[HP] Night Haze

Baron Lockhart's wish was not fulfilled in the end, and Queen Medusa appeared in a small picture frame across the territory of countless portraits.

"I've already appeased that basilisk." Medusa said indifferently. The price was to return to the picture frame in the secret room to accompany that lonely thousand-year-old race after work every day. This was a condition she was ashamed to say.

Under the watchful eyes of Baron Lockhart's sad forget-me-not eyes, Mr. Filch, the Potions Professor's commander, hung a new landscape background painting in front of his office door.

"That should be my territory." Staring at Medusa's new home, the charming blond man twisted the Potions Professor's arm fiercely in a blind spot of his vision.

"Don't make trouble." Snape shook off the presumptuous man, "What else can you do with your picture besides twitching your eyes?" The corners of his eyebrows were sarcastically raised, even if he had a special relationship with the other party, he still couldn't stop the Potions Master Venom splattered everywhere.

"Can you dictate to me the visits of guests? Can you decline visitors who are not on appointment? No, none of your pictures can do that because it doesn't speak like a portrait."

"Indeed." Baron Lockhart blinked without any frustration, "It seems that the job of guarding the door for you does not reflect my own value."

He approached the man who made him fascinated, and whispered: "But there is one thing that no one can do. I gave birth to a child for you - Angelo." He ambiguously blew on the ascetic's cochlea Heat, feel the other party's undetectable tremors.

"I can help you warm your bed—every day, every moment, as long as you want." The bold declaration caused the Potions Professor to cough violently. Fortunately, this corridor that people pass by at any time belongs to the public place, and the administrator Phil The close proximity of Mr. Qi's back also prevented the glamorous blond man from wantonly flirting with the other party's enthusiasm.It's just that there seems to be nothing to cling to and grind the opponent's body.

"Angelo—Angelo Snape. How wonderful, as long as we have a big wedding with Merlin's blessing, you'll have two people closest to you."

Ahem... After a violent cough, the answer was that Baron Lockhart was pushed away, and the Potions Professor shook off his hand with a livid face, unable to accept the sudden "surprise" for the time being.

"Big wedding!"

"If you don't like it, it's okay to hold it in secret." The slightly aggrieved tone disturbed the potions professor's heartstrings.

"It's fixed, Professor Snape." The administrator, Mr. Filch, clapped his hands and turned around. The uncomfortable expressions of the two people behind him made him take a cautious step back and look at the fruits of his labor.

The picture frame is not tilted or stained with dirt, and Medusa is also nodding in satisfaction, but her eyes are far-reaching.

"Is there anything else you want to order?" Filch asked cautiously.

"Thanks for your hard work, I am very satisfied." The Potions Professor replied politely, but the expression on his face was still as if he had stepped on something bad.

"If you don't want to, I'll leave immediately. Anyway, I only signed a one-year contract with Dumbledore." After dismissing Filch, Baron Lockhart's voice was no longer suppressed. This is definitely his way of retreating. Strategy.The cunning blond man was reluctant to let go of this high-quality man who made his heart flutter.

"If you think I'm an eyesore, don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. Angelo will also go through the transfer procedures. After all, his purpose of coming to Hogwarts is to be close to you."

"Wait—" the Potions Professor was moved. "Give me some time," he said. "...I'm in a mess right now, so I can't give you an answer right away."

Snape didn't dislike this overly bright blond man very much, but he definitely didn't like him either.But when he proposed to disappear from his sight, the inexplicable palpitation made him unable to tell whether it was because of the boy with whom he was related by blood, or the person in front of him who had a dewy marriage with him.

"You can stay at Hogwarts. Dumbledore should be very happy that someone has broken the curse that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor cannot be re-elected." Snape turned his face away and said to the blond man with a bright smile. He needed time to set things right, Clarify your heart so that everything can be pushed back into place.

"I'm sorry, but I really want to stay." The charming blond man blinked innocently, "But my agent will be furious, my work has been pushed to the second half of this year, and I plan to publish a new book and do a signing tour The list of bookstores that sell books has also accumulated a full page."

"broker?"

"A fanatical woman." Baron Lockhart raves, "She is a good woman, loves me to the point of madness, accepts everything from me, even if I want, she is ready to be my son's stepmother at any time."

"You never mentioned her." Snape's sullen face was silent and empty.

