[HP] Night Haze

"Barty Jr.!" Angelo, the adopted son of the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement, how could he not know about this person? If it hadn't been for the big scandal that Barty Jr. joined the Death Eaters, Mr. Crouch would have died by now. It's the Minister of Magic.

He is still alive. Angelo still remembers the scene when he and his adoptive mother met Mr. Crouch in Diagon Alley. The strict and self-disciplined gentleman was indescribably haggard. At that time, Angelo was walking out of the wand shop. , the gentleman looked down at him with a look of sadness and emotion, as if he remembered another person through him.

"Barty never mentions his son in front of people. Little Barty was so obedient when he was your age. It's a pity..." Amelia took Angelo's hand and sighed, "The Crouch family... Now he's alone."

"Little guy, what are you thinking?" Vidi's question pulled Angelo's thoughts back from his distant memory.

"Little guy? Do you always call others like that!" Angelo said angrily. In terms of identity, how similar is he to Barty Jr.?The words Viddy used to address Crouch were not enough to make Angelo care. He was more concerned about the attack of the Dementors after the peace talks.The combination of these two things made Angelo feel that Viddy no longer needed him as much, because he was no longer the only and perfect choice for the Dark Lord.

"Why did those dementors attack me!" Suppressing the ominous feeling in his heart, Angelo asked, "Have you already made an agreement?"

"It's just a test, Angelo." The male voice in the ring was flat with a faint smile. "You have proved your strength, so I think it will be more dedicated than before in fulfilling my orders."

"So when are you going to get in touch with little Barty?" Angelo felt a little relieved because his collaborator's tone was the same as usual.

"Dear little Angelo, your curiosity has suddenly grown." The male voice in the ring joked.He indulged the boy more and more. In the past, such curiosity would have brought him merciless punishment.

"That's because I accepted Mr. Malfoy's invitation for Christmas this year," Angelo immediately gave the reason, "so if you want to find little Barty..." I'm afraid you have to postpone it.

"I'm not going to find him."

"What!" Angelo said unexpectedly.

"I won't go to him." The male voice in the ring repeated again, "He is already a dead man in the Ministry of Magic's files, and I don't intend to use a group of rabble recruited by the main soul to corrupt me and rebuild my empire."

"Vidi!" Suddenly, he glimpsed a corner of the future grand plan of the young demon king, and Angelo looked forward to the vaguely vigorous ambition.

"They are noble and rich, before entering Azkaban..." Angelo complained for those Merlin's former favorites.They are not a mob, each with superior strength, but they have been indoctrinated with wrong values.But Viddy had no sympathy for them. Each of these Death Eaters had innocent lives at their hands.

"To restore the glory of Slytherin, this is a contract that has penetrated into the depths of our souls, Angelo." The young devil laughed, "Don't you think that this is just lip service, to establish Slytherin There are many, many things that need to be sacrificed and traded off for the glory of the world...too much beyond your imagination."

And the young Demon King has another reason why he doesn't want to go to Little Barty - Little Barty is one of the many bed partners of the main soul, half of it is to enjoy the wonderful body that the enemy cares for and regards it as a treasured descendant in the palm of his hand, and the other half It is deliberate seduction and pampering.The naive little guy quickly fell in love, and for his dear Lord Voldemort, he even volunteered to participate in the assassination of his father, who was the most vocal anti-Death Eater official in the magical world at that time.It was only because of Harry Potter's accident that the plan was shelved indefinitely until it was finally aborted.

Whether it's the ugly heart distorted by love, or the unclear relationship with the main soul, the young devil ruled out the possibility of meeting this fanatical Death Eater.Before finding the main soul to absorb him, going to see any Death Eater in the past is like drinking poison to quench thirst, and it is fatally dangerous, because maybe one day, they will unite with the main soul and sell him.This is an irreconcilable contradiction from the time of intending to restore a complete soul.

"We should go back, Angelo." The young devil said, the blond boy frowned, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he went into the secret passage and returned to the castle.When the empty picture frame outside the Gryffindor common room came into view, Angelo realized what joy could be.

