[HP] Night Haze

Big drops of rain drenched the Gryffindor lions who were training above the Quidditch field. Since the rainy season began, these Quidditch players hadn't done anything to them.

"Today's training is here." Following Captain Wood's command, the team members landed back to the ground one after another.

"Tomorrow we have our first match against Slytherin. It is undeniable that their brooms are better than ours, but the people on our brooms are better than them, we train harder than them, and we fly in all kinds of weather conditions. Yes." Wood said to his team, squinting at the Slytherin players who were peeping at them through the glass windows of the castle.The Gryffindors responded energetically, striding back to the castle fearlessly against the wind and rain.

"Can I help, Harry?" Harry Potter met Angelo as soon as he entered the castle, and the blond boy's eyes fell on the wooden crate he carried under his arm to hold the Quidditch balls.According to the usual practice, whoever was the last to put the Quidditch ball corresponding to his position back into the box had to clean up the aftermath. Unfortunately, Harry was the last one today because he spent a lot of time catching the Golden Snitch.

"Thank you, Angelo, it would be great if you could help me deliver this to Mrs. Hooch's office." Considering that he was in a mess covered in mud and water, it was not suitable for him to enter the neat and tidy office of the flight teacher, haha Leigh handed over the crate.

After only standing for a while, a puddle of water gathered under his feet, and if Mr. Filch, the administrator, saw it, he would use this as an excuse to punish him.Since Mrs. Norris was petrified, every time he met Filch, the administrator would stare at him with extremely hostile eyes.

"I suggest you go back and take a hot bath, Harry." Angelo took the wooden crate and smiled at Harry Potter.It was no accident that he was there, as the Slytherins had been keeping an eye on the Gryffindor team's training in the castle.

"My dear little Angelo." On the way to Mrs. Hooch's office with a wooden crate, Viddy's good-humored words came from the ring: "It's a good thing you're just a reserve player, otherwise you'd have to fight with me." 'Savior' was soaked like a drenched chicken, so wet and pathetic."

"You sound gloating, Viddy." Angelo sent a thought of contempt.

"I'm congratulating myself, Angelo." Ring quickly responded, "If you get wet, I can't escape, can I?"

"Hi, Angelo, good afternoon!" Angelo heard someone calling him as he passed a group of Slytherins in the corridor.He slowed down and saw the platinum-haired boy stepping out from the group of tall Slytherins.

"Good afternoon, Draco." Angelo changed the box to another hand, and Draco stepped forward to help him hold the box.

"Where are you going, Flight Lesson Office?" Malfoy's gorgeous aria.Angelo thanked him, and the two walked together in the cold corridor.

"Tomorrow will be the game." It was still a gorgeous aria, and the air was filled with the gray and humid atmosphere of the rainy season. From Draco's tone, Angelo could hear excitement and a little anxiety.

"Good luck, Draco." Two shallow dimples appeared on Angelo's cheeks. His two friends will be competing tomorrow but they are in opposing teams. Wishing you victory.However, from the upward curve of Draco's mouth, it could be seen that the platinum-haired boy was very satisfied with his pre-war blessing.Draco lifted his chin, and the tension around him seemed to have eased.

In order to wait for the little lions to return the Quidditch balls for tomorrow's game, Mrs. Hooch's office door was not locked, but Angelo pushed the door lightly and it opened.He put the wooden crate containing the Quidditch balls in its old place, then shook the rain off his hands and chanted a spell to dry the outside of the crate.

"Wait, Angelo."

When Angelo unscrewed the safety of the door and was about to lock it, a message from Vidi came from the ring: "When you were chanting the spell, I felt another wave of magic, which is even stronger now."

Angelo looked around the room, but saw nothing. "Is it Hu Meizi? Do you want to absorb it?" He first thought of the unique pests in the magic world, because of the strange characteristics of magical creatures, there will be some weak fluctuations.

"What do you think of me, insecticide?" Angelo immediately felt his fingers go numb, which was the young devil venting his dissatisfaction.

Compared with other creatures, the tiny and inconspicuous vitality of insects is almost negligible. Absorbing their energy is just a pastime for him to tease the boy when he is bored.Unbeknownst to Angelo, this demon king who was in urgent need of replenishing energy had absorbed the magical power that the surrounding young wizards had dispersed all over his body countless times, and Harry Potter was his focus.

"What's the matter, Angelo?" The blond boy's slowness made Master Malfoy stop.Angelo's hand that was going to close the oak door reduced his strength, and the door was not shut dead.

"Thank you for helping me, Draco." Angelo stood at the door of the office and responded to the platinum boy with a smile. The male voice in the ring was instigating him to go back into the room to see what the fluctuation was.

"Maybe some other magical creature higher than Hu Meizi temporarily settled inside, and it's raining heavily outside, you know, Vidi." Angelo felt his fingers numb again.Angrily, he pressed his face against the stone wall next to the oak door, exerting force secretly.

