throw you into the fire now?" Angelo didn't buy Horcruxes. He licked his lips and looked at the vigorous flames on both sides, sweat dripping down his neck The curves of her neck flowed into the neckline, and the back and front of the clothes were already wet in a large area, clinging to the delicate skin.

"I'm not an ordinary gem, Angelo." The magnetic male voice said calmly, "I'm not afraid of high temperature, but I advise you to get rid of this idea, because magic flame is a dangerous thing, whether it's for people or things, Don't get too close."

"Are you caring about me?" Angelo changed his sitting position and chanted the spell, the temperature in the air dropped rapidly, not as hot as before.

"Under my teaching, your magic has improved a lot, Angelo." A gratifying compliment came from Ruby.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Mr. Crown." The coldness in Angelo's eyes did not dissipate.

"Don't make trouble, Angelo. Let me think about it, maybe we can break through this wall of fire and go in to save your friend." The male voice whispered dotingly, gentle and tolerant, like a lover's whisper.

"You have a way to get in?"

"Of course, don't forget that I am the crown of wisdom."

"Mr. Crown helped me so because he wanted to see what the Sorcerer's Stone looks like?" Angelo didn't get up, and was still sitting on the ground. "Remember when I asked you that question before? You changed the subject."

"Angelo, I'm not interested in the Sorcerer's Stone!" The male voice in the gem could sense the boy's thoughts and scolded, "...What's wrong with you? Is there some misunderstanding between us that made you even risk your own friend's safety? Forget it, it's not like you, Angelo."

"Harry is preventing others from taking the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm helping him in my own way." Angelo held up the ruby, the bright red color glowing brilliantly in the firelight.

"I'm not a poor boy who has never seen a ruby, Mister Coronet.—My father, Lord Lockhart, sends me the spoils of his adventures every year, diamonds, pearls, emeralds. Although we don't see each other every year, But he taught me how to recognize them long ago."

"Just because of this?" The male voice in the ruby ​​suddenly laughed easily, "Angelo, I think you really misunderstood. This magic gem is an unnatural product of alchemy, I just call it a ruby , but it is not a real gem. I didn’t explain it clearly before, because I was afraid that it would be too complicated for you to understand.”

"I gave you a chance, Mr. Crown, but it's a pity that you still haven't told the truth." Angelo shook the small bottle of poison in his hand, and even his voice became cold. He looked at the flames on the way when he came, as if the flames could no longer block his view.

"Hagrid said that the professors in the school have contributed to the mechanism in this restricted area, and he is right." Angelo looked at the road blocked by the flames, "The devil's net is Professor Sprout of Herbology The key to flying is Professor Flitwick of Charms, Magic Chess-Professor McGonagall of Transfiguration, the troll from the last level-Quirrell, and the last level is Professor Snape of Potions."

He removed the cork with his fingernails, and pointed the mouth of the poison bottle at the ruby.

"I have said so much to tell you that I just saw samples of these bottles of poison in Professor Snape's office, and the bottle in my hand is the most poisonous, it is said that even dragon scales can be corroded. "Angelo turned the bottle sideways, and the poison in the bottle was rippling in the middle of the bottle.

"Mr. Crown, now you can tell the truth. This is your last chance."

*****

"What is he doing?" On the other side of the Hogwarts castle, beside a large mirror in Dumbledore's headmaster's room, a group of professors were surrounded.They are all trustworthy members of the Order of the Phoenix. When Professor McGonagall tightly squeezed his handkerchief and watched Harry Potter and Quirrell face each other nervously, Snape, who had a gloomy face, was paying attention to the other in the mirror. Press to the image from the small viewing angle on the far side.

The blond boy in the picture is standing between two flames, facing seven bottles.

"Obviously, he picked out two of your bottles and drank them." Dumbledore glanced at the small image, then returned his attention to Harry's image.

"If his brain hasn't been kicked by a troll, he should know that he is not yet an adult!" The Potions Professor sprayed poison into the mirror.

"Now is not the time to pay attention to this, Severus, Harry is in danger!" Professor McGonagall tore his handkerchief, and Quirrell untied the scarf on his head in the mirror, revealing another face. "That person is actually parasitic in the back of Quirrell's head. I always thought he was controlling Quirrell in other ways!"

"I have to go quickly." Dumbledore put down the candy in his hand, and took the Elder Wand away with a solemn expression.

"Damn it, that bottle is poison. I clearly wrote on the parchment puzzle that there are only two bottles of wine!" After the other professors saw Dumbledore, Hermione, and Ron from another small screen, When the two lion cubs met in the corridor of the restricted area on the fourth floor, Snape's eyes were still fixed on the blond boy in the small image.

"Harry! Merlin bless Harry!" Professor McGonagall's prayer drew Snape's attention back. He clenched his fist tightly and turned his gaze back to the large mirror and Harry's green eyes.

*****

"What makes you think I'm lying?" The male voice from the ruby ​​didn't have the tolerant attitude at the beginning. The reason why it was still gentle was just to hear how the boy saw through him.

"There are no gemstones on the crown of wisdom, Mr. Crown." The corner of the boy's mouth sneered, "One day after I changed into my pajamas, I left your school uniform in the bathroom. Coincidentally, out of curiosity, I sneered I flipped through a copy of "A Piece of Hogwarts History" that Hermione lent Harry, and he put it on his bedside table."

