[HP] Night Haze

During the first Potions class at Hogwarts, an unpleasant pungent smell was coming out of a lion house girl's cauldron, sweeping across the classroom, and the little wizards covered their noses in unison to disperse the pollution around them. No matter the little lions or the little snakes, there is only one thought at this moment—help!

"Clean it up!" The Potions Master emptied the girl's cauldron, looking more gloomy than ever. "The undiluted babo tuber pus you poured just now didn't burn the cauldron. Miss Brown! It's a miracle that you're still standing here unharmed."

"I'm sorry, Professor!" The little witch's blushing cheeks turned pale under the powerful pressure of the potion master, her loving eyes reluctantly moved away from the blond man walking around in the classroom, and lowered her head back to herself. on the operating table.

The magic pressure of the Potions Professor eased, but then, another little witch's cauldron had a problem.This is actually a nervous overreaction that cannot bear the strong magic pressure.But Professor Snape, who didn't know the inside story, pointed the clue at the blond man exuding strong hormones all over his body.

"Professor Lockhart! If you do something that has nothing to do with listening to the class, and if you can't control the irregular cramps in your facial muscles, I will regretfully ask you to leave the classroom." After dealing with the new round of After the confusion, Snape's sharp words pointed at the perpetrators who caused this series of accidents to happen one after another.Dumbledore's old bee, who had been soaking in the sugar bowl all day, didn't know that the tendon was wrong.He actually approved Lockhart's application for auditing on the grounds of learning from teaching experience.

"When we were still studying in Slytherin, who would have thought that one day we would be able to return to this castle to impart knowledge to the younger generation, Junior Snape?" Before the class started, the blond man with an embarrassing smile surrounded him. He sighed, making the Potions Master feel uncomfortable.

"Life is always full of surprises, Junior Snape, no, now I have to be called Professor Snape. I can't imagine that the popular people around the Dark Lord and me who failed the second test will have the opportunity to meet again."

If it was even possible, he wouldn't even want to see him again!After reminiscing, the Potions Professor had a trace of shame and anger in his empty eyes.For the past few days, he has been wary of the blond man mentioning the ridiculous relationship they had back then, but fortunately, such worries did not happen.Baron Lockhart's eyes were alluring, but there was no ambiguity mixed in when he looked at him.The past of that night did not seem to have left traces in the rich life experience of the blond man. Perhaps the only person who really cares about that night now is him.

"Human beings' pursuit of beautiful things is innocent, Snape. Don't blame these lovely girls because of me." The slender golden eyelashes swayed a seductive arc with the blinking movements, Baron Lockhart He threw a bright smile at the potion master, with inexplicable hostility in his tone.

"I heard that you are good at teaching, so I specifically asked Principal Dumbledore to let me come and observe the study. But...hehe." After looking around the classroom, he shook his head, turned and walked to the last row of the classroom to sit down.

When passing by Angelo, Baron Lockhart glanced seemingly unintentionally. The blond boy was using a cutter to break up the ginger root to be used in class into perfect equal pieces.His proficiency made Lockhart feel resentful.

It was said that his precious son was locked up by this paralyzed man for a whole year, and he was abused to handle disgusting materials every day, just because he brought a broomstick to school.He finally figured out the bad breath, and the process was surprisingly easy.

That's right, he - Gilderoy Lockhart was here today to find fault.However, Snape's aura was not as terrifying as rumored. When facing him, Baron Lockhart even felt strangely that he was slightly superior.

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"So it's because of me that you bothered Professor Snape?" In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office that night, Angelo buried himself in a pile of homework, earnestly grading them, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face. "Actually, when I was in confinement, I didn't deal with potion materials every day. Who did you hear that from, Professor Lockhart?"

"There are no outsiders now, you can call me daddy, my dear Angelo." The gorgeous peacock quill signed a beautiful cursive on the photo, and Baron Lockhart made another copy and planned to send it to his admirers signature. "It doesn't matter who said it, anyway, the rumors are really unbelievable, just like the scary Professor Snape that you kids say." Lockhart picked up a mirror to straighten his hair, and shook his head pretentiously.

"In my opinion, he is still the same as before, autistic and stubborn, oh! Now there is an additional abstinence." He giggled a few times, but found that his son did not appreciate his cold joke, so he felt that it was meaningless Shut up.

"You don't look very happy, Angelo." Baron Lockhart keenly sensed that the boy was in a bad mood.

"I thought you showed up in Professor Snape's class because you wanted to test whether he was my father." Angelo put down the quill, moved his shoulders, and raised his mouth.

"Trying Snape? Haha!" Baron Lockhart thought it was a big joke, "Forget about such a person, Angelo. Only he and Merlin know who your father is, anyway, I'm drunk Yeah, I don't remember any of it."

Speaking of the bastard who ate up everything and left him in the room and walked away, Baron Lockhart didn't have much reaction. What he feared most was that one day, there would be a former death eater whose appearance didn't fit his aesthetics. The gangster suddenly appeared in front of him and confessed to his relatives, forcing him to kill people to silence his mouth and destroy his body and traces.

Angelo pursed his lips and buried himself in a pile of homework waiting for correction.If his unscrupulous father could remember even a little clue, he wouldn't have worked so hard to run into walls last semester.

"What was Professor Snape like when he was a student, Dad?" Angelo was full of curiosity about the past of the Potions Professor.

"He has always looked like this." Baron Lockhart tapped his fingertips on the table a few times, and then laughed, "I describe him as a rotten apple."

"Broken apple?" Angelo was full of doubts, what kind of description is this.

"It looks good, but I can't finish it." Baron Lockhart nodded affirmatively, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.Usually such apples exuded a more intense and rotten aroma than ordinary apples—that was what he smelled, and it belonged to Snape.

"Harry Potter's speed confinement will come down in two days. I asked Professor McGonagall to ask him to come to me for confinement. It will be this Sunday, Angelo."

"Don't you already know it was a misunderstanding, Dad, why are you targeting him?" Lockhart's words made the boy nervous.

"Just asking him to help me answer the fan letters. It's better than giving Filch the coolie like that Weasley kid. That's a little compensation for him, Angelo."

"Thank you, Dad." The blond boy responded with a genuine smile.