[HP] Night Haze

Angelo didn't want to make a big fuss about the theft of the dormitory, so apart from notifying the administrator to strengthen the supervision of the dormitory, only a few of his roommates knew what he had lost.

Angelo hoped that the news of the theft of the diary would be quickly passed on to Harry and Draco's ears through their relationship, so he didn't stop the blue-eyed boy from sometimes talking about him.

In front of his friends, Angelo felt that his relationship with Draco seemed to be the same as before.He had never been the main focus of Master Malfoy's attention when he was with Harry.It's just that when we were alone a few times, Draco's hesitant expression caught his attention, but it's a pity that the platinum-haired boy didn't say anything after all.

Angelo couldn't tell whether Draco believed or doubted the theft of the diary.But he felt that the other party, like him, wanted to try to forget the unhappiness that happened between them that day.

In a blink of an eye, February came, and all the teachers and students in the school were on high alert to guard against the reappearance of the heir of Slytherin. However, Hogwarts was very quiet during this period, and some people began to spread rumors that the evil forces attacking the witches had lost their relationship with the school. The courage to fight.

Angelo made no progress in tracking down the eavesdropper, but the memory of Vidi slowly faded in his mind as time went by.Angelo seldom thinks of that intelligent and domineering demon king now, and only in a few dreams, he still feels that the other party is with him.

"Now the school needs to boost morale." Angelo heard Baron Lockhart say this when he was helping his father write a letter to readers in the office, "Angelo, look at what's going on with you all, Lack of passion..." He held up his baby son's little face with pity in his tone.Angelo lowered his eyelids a little guilty, thinking that Baron Lockhart had seen something from his getting along with his friends, but he soon found out that he was wrong.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant on the morning of February [-]th, Angelo was startled by the dazzling pink flowers on the four walls and the confetti constantly floating around.Maybe it was because of the big pink that raped the eyeballs first, so Angelo didn't find it so difficult to accept her father's exaggerated pink and tender shape than usual.

"Everyone, Happy Valentine's Day! So far, 46 people have sent me greeting cards, and I would like to express my gratitude to them!" Baron Lockhart's words reminded Angelo that today is a special day. Just got rid of the obsession with finding his father, and haven't met Vidi yet... Damn, how could he suddenly think of that bastard, on such a beautiful day...

"I arranged this little surprise for everyone on my own initiative—and it's more than that!" The blond man on the teaching desk was still talking loudly. Into a dozen sullen dwarfs with ridiculous golden wings and harps on their backs.

"My friend's little Cupid with a greeting card!" Lockhart said intoxicatedly. It was the first time Angelo saw such an ugly "Cross" with a hideous expression.

"They're going to be wandering around the school today, delivering you Valentine's Day cards! And that's not all! I'm sure my colleagues would love to join in! Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make Ecstasy?" !" Forget-me-not's blue eyes blinked provocatively at Professor Snape, Angelo felt that his father didn't need Snape to teach him, and he had already fallen into the ultimate fascination named "Severus Snape" medicine.

Professor Snape's gloomy face was tense, and the strong magic pressure made his black robes agitated by the aura. Looking at his expression, anyone who dares to ask him about the method of love potion will wait for the lifeless The only thing for the brave is a bottle of poison that is forcefully poured into the mouth.

"In order to let everyone understand the magic power of these little Cupids, I will just do a small demonstration." Baron Lockhart handed a pink greeting card to one of the shorts in front of the whole school.

"This is a beautiful little poem I wrote last night, and you will find that their voices are so touching." While Baron Lockhart was boasting, the short man holding the greeting card began to vibrate the strings.Ding——As the first note played, Angelo covered his face in horror, and felt the pressure of magic rising in the hall.

Ah... your gorgeous voice like a cello, what you play is the poison that confuses my heart, oh... your robe that rolls and stretches like wings, what you play is a pace that disturbs my heart, aha... you are like——

Boom!The dwarf flew out in a straight line, across the aisle between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables, and slammed into the stone wall opposite.Snape gracefully blew on the wand in his hand and put it back in his pocket.

"This is just a demonstration, Professor Snape. You... are so excited." The charming blond man blinked and showed a bright smile with eight teeth.But Angelo didn't think it was just a demonstration.The Potions Master apparently didn't think so either.He stood up and removed the stool, then raised his head, turned around, and strode away from the teaching desk.

"I think Severus' expression was obviously shy." Afterwards, Baron Lockhart quietly consulted his son, "What do you think, Angelo?" He asked expectantly.

"I didn't notice anything." Angelo could only answer honestly with a shrug.Even if Professor Snape's face was really red at that time, it must be because he was too angry...

All day long the shorties kept jumping up and down in and out of the classroom.Angelo unexpectedly found that he was more popular than he had imagined, and he received no fewer greeting cards than Harry.

"Why, this is obviously unreasonable, why even Hermione has received more greeting cards than me!" Ron scratched his scalp and wailed after counting his results. A strong-looking female figure behind the name.

