[HP] Night Haze

Colin's petrification made Hogwarts panic for a while. Fortunately, everyone knows that as long as the mandrake matures, a resurrection potion can be prepared to restore him to his original state. Apart from lying stiff all over It is not life-threatening beyond a period of time in a hospital bed.

The commotion subsided quickly, but the Slytherins would involuntarily lift their jaws every time they passed the stone wall that had been graffitied on Halloween.During the second week of December, Angelo put her name on the detention list for the Christmas break.He heard that Draco was planning to stay too, and Viddy urged him to find the diary before Malfoy.

Early Monday morning, Angelo saw a message on the school bulletin board that the school would hold the first meeting of the Dueling Club tonight, which made the little wizards who had been silent for a while find a new topic.

"Compared to the dueling club, I hope that the Quidditch game can resume sooner." Harry said, although the weekly training is still going on, but the school has not announced when the Quidditch game will resume.

"It will always recover." Angelo comforted, although he could not participate in the official competition, he could still feel the urgency between the two friends, Harry and Draco.

Angelo and his friends came to the school auditorium before eight o'clock in the evening, and it was much more empty than it was during dinner.The dining tables of the four colleges were piled up in a corner, and a large golden stage appeared in the middle of the auditorium. The little wizards who came to join in the fun gathered around the rectangular stage in twos and threes, buzzing and guessing which professor would teach them. dueling skills.

The answer was soon revealed. At eight o'clock, Baron Lockhart walked out of the arch next to the auditorium with a bright smile. He was wearing a purple-red cloak today, and his handsome face was floating on the ceiling in hundreds of eyes. The radiance of candles shining brightly attracted countless little witches to scream in admiration.

"Come around, all around, can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? That's great!" He looked at the little wizards gathered on both sides of the dueling ring and showed a bright smile with eight teeth.

"As a result of what happened a few weeks ago, Dumbledore allowed me to start this little dueling club and train you all well in case you ever need to defend yourself, in the same way I have used countless times— For details on this, please see my published works." He still did not forget to advertise his book in his opening remarks.

"Next, let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape." Following Baron Lockhart's pointing, everyone turned their attention to the arch. Snape was still wearing a black robe, and he walked slowly. After leaving the dueling platform, the Slytherins applauded enthusiastically for their dean below, attracting attention.

Baron Lockhart clapped his hands twice in a row to bring everyone's attention back to him. He took off the purple-red cloak he was wearing outside and shook it towards both sides of the stage, then rolled into a ball and threw it towards the place where the witches gathered. It attracted the screams and looting of countless witches.

In the end, a witch with long black curly hair got his cloak and embraced him happily. Baron Lockhart blinked his eyes in that direction, causing the witches to coquettishly.Angelo noticed that Snape's upper lip curled up in a half-smile of sarcasm.He covered his face and heard Hermione's admiration for the blond man's appearance, and Ron gave a disdainful "cut".

"Professor Snape told me that he himself knows a thing or two about duels. He also generously agreed to help me with a small demonstration." On the dueling stage, Lockhart's gorgeous silver-gray duel suit was impressive. It was a bright sight, without the obstruction of the cloak, the slender and well-proportioned figure of the blond man was trimmed by the close-fitting fabric, which made the little witches even more fascinated.

Lockhart made a gesture to calm everyone down, and the audience immediately stopped being noisy.He kept a perfect smile, nodded in satisfaction, and walked ten feet away from Snape in the diametrically opposite direction, then turned to face each other and bowed.

During this process, he flipped his hands in many tricks, and Snape shook his head impatiently.Angelo was surprised to find that his father's skin, which was as thick as a Hungarian tree front dragon, had an unnatural blush on his face at this moment.He raised his wand in front of his chest as quickly as an arrow, with a standard and beautiful posture.

The contempt that had always been on Snape's face disappeared, and his expression became serious, re-examining the other party, as if analyzing the potion composition of a pot of boiling potion.

Lord Lockhart's wand trembled imperceptibly under his gaze.

"one two Three--"

Both professors jerked their wands over their shoulders simultaneously.As Snape yelled: "Disarm you!" A red light flashed at a speed that could not cover the ears of thunder.Baron Lockhart suddenly flew backwards from the stage, hit the wall heavily, and then slowly slid down.

"Angelo?" Amidst the Slytherin's applause and sporadic applause, Angelo pushed past the crowd and rushed over.The red-haired boy who was pushed away first applauded and turned to look at him suspiciously.

