[HP] Night Haze

The scenery outside the window was left far behind by the galloping Hogwarts Express train, and the Weasleys and the parents who came to see them off gradually turned into insignificant dots in the distance while waving goodbye.

Mr. Weasley took them to platform nine and three quarters in two cars sent by the Ministry of Magic early this morning.Although the patriarch of the red-haired patriarch claimed that this was a benefit for the staff of the Ministry of Magic, he really couldn't tell a lie.When he said this, Mr. Weasley's ears turned red, just like Ron's expression when he was stressed.

"I think the Ministry of Magic is trying to reward our family with a second head of the Student Council. Look, a future star of the Ministry of Magic is rising, don't you think, Percy?" While the Ministry of Magic car expressed shock and confusion, the Weasley twins' teasing diverted their attention.

"We haven't congratulated you yet, Percy," said Harry, actually changing the badge on Percy Weasley's chest from a Prefect "P" to a Head Boy "HB".For this reason, he has to lift the marker on his chest almost every few minutes.

"The Ministry of Magic isn't doing it very well, Angelo." Sitting in the car, Viddy's gloating voice came from the ring, "I thought at least they'd tell Harry Potter that Black was looking for him. Now it seems that the savior is just a doll that was fooled by people."

"If the Ministry of Magic didn't take it seriously, it wouldn't have sent the only two cars in the Ministry specially built with countless protective formations to escort Harry." Angelo frowned and conveyed his thoughts displeasedly.

"They just want to tell Harry the truth when the time is right."

Angelo also said this to Harry last night. The little blue-eyed wizard was curled up at the corner on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, eavesdropping on the conversation below.

"Black has been talking in his sleep for a while. Always saying the same thing: 'He's at Hogwarts...'. Black is out of his mind...he wants Harry dead...he thinks killing Harry will make the The Mysterious Man is back in power..."

When Angelo found Harry, the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley downstairs was clearly heard in his ears. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder lightly, feeling the boy's shoulders tremble slightly.

"I'm not as fragile as they think." At that time Harry patted the dust off his body and stood up stubbornly.

"Don't worry about me, Angelo. If Black really shows up in front of me, I'll use my wand to let him know that I'm not easy to bully." The blue-eyed boy walked back to the room as if nothing had happened, but he clenched The hand holding the wand was still trembling imperceptibly, whether it was from shock or anger.

"This is not good, Angelo, we have to find Sirius Black as soon as possible. Before he goes to Harry Potter, or Harry Potter finds him." Having said that, Viddy's tone was Exudes ease and pleasure. "There doesn't seem to be anything in our contract to say whether Black is dead or alive when he proves his innocence."

"I know you won't be harsh on me on this, Vidi. Because you have the bearing of a generation of kings." Angelo chuckled lightly, and didn't think there was anything in Vidi's words that could threaten him.

He didn't forget why Viddy wanted to capture Sirius Black in the first place. If Black died, their clues to find the locket would be cut off, and no one would be better off.

*****

"Professor RJ Lupine—I don't know what he taught us?" On the Hogwarts Express train, Ron pointed to the broken box with half of the letters on the luggage rack and read out the name.

When they found this relatively loose compartment on the train, the adult wizard with a sickly face and eyes closed was already sitting on the seat by the window.He looked young, but his light brown hair had been streaked with gray.There were several patches on the shabby wizard robes, making his destitution obvious at a glance.

"Apparently there's only one vacant seat at Hogwarts - 'Defense Against the Dark Arts'," said Hermione proudly.Everyone consciously lowered their voices for fear of waking him up.

"What is this, Ron?" Not long after, Angelo became interested in the little red bottle in the red-haired boy's hand. A faint smell of potion came out from it, but he couldn't judge its composition for a while.

"I bought the medicine for Scabber, and it hasn't been in good condition since it came back from Egypt." Ron said dejectedly, "The witch in the pet shop told me that ordinary house mice shouldn't expect it to live more than three years, Scabber. It's been a long time in our house and I'm afraid of it..."

Squeak—the big gray mouse struggled in Ron's hands, and as soon as he finished taking the medicine, it jumped off the red-haired boy and hid somewhere.

It turned out to be a potion for treating pets, Angelo nodded, no wonder he couldn't figure out what its ingredients were.Angelo comforted Ron a few words, stroking his pet's shiny fur.Neither of the cats in the cubicle was interested in Scabbers, much to Ron's delight.

Crookshanks walked around beside Xi Ke. The blue-eyed black cat was flustered when he first saw Crookshanks, and now he is indifferent, just like the scene in the pet shop.