"We're locked out, Vidy!" Angelo held his forehead. The fat woman didn't know where to go, and he couldn't pass through the door of the lounge.

"You can go to the Room of Requirement, Angelo." Such a predicament is nothing to the young devil. "As long as you get up early and sneak into the dormitory, no one will find out that you have gone out."

This is a great proposal, and Angelo immediately thought of his and Vidy's secret base. The room was filled with exquisite Slytherin silver and green decorations, and there was a comfortable big bed covered with black satin. rest.

*****

Lying on the big ink-colored bed in the Room of Requirement, Angelo tossed and turned comfortably on the soft bed. The young Demon King was released from the narrow space of the ring, pushed Angelo aside, and occupied half of the bed by himself.

"Viddie!" the boy muttered in displeasure.

"We can make it bigger—like this." As the young demon king took control, the bed was a foot wider on each side, but the young demon king remained close to Angelo, allowing him to actually enjoy Not as spacious as the beds in your own dormitory.

"Do you have any news about Sirius Black?" Angelo closed his eyes and asked Vidi. The projection of the young devil was too real, making his heart beat wildly.

"No, that dementor sees this as another little test for me." The young devil said, his tone contained no resentment, strength speaks for itself, he has not returned to its former glory, and accepts the investment The previous test is also a matter of course.

"Although our deal has been negotiated, it is very worried that what I have advanced will not be honored."

"Cunning thing." Angelo muttered.He didn't ask Viddy about the content of the deal, since it was about the second Horcrux, it was obviously inseparable from Bellatrix who got the Hufflepuff Gold Cup Horcrux.

"Angelo, remember what I told you last time, the dementor's evaluation of the smell of my soul? - as clear as a lake." The young devil pushed the boy's face away, letting him Uncomfortable broken hair.

"I remember." Angelo said with a smile.

"I'm not lying, it's really so clear that it disgusts them." The young Demon King whispered softly. "It also gave you an evaluation today, which is the opposite of mine. It's their favorite smell. It tempts their greedy devouring instinct every moment."

The superficial touch on his lips made Angelo feel itchy. He waved his hand away, and then belatedly remembered that there were no mosquitos in the room of Requirement.Even outside, he hadn't been harassed by bugs for a long time, which was all thanks to Vidi's tireless absorption of life forms in the ring.

"Vidi—" The golden eyelashes fluttered slightly. Angelo opened his eyes and saw Vidi's face close at hand. After being surprised, he was more confused.

"What are you doing?" He didn't immediately push away the red-eyed man who was doing whatever he wanted on his face. In fact, Angelo couldn't touch Vidy at all, not even once.

"I'm smelling you. What's the difference with me?" The cold fingertips gently scraped the tip of the boy's nose, and the young devil's slender fingers moved across Angelo's face, his nose sniffing close to Angelo's. Sniffing, this childish behavior caused his lips to brush Angelo's lips inadvertently several times, tracing its shape.

"You're not a dementor!" The boy's face turned red instantly, "Can you...can you smell it?" He felt his face burning hot, and his throat became dry.

"Not yet, but since I have mastered the ability to communicate with dementors, why can't I learn their ability to smell souls?" The young devil said unhurriedly.

"But—that's different." Angelo wasn't confused by this fallacy, but Vidi's harassment made him unable to think normally, he just dodged blindly, unable to tell what was different.

"Stop playing tricks on me, Viddy! You're like this... I can't sleep," Angelo stammered, "Maybe I should go see if the fat lady is back!" His words made Viddy stop teasing.

"Sleep, Angelo." The young devil let go of him, and Angelo moved anxiously from the edge of the bed to the middle. This time, Vidi just made room and looked at him with a smile.

After covering Angelo with the quilt, the young devil got into the other end of the quilt and closed his eyes.Angelo secretly narrowed his eyes to observe him. The vision of the young demon king's feather-like black eyelashes cast on his face was so real that Angelo once again forgot that he was just a phantom.

He quietly stretched out his hand to touch the closed eyelids, but stopped for a moment when he was about to touch them, retracted his arms, and his heart beat violently as if he had done something bad.

