[HP] Night Haze

"Hey, those two redheads, watch your sticks!"

"Where are you hitting, black hair! He's your teammate!"

"Direction! Look closely, you almost hit Angelo!"

"I really want to drive him out!" Gryffindor Captain Wood summoned his players to land from the sky above the Quidditch training ground to the ground.Professor Lockhart's gesticulating noise had already made him bear it no longer.

"Let me go talk to him, Wood." Angelo said apologetically. Today is the first weekend of Hogwarts, and the captain of the Lion Academy is talking to the new reserve players who applied to join the Quidditch team. Running-in practice with veteran players.

Angelo understood that the purpose of Baron Lockhart coming to the training ground early in the morning was entirely for him. Whenever a team member came into contact with him and made a seemingly dangerous move, the blond man would yell loudly regardless of his image. .

"Can you sit quietly in the auditorium, Dad? You make me very nervous, and I can't perform normally at all." Angelo pulled Baron Lockhart aside and said in a low voice.When addressing each other, they both looked around carefully, avoiding everyone.

"These savage Gryffindors simply regard Quidditch as a form of violence. Angelo, my dear baby, I now regret letting you join this team." Baron Lockhart watched their After training, he raised his forehead in grief, "And they only give you a place for reserve players!" This is what annoyed him the most.

"The main players are all evolved from the reserves, Dad. This is the practice of Gryffindor. I will play on behalf of Gryffindor in the future!" Angelo persuaded calmly.Unfortunately this year, the old Gryffindor players have filled up the places, and no one intends to quit.So if you want to become the main force, you can only wait for someone to graduate next year and leave this school.

"Come on, how did Harry Potter become a Seeker?" Baron Lockhart scoffed at Angelo's statement, and he glanced disdainfully in the direction of the blue-eyed boy. The savior was with a group of older people The team members stood together and discussed something.

"Harry is different from us. He was personally selected by Professor McGonagall last year. His Quidditch talent is unmatched." Angelo said, his father's tone made him immediately vigilant, "You won't Don't bother him again, Dad? You said you'd make it up to him."

"I promised to compensate him for the last misunderstanding, so can't I complain for other reasons?" Baron Lockhart cast a resentful glance at his son, pretending to be sad, "You compare with your friends My own father is even better, Angelo!"

"Dad..." Angelo's mouth twitched in response to Baron Lockhart's accusation.Frankly speaking, the time that this unscrupulous dad spent with him, combined together, didn't seem to be as long as the time he spent with these friends.However, friends and relatives cannot be compared together.

"Your training is over, Angelo?" Baron Lockhart, who was still in grief a moment ago, covered his mouth and yawned lazily. On the rare weekend, he didn't take a beauty sleep in bed but was exposed to the scorching sun. , It's too much for him to look down on his delicate skin.

"Maybe I can sit in the auditorium with you." Angelo showed two shallow dimples to Baron Lockhart after asking the captain.Formal training is about to begin. Of course, as a reserve player, he cannot participate.

"No, it's better to go back to the office and reply to my admirers after watching them train." Baron Lockhart waved his hand and refused.Now that his son didn't have to fly in the air with a bunch of savage players, he didn't need to be here, he had no interest in Gryffindor training.

"Are you leaving, Dad?" Angelo heaved a sigh of relief at Baron Lockhart's intention to leave.He is willing to stay with his father for a long time, but not now.

"Yes," Baron Lockhart said with a hint of slyness hidden in his bright smile that could see through people's hearts. "Before I leave, I want to remind the savior not to forget to go to my office tonight for confinement. There are still a lot of letters from loyal book fans waiting for me to reply. Maybe Harry Potter can help you tonight. I share my worries."

It is definitely not an easy job to hold a pen and write for several hours without stopping.It's a pity that Angelo didn't understand his father's strong desire for revenge.Although the misunderstanding between him and Harry Potter was resolved, but in the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Harry pushed Baron Lockhart with a heavy hand and pointed his wand at him, the charming blond man until now Still in my heart.

Seeing off Baron Lockhart, almost everyone present felt a burst of gratitude, and Captain Wood began to explain to them the extraordinary tactics that he had spent the entire summer vacation thinking of.But it didn't take long for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, who thought they could train with peace of mind, to encounter new troubles.

"This is our training time, we got up early, please go out!" Wood yelled at the tall and strong Slytherin captain, and a group of Slytherins with broomsticks came straight forward in arrogance , ignoring his roar.