The appearance of Lockhart curled up on the floor made the witches yell loudly. Snape frowned slightly, stretched out his arms hesitantly, and took a step in the direction where Lockhart curled up.But before he took the second step, the blond man jumped up quickly, and said to everyone with a high air: "Okay, everyone has seen it! This is a disarming spell—as you can see, I've lost my wand." Lord Lockhart's hat fell off, and a few strands of his wavy curls caught his eyelashes.He shook his head with a bright smile, and then staggered back onto the stage.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Burns." He took the wand that Angelo picked up from the ground and smiled back. Angelo said with a tense face: You are welcome, and returned the people composed of little wizards nautical mile.

"The past few months have made me almost forget that you are an admirer of Lockhart, Angelo." Harry whispered to Angelo, who had returned to their group, and Ron glanced at The glamorous blond man on the eyelid, Jiongjiong shrugged his shoulders energetically.

"Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them this trick. But you don't mind if I say that, your move was obvious just now, if I want to stop you, you don't have to do anything, uh... that's the end of the demonstration It's over." Perhaps noticing Snape's gloomy face, Baron Lockhart stopped talking about what he wanted to say.

The rest of the time belonged to the little wizards, and Professor Lockhart wanted to divide them into teams of two for practice dueling.But before that, he had to ask two students to come up to the stage to do the disarming magic they just did.

"It mustn't be me." Harry shrank away from the inconspicuous place as the blond man looked around.But just like Baron Lockhart has made Harry play the monsters he met on various travels countless times in class.Lockhart called the name "Harry Potter" even though he wasn't in sight at first glance.

In the eyes of the blond man, the Savior is like a shining big signboard of the event, which can quickly gather popularity no matter where he goes.Now another person has to be chosen. When Lockhart was looking for a duel partner to match Harry, he deliberately ignored Angelo's raised arm and looked at Ron and him who wrapped many circles with tape but Wand still malfunctioning.The broken wand had led to a lot of fun over the past few months, but Lockhart had repressed the tantalizing idea of ​​inviting the red-haired kid because of the responsibility of hosting the Dueling Club and the safety of the students.

"Miss Granger, can you?" He finally chose the girl standing next to Angelo who raised her hands higher than the blond boy.With her consistent excellent performance, he believed that she would be able to complete the disarming spell perfectly.

Harry, who was already standing on the dueling platform, showed a relieved smile, this arrangement is not bad, but at this moment Professor Snape said to Lockhart: "This idea is not good!" Harry's smile quickly collapsed down.

"If I remember correctly, this is a dueling club rather than a class for practicing spells with each other, Professor Lockhart." Snape said so, the tight lines of his lips glowing softly under the candlelight, revealing Strangely bewildering, "What we want them to experience is the correct mentality when dealing with danger—it shouldn't be... so leisurely."

"You're so right, Professor Snape." Lockhart's perfect smile revealed a foolishness that Angelo had never seen before, making this smile no longer perfect.Angelo felt that his father's behavior today was too abnormal.

Could it be because of the rotten aroma of Snape's bad apple?Angelo glanced at the potions professor's gloomy face, and suddenly felt a strong chill in his body, making him shiver.At this time, Professor Snape was picking a strong opponent in the Slytherin that was about to move, and he didn't notice his small movements.

"Malfoy." When he mentioned his godson's name, Snape raised his eyebrows. He didn't intend to choose this child who was too close to the savior, but the silent opening and closing of Draco's lips made him understand The fighting spirit inside.Baron Lockhart did not object, and readily agreed.

"Want to take on you at Quidditch, Harry." Standing face to face with the blue-eyed boy, Draco smiled in his pale eyes. "Today is a good opportunity. Let's compete to see who can get rid of the opponent's wand first."

"I won't let you down, I will do my best, Draco." The blue-eyed boy responded with a smile, pulling out his wand from his pocket.With their backs to each other, they counted their steps silently and walked the distance of ten feet, then turned and raised their wands.

"one two Three--"

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

The red light met in the air, and the two friends from different houses each took a step back, but neither was able to hand over the other's wand.The surprise made Harry and Draco look at each other and laugh.

"Okay, thank you very much, let's practice in groups of two." Baron Lockhart clapped his hands a little embarrassedly and said. "Attention everyone! Just disarm, we don't want accidents."

Harry Potter exhaled and jumped off the dueling ring: "Angelo, can you join me?" He came to his friends and said.In order to practice, the people who had gathered together were scattered in the hall, so that he no longer had to push and push with others.

"Okay." Angelo smiled indifferently and pulled out his wand.

"I think you should choose people from different academies to practice." Draco, who had also left the stage, also walked to them at this time.

