[HP] Night Haze

"Good morning, Tom." At noon the next day, the boy lay listlessly on the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, with faint dark circles around his eyes. The bar owner took out a plate of toast from under the bar and pushed it to the in front of him.

"You don't look energetic." The boy obviously didn't sleep well, but the bar owner thought his guest room was quite comfortable, and even Fudge, Minister of Magic, didn't feel any dissatisfaction when he lived here.

"That's all that's left, go downstairs earlier next time." He left this plate of toast for the boy on purpose. He missed the best meal time, and the taste is no longer as good as it used to be.

"Thank you, I will remember tomorrow." The blond boy picked up the toast on the plate and took a big bite. In fact, he woke up very early today, but he stayed in the room alone, facing the bustling streets of London outside the window. The scene, I was in a daze for a long time.

"Did you see Professor Quirrell?" After breakfast, the boy wiped his mouth and asked hesitantly. He felt a kind of fear for the timid and stammering man, no, maybe it was just guilt.

"His pet died last night..." The boy glanced at the black cats circling around his feet.He wondered if Norn's bite was so hard that the little snake, which looked powerful but was actually as fragile as its master, died.

"I heard him crying last night, thinking something happened to him...then I saw that snake... lying on the ground." The boy took the black tea handed to him by the bar owner and thanked him. He is very depressed now, and Quirrell's resentful eyes made him have a nightmare all night. Today, he didn't go downstairs to have breakfast with everyone. Most of the reasons were because he didn't know how to deal with the loss of his black cat. People who love pets.

"I told you not to open the door at night, no matter what you hear." The bar owner shook his head, he was more concerned about the boy's safety than Quirrell's pet - not all the good people living in his bar .

"Not next time." What happened last night made him regret it.The boy held the porcelain cup awkwardly, and the steaming black tea made his stomach feel better, "Professor Quirrell must hate me now, how can I fix it?"

Even if you can avoid him every day in the bar, you still have to meet him when you go to Hogwarts.

"You can pay him a pet. I think he will cry because he lacks a layer of protection." The bar owner made a suggestion. He didn't think the child should bear too much self-blame for the death of a pet.The snake was buried by Quirrell early in the morning, and he asked him for a wooden box for wine, that's all.I didn't see Quirrell mourning his eulogy or anything like that.

But the extra purple scarf on Quirrell's head is really disgusting. They stayed away from him when they were eating breakfast. There was a strange smell coming from the purple scarf. Putting a lot of garlic in the scarf to ward off vampires is a sign of insecurity.

"You're right, Tom." The boy's sea-blue eyes lit up. It was a good idea to buy a viper and pay Quirrell.

With purpose, the young boy was reinvigorated, and he took the black cat into Diagon Alley from the small patio behind the bar, and went straight to the pet shop called Magic Zoo.As soon as the black cat arrived at the door of the store, it stayed outside and refused to go in. Maybe it thought its owner wanted to return it, so it refused to step into the store.

"What can I do for you?" The witch in the shop slightly raised her eyebrows when she saw the boy holding the struggling black cat in his arms. The ugly ginger cat was still lying on the counter and staring at the nest of mice. When he heard the boy's footsteps, he turned his head to look at him, the cry was very gentle, but the black cat struggled even more fiercely in the boy's arms.

"I want to buy a poisonous snake that can fit in my pocket." The boy put his pet down on the ground, and the black cat ran out of the store with a sound, peeping into the store with its green eyes peeking out.

"Triangle head, green shading, and red eyes." The boy described the appearance of Quirrell's little snake. The witch in the shop pondered for a while after hearing this, and then took out an album and put it on the counter.

"The pet snakes I sell here are generally non-venomous. What do you think of this one?" The witch pointed to the little snake in the album. The album marked the origin and species of the snake. Except for the shape of the snake's head, everything else was in line with it. His description.

"This one can't scare people." The boy shook his head. What the timid Professor Quirrell needs is a snake that can make people feel scared, at least he thinks so.

"Isn't that what I said?"