"Angelo, don't challenge my majesty." The muffled male voice in the ring passed into Angelo's mind, "Oh, I can feel it. It's a curse wave, and it's about to form."

Although we talked so much with Vidi, the transmission of thoughts was only a short moment.

"You're welcome, Angelo. In fact, after staying with you for a while, I feel a lot more relaxed." The platinum-haired boy was still responding to Angelo's thank you just now.Under his surprised gaze, Angelo suddenly pushed open the office door vigorously and rushed in.

"What are you doing!" Angelo yelled at an extra house elf in the room wrapped in an old pillowcase, and the elf was holding a Bludger and screamed and disappeared into the air. .

"What's going on!" Draco then stepped in, just in time to catch the Bludger losing its support in mid-air and falling to the ground.The crate they had just moved into was now open.

"House-elf?" The platinum boy frowned. The loud noise he heard before entering the door was the unique sound of air crackling when elves were invisible.

"Viddy, I apologize to you." Angelo touched the ring on his middle finger, "It disappeared, can you sense his magic wave?"

"Ten o'clock direction." Vidy spat out a few words.Angelo smiled, and then touched a mass of objects in the air correctly.

"Who sent you here!" Angelo asked, grabbing the elf tightly. The elf screamed and struggled, and finally showed its original shape.

This elf does not have the mark of the How family, but it is not a member of Hogwarts Castle who has quietly contributed labor for thousands of years.

"No one sent Dobby. Dobby came by himself. Dobby knows you. You are Harry Potter's friend. Dobby wants to protect Harry Potter!" the elf screamed.

"To protect Harry, you want to cast a spell on the Bludger! Who do you want to hurt with the Bludger!" Angelo was blown away. He heard Harry mention this elf, and he was detained for no reason during the summer vacation. Leigh's letter made them break their appointment and Draco waited in the bar.Also said that someone is planning a conspiracy related to Hogwarts to prevent Harry from coming to school.As a friend, Draco knew about this matter afterwards.

"The walls of Station Nine and Three Quarters are not your fault, are they!" Angelo naturally thought of the commotion at the beginning of the school year.

"Dobby... Dobby was there to protect Harry Potter! Harry Potter shouldn't be at school, and if Harry Potter gets hurt and sent home he'll be safe! Dobby can't let Harry Potter Stay here!"

"Dobby! How dare you..." Draco interjected.With a blue face, he clenched his fists and trembled with anger, "I gave you a chance last time, you should have raised horses in the pasture instead of appearing here!"

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!" screamed the elf, breaking away from Angelo's arm, and slammed into a stone wall in the office. "Dobby is a bad elf! Dobby is a bad elf..."

Angelo didn't hold the self-torturing elf for a moment, and let it hit the stone wall with its big head, spinning around with stars in its eyes.

The elf looked pitiful and hateful at this time, Draco looked at Dobby coldly with light gray eyes and called out: "Doki!" Another elf figure immediately emerged from the air.

Angelo had heard Draco mention this house elf who served him personally, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.Hogwarts does not allow students to bring house elves to the school, but the Malfoy family, as one of the twelve shareholders of Hogwarts, invests a lot of money every year.As long as they don't blatantly violate school rules, some small convenience schools will still turn a blind eye.

"Take him back, give it to Bibo, and tell him that the Malfoy family doesn't need disobedient elves."

Bibo is the deputy head of the elves in the Malfoy family. The ancient Black family has the custom of beheading elves who are too old to hold a plate. Beebo was the one his mother had brought into Malfoy Manor when she married from the Black family, and knew that.

Angelo didn't know what would happen to the elf if he gave Bibo, so he didn't prevent the bad luck that Dobby was about to face.

The elf's so-called conspiracy against Hogwarts is just that Mr. Malfoy often talks with several other acquainted school managers about how Dumbledore manages the school.Once, when he was talking to Mr. Parkinson about the glory of the Dark Lord's era, and by the way cursing Dumbledore for being harsh on them, Dobby once broke the teapot, which shamed Malfoy.

But all this changed when Mr. Malfoy lost the Devil's Diary that was originally planned to be placed in the Gringotts vault during the fight.After making multiple analyzes of possible scenarios, Draco felt that Dobby's warning to Harry had the potential to put their family in danger.

That's why Draco turned pale when he saw the writing on the Halloween wall.He didn't think the Dark Lord's diary was the culprit of the petrochemical accident, but he still felt uneasy.Dobby's death sentence was pronounced at this time, which gave him a sense of relief from his tensed nerves.

"Obey, my master." Doki, who was wearing a white tea towel embroidered with the family totem, saluted Draco with respect.It didn't look at Dobby like it was looking at the same kind, but it showed obvious embarrassment and disgust.

"Draco?" Angelo called softly, the platinum boy's face was proud but pale.

"I think you can see that too, this crazy house-elf belongs to my family." Draco sighed.

"Tell Harry Potter he can't stay here, no, don't take me away! Please master—" Dobby didn't really feel frightened until Dodge grabbed him and shoved him back.