"That's a reasonable suggestion, Angelo." Seeing his two friends stop and look at him together, Draco tapped his wand lightly on his palm and said cynically. "The dueling club is held to let us experience the correct attitude to deal with danger. I agree with Professor Snape's point of view-I didn't feel a sense of crisis just now, Harry."

Draco's voice was accompanied by a loud boom.Then came Lockhart's shout: "Stop! Stop! Just disarm! Merlin, stand up Ernie... look out, Miss Fawcett..."

"I take back what I just said, Angelo." The platinum boy looked at the horrific scuffle around him and held his forehead.These are wars between different houses, especially between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Be careful!" The platinum boy who was still sighing in confusion suddenly saw Angelo rushing towards him, the sudden force made him lose his footing, and he and the blond boy who pushed him both fell to the ground and rolled into a ball, a green light Gliding through the arc of their fall, it is obviously not within the scope of disarming magic.

Angelo and Draco escaped the danger by lying on the ground, they were clinging to each other, their hearts beating violently after exercising each other.After a while, Draco's pale complexion blushed red: "Thank you—" he thanked.

"It's good that you're fine." Angelo got up and stroked the wrinkles on his clothes, "It was dangerous just now." He let out a breath, and received a wordless inexplicable displeasure from the ring.

"Too weak, you brat from the Malfoy family." Viddy's message came a few seconds later, making Angelo almost think that the ring was malfunctioning.Before he could stand still, he heard another scream, coming to this Dueling Club party was a big mistake.

"Go away! Go away!" Angelo heard Harry yelling, and Draco, who got up with him, was shocked when he heard Harry's voice.

"De—" Laco?Before Angelo could finish speaking, he heard Vidy stop him. "Shut up! Look at Harry!" shouted the male voice in the ring.

"Ah!" Angelo looked at the blue-eyed boy inexplicably.There was a big snake crawling on the floor in that position at the moment, but the terrified gazes of those around were more focused on the Savior than on the snake.

"Stop the spell!" At some point, Snape stood not far from them. Following his spell, the magical black snake disappeared from its tail to its head in smoke.There was something flickering in the potions professor's black eyes, but Angelo didn't understand.

"Come on, Harry, follow me." The red-haired boy grabbed the dazed savior and walked towards the gate of the auditorium. Hermione hurriedly followed with a strange expression.

Angelo followed under Vidi's urging, but like many little wizards who were close to the periphery and watched them leave strangely, they didn't know anything about what happened.Draco stayed where he was and didn't follow, looking at Harry with a glimmer of fear in his uncertain eyes.

"What happened, Viddy?" Angelo followed the group of Gryffindor friends headed by Ron to the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry Potter has a Parseltongue." Rivetti's voice was serious.

"What, Harry is..." Angelo couldn't believe it, and now he knew why Ron pulled Harry to leave the auditorium.

"Did we guess wrong, Viddy?" Angelo pinched the wood on the armrest. He could understand Parseltongue, but he couldn't describe them. Harry's situation was obviously different from his.

It was night, when the little wizards who were still in shock finally fell asleep, Angelo got up in the dark.He stopped by each roommate's bed for a while, waving his wand to make them sleep more soundly.

"We obviously overlooked one thing before, Angelo." The Horcrux in the ring used "we" instead of "I".But none of them noticed this change, "Since Quirrell disappeared, Harry Potter's scar has never hurt again, do you know what this means?"

Angelo lifted the crimson flannel curtain and stood beside the sleeping Harry's bed, pressing the ring in his hand on Harry's lightning-shaped scar.

"Won't this really hurt Harry?" Angelo asked hesitantly, looking at the face of the green-eyed boy struggling in pain in his sleep.

"Just doing a small inspection, I found something interesting, Angelo." A black air surged from Harry's scar, and was absorbed by the ring without leaving any trace.

"What are you doing!"

"It's a pity that he probably won't be able to speak Parseltongue anymore. I absorbed the soul fragments lurking in his scars—obviously it was left a long time ago."

The dormitory was quiet again, and after making sure that his friend Harry was breathing steadily, the blond boy finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

As the night deepened, the ring in his hand flashed a red light, and the black fog-like icy breath flowed out, forming an increasingly clear human figure in front of the blond boy's bed.

The handsome boy with black hair and red eyes was still in an extremely unstable state. He looked at his sometimes transparent body and let out a smug laugh.Although it was only a very small part of the energy of the soul fragments, it helped him to release from the prison-like narrow space and made a qualitative breakthrough.

After a new understanding of his own state, the handsome young devil turned into a wisp of black mist and floated into the ring of the sleeping boy. In the dark, there was a pair of bright little eyes secretly observing everything and trembling. A gray mouse that belonged to Ron Weasley.