"But I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape, Wood. - I, Professor Cy Snape, have given permission for the Slytherins to come to the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seekers." Slytherin Team captain Flint held a note nervously.Read it word by word to all the Gryffindors present.There was no panic in the palm of his hand, so the captain of Gryffindor who occupied the field first weakened his momentum.

"You got a new Seeker? Where is he?"

The Slytherins spread out, revealing the boy who was blocked by six tall players. The platinum boy looked at them proudly with his pale, pointed chin raised slightly.

"Draco!" Angelo and Harry called out at the same time, "Are you Slytherin's new Seeker?"

Angelo felt happy for his friend from the bottom of his heart, but at the same time, in a small corner of his heart, there was a slight sense of loss.

"Congratulations, Draco." Angelo said, this year he was only a reserve player and could not participate in the game, which meant that he could not have a good match with them on the field.

"If you can play, I'd rather you chase me all over the field with a stick, Angelo." The platinum boy said sincerely, he was very well informed and already knew about Gryffindor's personnel arrangements.

Angelo smiled, Draco's words originated from a joke between them a long time ago.

"I'll be on the Quidditch team next year too - I haven't decided which position I'm going to fight for next year," Angelo said at the time.

"As long as I'm not a batter, I don't want to be chased by you." Draco's answer, but what they didn't expect was that this agreement could not be fulfilled this year.

"Look, Mr. Malfoy's generous gift to the Slytherin team." While they were feeling each other, the other six Slytherins raised their arms neatly.The brand-new shiny broomsticks dazzled the eyes of the lion cubs in the sunlight, and the beautiful golden font of "Nimura 2001" reflected the gorgeous light.This type of broom is a new product produced by the Nimbus Racing Company this year. It is more valuable than the Nimbus 2000 that Harry Potter received last year, and its performance is stronger.

For a split second, Gryffindor's proud advantage over the broom... was gone.

The little lions were speechless for a while, and the air was filled with an invisible sense of oppression. Only Captain Slytherin, who had time to attack his opponent, noticed someone from outside the field broke in.

"Why don't you guys play, what happened?" Ron and Hermione hurried into the field when they saw so many people gathered on the field.They saw Draco stop at the same time, with surprise on his face.

"Why is he here?"

"I'm the new Seeker for Slytherin," Draco said.

"Oh, is this broom..."

"Nimbus 2001, from my father." Draco replied calmly.

"What does this mean..." the red-haired boy held his breath, his eyes flickering on the platinum-blonde boy.

"There's more than one eyeing the Slytherin Seeker's position, but I know it will be mine in the end." Master Malfoy's mouth curled up in a confident arc.

"You... that's why you asked your father to send you seven broomsticks!" Ron's corner was pulled from behind by Angelo.

"Ron," Draco said after a pause, raising his eyebrows slightly.His pale eyes wandered around the red-haired boy before lifting his chin. "I'm the best of them all. No one is more suitable for the position of Slytherin Seeker than me, so they chose me. We don't play the game of reserve players. Whoever has the ability will go. What you want, not qualifications."

Angelo felt that these words were a grievance for him, and there was clearly a sense of resentment in Draco's words, and he thought it was not his illusion.

"These brooms are just a congratulatory gift from my father in order to let me make better use of my strengths. As for why I chose Nimbus 2001." The gorgeous aria exudes arrogance, just like his master: "Everyone knows , it's the best broom in the wizarding world right now - Malfoy only uses the best."

"..." Maybe it was Draco's Christian name that allowed Ron to accept the other party's friendship, or maybe it was for other reasons.But Angelo heard something different from the eyes of the platinum boy.

Malfoy only uses the best, and that includes friends, right?Angelo quietly added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

"Oh, I apologize to you,...Draco." Ron swallowed and said, from outsiders, he seemed to be overwhelmed by Master Malfoy's aura, but this is actually related to Ron's fearlessness of power. The personalities don't match, so Angelo has to admire Draco's brilliance.

At the beginning of school, he couldn't figure out why Draco, with his arrogant personality, would first compromise with Ron who was messing around.It all seems so clear now.This platinum-haired boy might have predicted such a day long ago, which made Ron feel a debt to him from the very beginning.

"No Slytherin is easy, Angelo." Viddy's cold snort came from the ring, "Weasley's threats to him in the future can be ignored."

"Aren't you happy to see a good Slytherin, Viddy?" Angelo asked suspiciously.

"There's nothing to be happy about, he's not for my use." The Dark Lord's voice gradually faded until it disappeared, "Angelo, don't forget that diary you promised me..." He left these words behind.

"#￥%...#" You're such a disappointment, Viddy!