"That school history is a publication that was only fabricated in the last century, Angelo. No one has really seen what the Ravenclaw diadem looked like thousands of years ago."

"Yes, maybe they haven't seen it, but they just restored the picture based on the information. I thought so too at that time." Angelo said, "I really started to doubt you because I asked you if you want to see what the Philosopher's Stone looks like." That day."

He held the poison bottle steadily with his fingers, and with a slight shake, the poison would flow out and drip on the gemstone. "You said that Dumbledore is an old fox. Magic objects that have existed for thousands of years will not use 'old' to describe people who are so many centuries younger than yourself."

"That's just an adjective, maybe it's a bit of a misnomer." If there was a substance, the male voice in the ruby ​​would hold his chin, and use the remaining hand to beat the rhythm on the table with great interest.

The Dark Lord was not afraid of this bottle of poison as the boy imagined, and their game was just the beginning, and did not go to the end as the boy expected.

"After I had doubts about you, I began to read alchemy materials purposefully during this time." Angelo sighed, almost all his free time was spent on it, and he rarely even reviewed it, " Through reading, I found that many red magic stones similar to this one are made of magic wizard blood. This material will turn dark brown over time. But yours is still bright red. So I suspect you used the blood I was wounded that day, it's not a Ravenclaw power, it's more like black magic."

"Sounds like that, Angelo," the male voice did not become angry after being exposed, although the boy's words had hit everything. "Alchemy is profound and profound. You are only exposed to a little bit of alchemy, and you use this superficiality to judge things. In my opinion, Angelo, you are really too young."

"There are so many coincidences that I have to doubt you." Angelo bit his lips, "Mr. Crown, maybe you are really innocent, but for my safety, even if you don't admit it, I have made up my mind kill you."

"Get rid of me?" The laughter seemed to make the gemstone tremble, "This really doesn't seem like something a Gryffindor should do. Angelo, you have a Slytherin side, even though you are in Gryffindor Fendo, you talked to me so much just for reassurance. In fact, from the moment you saw the poison, you had already made up your mind to 'kill' me, right?"

"I'm sorry, if you are really the crown of wisdom, I will communicate with your body again when I return to the dormitory, and find a way to repair you." The poison in the bottle tilted to the mouth of the bottle, and the boy actually concealed a message to the Horcrux. Doubt, but now is not the time to say.

"If you take this drop of poison now, believe it or not, you will be the one who dies." The male voice in the ruby ​​finally revealed his true nature. Wisdom is just a coat wrapped around the body by a powerful force to decorate the facade, "lost I can go back to Ravenclaw's diadem without this magic stone, but what you want to destroy is the gem formed with your own blood as the medium, so you will die."

"You are scaring me. There is no such record in alchemy." Angelo lost the ruby ​​and stopped communicating with him. If the blood taken away could control life and death, then Dumbledore would not fight Voldemort anymore. For many years, but there is nothing to do with the other party.If his life was threatened, it was only because he was too close to a black magic object.

Ruby rolled a few times on the ground and landed a step away from Angelo.Angelo stretched out the mouth of the bottle, and the venom swirled in the bottle.

He didn't believe that this dangerous thinking could return to the crown. After searching for a period of time, he had already figured out the formation of this thinking. Maybe it was just a collection of evil spirits leaked from many black magic objects in the Room of Requirement.

The fact that the boy is still dealing with a shattered wisp of the Demon Lord's soul the same way he would deal with a self-aware black magic object is dooming him.

Woo... The sudden pain in his hand made Angelo let go of the bottle, and the poison in the bottle dripped onto the space between him and the ruby, corroding an unpleasant shallow pit.

"How could this be?" The boy withdrew his arm in a daze. There was a faint mark on the palm, but it felt as hot as the red iron that had just been branded on the skin.

However, this was just the beginning. After a pause, the pain struck again from the palm of the hand, extending to the heart in an instant.Angelo's sweat-soaked clothes became even more wet, and he curled up in pain, whimpering.

Just as Angelo gritted his teeth and waited for more pain to hit, it receded like a tide, coming and going quickly.Even the group of professors in Dumbledore's office who were paying attention to the restricted area didn't notice that their attention was all drawn to the battle between the boy named Harry Potter and Voldemort.

A bright red light flashed across the ruby ​​one step away from Angelo. The boy spread out his palms. On the white palms, there were only traces of his own nails.

"What the hell are you?" The boy grabbed the ruby ​​on the ground, already aware that it was not a simple, self-aware object of dark magic.

"You will know later," the male voice in the ruby ​​is full of magnetism, proud but not ostentatious, "Now you just need to know that I am the one who can decide your life and death, and also the one who is willing to impart knowledge to you, that's enough."

"Human?" A faint ironic smile swayed on the boy's face.He put the ruby ​​into his pocket, rubbed his numb legs and stood up again.

"You just said that there is a way to break through this wall of fire?" Angelo looked at the black flames blocking his way ahead.

"Aren't you afraid that I want the Philosopher's Stone, my little Angelo?" The male voice in the ruby ​​teased frivolously.

"It's been so long," the boy's eyebrows were stained with worry, "Compared with the Philosopher's Stone, Harry's life is more important."

"I really want to help you, Angelo, but I don't think you need my help." The male voice passed the message to the surprised boy, "...because Dumbledore is here."

There was a slight pain in Angelo's palm, which was a warning from Ruby.When he turned around, an old wizard in a star suit walked out of the purple flames blocking the way - Dumbledore had arrived.