"Not mentioning it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I'm not a showy person." This sentence was flattering to anyone, but Snape obviously cared, even though he was calm on the surface.

"There are still a few days until the exam week. I will leave the school after attending the banquet for awarding the college cup. This was planned a long time ago, and even I can't change it." Unless he is willing to pay a large amount of liquidated damages , Baron Lockhart concealed this.

"I think I'll miss you, Severus." The Potions Master didn't push him away this time, stroking his fair skin with both hands.It was hard to imagine that the blond man who was at a loss as to how to capture the opponent yesterday could touch Snape's cheek openly now.

Angelo, you did not harm your father, but the cutest Cupid.Baron Lockhart restrained the complacency in his eyes, and caught the barely audible sound of footsteps in the distance.

"Let's make some good memories before we say goodbye, like you once did." Baron Lockhart's thick nasal voice evoked the Potions Professor's tiny, undisguised bewilderment.

"You haven't done it for a long time, don't get me wrong—" Baron Lockhart's body and mind were delighted by the blood rushing to the other's cheeks, and he was excited to discover the other's unknown emotional side.

"I just want...to kiss you." The last notes were scattered among the passionate lingering lips and tongue.

Severus, all I've ever wanted to do is kiss you hard.To make you feel how much I long for you, how much I want to be one with you...

"Oh, Merlin!" Professor McGonagall, who had just emerged from the other end of the corridor, scattered the books in his arms all over the floor. "Go ahead, I don't see anything." She picked up the book and covered her eyes.

"Damn it, you did it on purpose!" Snape pushed away the blond man who was tightly entangled with him, and his drunken eyes regained some sobriety.But Professor McGonagall at the other end of the corridor has already sprinted away with an agility that doesn't match her age.

Now, even if he jumped into the Thames, he couldn't wash himself off.

"What about the jerky reaction, how long has it been since you gave in to your physical instinct, Sev?" Baron Lockhart licked his lips and smiled.A man's body is the most loyal and cannot withstand provocation.He glanced down at the lower end of the man's robe, marveling at its size and stiffness.

"Open the door, Medusa!" The Potions Professor's robe was bulging due to the pressure on his body.The newly replaced portrait on the wall faithfully carried out his order, resisting the lustful blond man from the door.

"Oh, you really...can't take a joke." The blond man drew out his wand.

"Mr. Lockhart, please allow me to remind you that the anti-theft system is useless for underage wizards, but its security insurance does not exist for adult wizards. Believe me, the danger index of breaking into the door is beyond your imagination. ’” Medusa in the portrait warns coldly: “I wish to be removed from the wall only once.”

Facing Baron Lockhart's eagerness to move, Queen Medusa, who had just returned to her post after going through all kinds of hardships, danced furiously with her head full of little snakes.

"I won't do anything, he needs to calm down." Baron Lockhart put away his wand and shrugged, "I just want him to remember my smell-for ascetics, I think he is You won’t forget it even if you die, right? … Sometimes you have to use some innocuous tricks in the pursuit of your ideals, what do you think, beautiful queen?”

"From the point of view of the gatekeeper, I don't express any opinions." The gorgeous Queen Medusa said coldly.

"But from the perspective of the portrait that has been silently accompanying him for many years, I can provide a piece of news." Queen Medusa's cold smile warmed up.

"For so many years, he has been living alone."

"I know." Baron Lockhart showed a brilliant smile. He made a very clear investigation, including the culprit who caused this situation—a marshmallow witch Lily Potter who had been dead for many years.

"No one has ever made him lose control of his emotions." Dusha glanced back and said strangely, "Oh, he just blew up the cauldron!"

"It's hard to imagine." Baron Lockhart swallowed his saliva. Was the method he used too drastic?

"Mr Lockhart, he's very angry now."

"..."

"I think things are exactly as you expected, he will never forget your smell even if he dies." Queen Medusa paused and said, "Superficial and impetuous rose synthetic perfume smell, tasteless—he The original words."

"Snape, you rotten apple!" Baron Lockhart let out a frantic scream.A smile appeared on the corner of Queen Medusa's mouth.

It's the same if you run away from the small ones and catch the big ones - the big revenge will be avenged!But she soon stopped laughing.Because Baron Lockhart kicked the portrait, it was a physical attack.

"Snape, I want you to be responsible!" The voice spread far and far... Queen Medusa shrank her head and decided to sneak back to the basilisk's lair and take refuge.