"Things that scare people don't have to be poisonous snakes. What do you think of that?" The witch pointed to a cage covered with black cloth in the shop. "A Boggart can make people see their deepest fears."

"No, what I want is not this scaring method." The boy continued to shake his head, "What I want is a poisonous snake, can you tell me where I can buy it?"

"Oh, why don't you look at other things? In fact, this purple toad is also good." The witch promoted the treasure of the town shop. Since it was a small toad, no one planned to buy it. Now it has grown into a toad. It's a big guy.

"No," the boy shook his head in disappointment, "I only want a poisonous snake." He emphasized the pronunciation of poisonous snake.

"Even if you go to other pet shops in Diagon Alley, you won't find a poisonous snake. Even if there is, they will pull out the poisonous fangs before selling them." The witch shrugged. She was telling the truth. In pharmacies, they can be seen intact, but they have become lifeless potion ingredients.

There must be a place, but the witch didn't plan to say it. It would be very dangerous for such a young child to go to Knockturn Alley. Even an adult wizard cannot guarantee that he is safe there.

"Thank you." The boy left the pet shop with regret, and the black cat was running around his feet with great vigor. After that, he went to several other pet shops, but the answer he got was the same as what the witch said.

"What should I do, Norn?" The name made the black cat ignore him. The blond boy suddenly felt a malicious gaze behind him. He turned his head hurriedly and found that Professor Quirrell was standing not far from him.

"Professor Quirrell!" Angelo was taken aback.He took a step back unconsciously, only to realize that it was impolite.

"Good morning..." the boy said anxiously.

"What are you doing here?" Professor Quirrell asked stammeringly with one eye twitching. Angelo was pleasantly surprised to find that Quirrell's attitude towards him was different from what he had imagined.

"Professor, I..." He felt that it was better not to tell about the plan to buy a snake. Quirrell was still wearing the purple scarf from last night on his head, which made Angelo take a few more glances.

"It was given to me by a...non...African prince...because I helped him...get rid of the entanglement of zombies...." Quirrell touched the scarf on his head with a very serious expression. Unnaturally, "Let's... get out of here quickly, this... this is not a... good place."

Only then did Angelo notice that they were standing at the intersection of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley, and there was an old witch standing under the signboard of the first shop in Knockturn Alley, she was holding the amulet in her hand and facing him laugh.

Could it be that the cold gaze just now belonged to her?There was a chill in Angelo's heart. Quirrell also saw the old witch. He looked very disturbed and trembled violently.

"I'm going back to the... Leaky Cauldron, how about you?" Quirrell gave a stiff smile, "If you... too, we can...together."

"Okay, Professor." The blond boy had an unexpected surprise on his face. He felt that Professor Quirrell didn't dare to walk on the street alone, and there were wizards around him who kept looking at the purple scarf on his head curiously. Let Quirrell look nervous all the time.

"Professor Quirrell, I'm sorry for what happened last night." When he was about to arrive at the bar, Angelo finally mustered up the courage to say his apology. .

"It's...it's okay, don't think...too much." The corners of Quirrell's eyes were twitching, but his performance all along made people ignore this point.

The Dark Lord's possession had already shortened the snake's lifespan a lot, but if the child hadn't raised a damn cat, the adult wouldn't have waited to use him as a carrier.

The pain of being squeezed into another consciousness in the body is not acceptable to ordinary people. Yesterday he rolled on the ground in pain, banging on doors and walls with his body desperately, even though the pain was not diffused much.

If this kid hadn't knocked on the door desperately, he wouldn't have noticed that the sound-proof spell in the room had failed. For this reason, the adult punished him, and their plan must be more cautious.

It's all this brat, if it wasn't for this brat, he wouldn't have turned into the strange appearance he is now, and Quirrell can't wait to tear up that bright smiling face right now.

"Professor Quirrell, you are such a good man." The blond boy's grateful eyes made the corners of his mouth twitch.

[This child may be useful in the future] Receiving the meaning of the adult in his mind, Quirrell put his hands in his pockets and clenched them tightly into fists.