With the two house-elves gone, the office was quiet again, and only two boys from different houses were left staring at each other.

"Actually, it was also for Harry's sake, but in the wrong way." Angelo said in a daze after a while.

"I made you laugh." There was helplessness hidden behind Master Malfoy's haughty tone. "...Forget about today, Angelo."

Angelo nodded as an answer, he said a few words of encouragement, and did not say goodbye until Draco's eyebrows relaxed.

In a blink of an eye, the next day came.Although it was a cloudy and rainy weather, countless students were attracted to the spectator seats next to the venue because of the Quidditch competition.Slytherin's seven expensive Nimbus 2001 received warm applause as soon as they came out, but the morale of the Gryffindor team was not far behind.Draco appeared on the pitch in a green Quidditch uniform, waving around.Angelo caught Draco's innocent smile with binoculars, and waved the small red flag in his hand at him.

Under the gesture of Mrs. Hooch, the players of the two teams all stepped on the broom. Mrs. Hooch put the silver whistle to her mouth and was about to blow it. Everything seemed so normal.But at this moment, Professor McGonagall rushed into the venue in a hurry and asked for a cancellation.

"what happened?"

"What happened?" The little wizards of Hogwarts returned to the castle in confusion and complaints.

The teachers at Hogwarts shuttled back and forth with serious expressions. It wasn't until an hour or two after the incident that the truth gradually reached the ears of the young wizards.

A Gryffindor freshman was found stiff and petrified in the locker room of the school team. This was another petrification incident after Mrs. Norris, but the difference this time was that the victim was a bitch wizard.The victim Angelo knew—Colin Creevey, admirer who was always pestering Harry for an autographed picture.

It would be safe if Harry Potter was sent home injured!Dobby couldn't let Harry Potter stay here!At this moment, Angelo thought of the words of the house elf again.Maybe the elf wasn't crazy, but really knew something.

Thanks to his unscrupulous father, Angelo can still walk in the castle without restriction and learn first-hand information.Colin was holding the camera when he was petrified. Dumbledore wanted to find clues from the camera, but found that the film and the inside of the camera were all burnt.

"As long as the resurrection potion is prepared, he will be fine. Hai Erbo will not harm the students—even if he is controlled by the so-called heir of Slytherin." Vidi's voice was still pleasant, full of irony towards the "heir".Then Angelo met Draco in the suddenly empty hallway.

"I went to see Professor Snape just now, and he gave me a lot of things to save my life." Draco turned his eyes from the blurred Forbidden Forest to Angelo.

"Be prepared." He picked a few small medicine bottles from his pocket and stuffed them in Angelo's hand.His light gray eyes were bent, but his expression was not good. "Thank you, Draco." Angelo took the bottles and recognized that some of them were potions that had a smell that magical creatures didn't like.

"Why are you here? It's dangerous here, Draco." Angelo was surprised by Draco's boldness.He is safe because of Vidi, so what kind of support does Draco have?

"I'm looking for something." Draco stared at Angelo for a few seconds, then turned his head to the glass window of the castle and said slowly: "I lost something, and now I want to get it back .”

"What, can I help you?" Angelo asked.

"...an old black leather diary that says Tom Riddle." This time Draco spoke calmly, as if talking about the weather.However, Angelo was quite shocked, and it was only thanks to Vidi's constant reminders that he was able to respond calmly.

"Diary?" The doubt in Angelo's tone was just right. God knows that his mind is connected to the ring, and he has already fallen out.

"Yes. I'm not sure if it's in the castle, but if you see it, please let me know." Draco pinched his fingers on the window sill and looked out, never turning his face to Angelo again from the beginning to the end.

"Don't tell Harry about the diary... I don't want a third person to know." Blood came out of his pale cheeks.After analysis, the diary from the time of the Dark Lord probably fell into the hands of someone from the Weasley family.Although he has a few friends in Gryffindor, the territory of the Lion House is still beyond his reach.He made a lot of determination and finally decided to seek help from Angelo after putting his reputation on the line. But when he finally spoke the tip of the iceberg of the truth, he realized that the depression and hesitation he had been feeling all along seemed to have faded away.

"Do you have a sense of loss of being betrayed, Angelo? He is lying to you." Vidi's bewitchment came from the ring.The young devil is in a very unhappy mood now, because the fact that the diary can make such a big noise means that his spiritual intelligence has been reawakened.

"I also have something to hide from Draco, so I can understand him." Angelo clenched his palms behind his back, "But I'm really, a little uncomfortable now..."

Under the ridicule of the young devil, Angelo continued to pass on his thoughts: "Draco trusts me, but I can't prevent the third person from knowing that I am not a person who can keep secrets. Everything is your fault. Viddy."

"Angelo, there are some aspects of you that really make me want to choke your neck..." The laughter in the ring stopped abruptly.

"When I die, I will write in my suicide note that I will be buried deep in the ground with my beloved ring, my dear collaborator." Angelo replied rudely.