"Siris Black escaped from Azkaban to chase me! Mr. Weasley told me on the platform today." The topic of the little wizards unknowingly turned to the most sensational event in the magic world , at this time Harry told them the conversation he had overheard yesterday, and Mr. Weasley's warning to him an hour earlier.

"Harry, you must be more careful and don't ask for trouble again!" Hermione was deeply shocked by this, and Ron was also filled with righteous indignation at Black's madness.

"Look, Viddy, the truth is like I said, Harry is not a doll of the Ministry of Magic." Angelo stroked the ring on his hand, happy that his friend did not bear everything silently, but spoke out frankly.

"They're just trying to tell Harry when the time is right. There's no better time than now. On the way to Hogwarts, with a group of friends, so Harry doesn't have to worry about being alone."

"I have to say that Harry Potter has the potential to become a qualified politician," the voice in the ring disapproved, "Look, he has so easily seduced a group of fools who can work for him, it has nothing to do with profit."

"Not everyone is like you, Viddy!" Angelo exasperated at the quick, biting response from the ring.

"Not everyone has the vision to see through problems like me, Angelo."

"You've been targeting Harry ever since you signed the terms with you." Angelo tilted his head and looked out the window, fearing that the changeable expression on his face would frighten his friends.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have offered you the unpleasant suggestion of saving Black, Viddy, and now I regret being so impulsive."

"Cunning little Angelo, the bondage of the contract has penetrated into our souls." The voice in the ring sneered, full of insight into the collaborators' tricks, "If we re-sign a clause now, it will Remove what makes you regret, would you like, little Angelo?"

"..." Angelo was silent.

"Harry Potter is nothing to me." The dominant male voice rose triumphantly, "But you, Angelo, don't you think that compared to Harry Potter, your collaborators— Am I too unfamiliar? If you begged me to help you, begging me sincerely, maybe we don’t have to keep the rules in the contract.”

"If I had begged you with shamelessness, I have no doubt that what I would have gotten would be a 'cruciatus'." Angelo said the truth, "Compared with your words, I rely more on going deep into our two souls." contract."

"How do you know if you don't try it out? You are such an insecure little guy." The young devil smirked in the ring, "But it is undeniable that you really know me very well, Angelo."

"...%##@"

"So you are here... who is he!" In the meaningless bickering with Viddy, the platinum-haired boy opened the door of their cubicle, and Draco walked up to the group of little wizards and saw The adult wizard leaning against the car window raised his eyebrows.

"Professor RJ Lupine," said Harry eagerly, "I think he's our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"He's taken my place." Draco's light eyes glanced at the wizard's shabby attire.

"In fact, we occupied his compartment." Angelo explained.

"Didn't Crabbe and Goyle hold you a seat, Draco?" Ron asked, and Draco watched him for a while, realizing that his words had no more than literal meaning.

"No, they do. But I've brought some delicious pastries from home to share with you at lunch." Draco's gaze was unbiased, making everyone in the cubicle feel like he was looking at them.Angelo applauded the platinum boy in his heart, Master Malfoy is smarter than ever.

"Perhaps you'd like to take another cubicle with me. I'll let Crabbe and Goyle sit here. I don't think they'd like it."

"No Draco, thank you for your kindness, we have corned beef sandwiches prepared by Mrs. Weasley." Harry said after serious consideration for a while, "And there must be many students from your college near that cubicle, I would feel uncomfortable."

"Well, I won't force you, anyway, the future will be long." Draco said with an elegant jaw, "But I brought all of you, while it's still fresh, why don't you come with me, Angelo How is it?" The platinum boy stared at Angelo unblinkingly with light eyes, waiting for his response.

"Okay, Draco, it's my pleasure." Angelo stood up and followed Draco to get the snacks.There were people running and laughing everywhere in the corridor, which made them walk very slowly.

"My father would like to invite you to our house for Christmas, Angelo." They walked silently, carefully avoiding all kinds of pets that passed under their feet.When passing through a relatively deserted corridor, Draco suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes, my father asked me to tell you that he didn't entertain you well last time when you came to our house, and it was really helpless." Doubt and concern flashed in the light-colored eyes, "Angelo, did something happen last time?" Is there something I don't know?"

"Mr. Malfoy is too polite, please tell him for me, I will go." Angelo smiled.

"What do you think Mr. Malfoy wants from me, Viddy?" He stroked the ring in his hand.

"Maybe it's about... your father."