"According to what you said, it's unreasonable for those people to send me greeting cards!" Hermione gave Ron a sideways look, and smashed the thick reference book she just borrowed on the table, "You should explain this inference clearly to me. reason!"

"Hermione, I was just thinking, how can these boys be more automatic than girls now, I have absolutely no other meanings in it! Absolutely nothing!"

Harry and Angelo watched the bickering between them and sniggered, whether it was for their own selfishness, or whether it was really, as Lord Lockhart said, to boost morale in the school.It is true that everyone in Hogwarts Castle is full of energy on this day of flying dogs and dogs.

On such a happy day, Angelo didn't know why he unknowingly stopped under the white wall in front of the Room of Requirement and lost his mind for a while.He held a bunch of Valentine's Day cards from various colleges, shook his head with a smile, and strode back to the common room at the end of the corridor.

"All the students who send greeting cards to Snape are usually unqualified!" In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office as night fell, the charming Baron Lockhart was still busy sorting out the results reported by the dwarves.

"Very well, no one sent a greeting card to Professor Snape!" After getting this perfect answer, his soft lips opened into a beautiful arc, and Baron Lockhart was secretly happy in his heart, and his fingers happily touched the table beat the rhythm.

The next thing he picked up was a list of people who sent his precious son a Valentine's Day card. All the boys were eliminated first, and their usual grades fell below the passing line.Not many such elements on the list, but still infuriating!How dare he covet his cute little Angelo!Baron Angelo's smile added a gloomy look.

This kind of evil thoughts that kept growing in his heart didn't ease down until he saw the long list of girls.Baron Lockhart singled out a few unqualified girls and gave them the same punishment.The rest of the cute girls were all rewarded.Their extraordinary vision allowed them to achieve perfect daily grades.After finishing all this, Baron Lockhart yawned with a bright smile, lazily picked up the huge peacock brush, and made a five-pointed star mark in a certain grid of the plan to capture Snape.

"There are still more than four months, hurry up, Gildero." He said to himself, all the photos on the wall blinked blue eyes of forget-me-nots, and smiled confidently.

*****

After Easter, the second-year students had to start thinking about electives for the new semester. After Captain Wood's efforts, Professor McGonagall informed them one day that the school would resume Quidditch competitions soon.This is good news for everyone, Harry and their training have never stopped.In herbalism, Professor Sprout also told everyone the good news that the mandrake is about to mature.

Everything was going in the right direction, the day of the race was clear and sunny with a pleasant breeze on the ground.On the way to send Harry off to the game after breakfast, Angelo heard a long-lost cold voice.

【Tear...let me tear...kill you...】

He looked at Harry nervously, but found that the blue-eyed boy was discussing with Ron how long it would take to get the Snitch.

Yes, he almost forgot.Viddy absorbed the soul tablet from Harry's scar, and the boy was no longer a Parseltongue.

"Angelo, follow up!" The blue-eyed boy turned his head and waved to him.Suppressing the ominousness that suddenly rose in his heart, Angelo walked over with a smile.

"Suddenly I want to understand something. I need to go to the library! You go and get a seat first!" After sending Harry into the Quidditch team's locker room, Hermione took out a small mirror and looked at her face. Suddenly thought of something.It was Hermione's style to go to the library whenever in doubt, so Angelo didn't think much about it at the time, so that the tragedy that happened later made him fall into strong self-blame.

"Who the hell is that bastard!" When the Quidditch match was canceled again, Angelo lost control of his emotions while standing in front of Hermione's hospital bed.

The brown-haired girl lay quietly in the hospital wing, her whole body stiff.She was petrified with a Ravenclaw prefect.

"Angelo, we are all very sad about Hermione." Ron stared at the motionless girl on the hospital bed and clenched his fists. Harry hugged the out-of-control blond boy and let him vent.

"You don't understand..." Angelo grabbed his clothes tightly, and there was a rough black gemstone ring in that position, which chilled his skin.

His friends would not understand.The Viddy he knew wouldn't command the basilisk to attack Hogwarts students. There was only one person who could do it—the insane Tom Riddle!

Angelo didn't dare to think about what Riddle's appearance meant.He always thought that he had forgotten about Vidi, and that the young demon king was just a passing passerby in his long life.But when the partner who gave him bad memories really disappeared, Angelo suddenly understood what he had lost...

Lying in the Slytherin-hued room of the Room of Requirement, tears snaking and wetting the black satin.He used to be here to accompany the demon king who had a bad smile but was infinitely charming all day long.Listen to him talking about his experience of going to school here.He was once bewildered and frightened, but he finally made up his mind to become stronger, so strong that he would trample all those who had hurt him under his feet.

At that time, Angelo listened quietly, looking at the other's long black eyelashes, and felt that the distance between them was so close.

"Our contract is not yet complete, Vidi. You bastard who broke the contract casually, have you ever asked me if I agree..."

After whitewashing all traces of vulnerability, Angelo calmly appeared in front of Draco, but the flame of revenge in his heart intensified.

"Let's cooperate and find that diary." He said so. If there is a chance, Angelo hopes that he can end this past with his own hands and destroy Riddle, or himself...