"If you can't fall asleep, I don't mind giving you a sleeping spell." The demon king with his eyes closed lazily moved his lips.

"Did I wake you up?" Angelo said cautiously, "I'm sorry, I just... just can't sleep."

"Drowsy!" The man stretched out his finger from under the quilt and waved it in a circle instead of a wand, stopping the noise of the people around him, "I wish you a sweet dream, little Angelo." There was a haze hidden in his gentle voice .

When Angelo had a tryst with Oneiroi in the spell, wine-red eyes opened from the concealed eyelids of the young demon king, and his sleepless, bright eyes showed no need for help after seeing the helpless boy. No longer bear the charm.

"I used to pursue the determination to fly away from death. It was so pure that it disgusted the dementors." The fingertips lightly slid across the boy's lips, as gently as if they were stroking a fragile object.

"You are completely different from me, Angelo. How can the hidden things in your heart be richer than my life combined?" Lips and tongues touched the boy's soft lips. "The longing for family affection and the careful guarding of friendship are all things that I have not been able to obtain - there is still a little covetousness in your heart, who is it for? Harry Potter, Malfoy or me? "

He pushed his flexible tongue into the soft mouth, stirred it, and guided the other's clumsy lips and tongue.

"I think it's me, right? It can only be me, because I'm not so pure when I'm with you..."

The boy's unconscious whine was so pleasant to his ears, and his slender fingers slipped into the boy's nightgown, feeling the delicate and delicate touch of the other side.

"It says that the contract is affecting both of us at the same time. When the shape of your patron saint became close to me, I was already vaguely aware of it." The warm and smooth delicate skin made him unable to put it down, and the boy's helpless reaction was also Filled him with satisfaction.

"You are still so young, Angelo, so I will complete the contract as soon as possible. Your life should be attracted to me, fully open yourself and dedicate you to me, a voluntary sacrifice... instead of being affected by the contract."

In his memory before he was split into the crown at the age of 28, it was not that he had never experienced bedtime, but he loved a passionate partner at that time.I have never had such a strong desire to get a person, to contaminate him with despicable, impatient.This unquenchable longing in the heart is the first and only time.

"While I can let go, Angelo—run away quickly. Hate me, leave me decisively. Otherwise I will not be able to help—want to destroy you." Just because I have become no longer pure, I understand To respect the ideas of others.From the moment Dumbledore burned the loot in the cupboard of his orphanage, he knew that only when he destroyed the looted things with his own hands did they truly belong to him.This kind of strong possessive desire will only make the things he fancy painful. He doesn't want to do this, but it has become an instinct in his blood.

Instinct—yes, this is his instinct, greedy like a dementor, wanting to plunder all good instincts.And Angelo, this delicate boy, can he bear his greedy, endless desire and wantonness?

The leader of the dementors said that the boy's soul was so rich that a permanent bond with him would make up for what he lacked and increase his strength to an incredible degree.

He admitted that he was tempted and wanted to rob like in the past.But was what was being done to the boy a submission of strength or was there something else?

The inner conflict made him flustered, and he was unwilling to succumb to anyone, not even Merlin.The memory of Little Barty and the main soul made the commotion of the night extraordinarily intense. He wanted to let go, and he also wanted to grab this beautiful blond lamb, but he didn't even figure out what he wanted. , So this night, in the end, only panic and confusion remained.

"I want to give you a chance, Angelo." His slender fingers sneaked into the private place hidden under the quilt, he kneaded the green rise, and listened to the boy's nightmare panting.The rosy lips opened and closed, blooming his hands in a carefree sob, and the tears that slipped from the corners of the boy's eyes made him feel pity that he had never felt before.

"If you don't catch it, then you are mine." This is his hypocritical benevolence, whether it is the main soul or the Horcrux, after all, it is split from a person.He, Viddy, is still the Dark Lord, the essence has never changed.

Maybe the only thing that's changed is that he's more hypocritical.Voldemort, who became his future, was just a powerful wizard, but he, who transcended from the past, was even more tactful.

Perhaps from the very beginning of meddling with each other, all the reasons are just excuses for wanting to plunder the innocence.

It's late at night, and his little Angelo will get up early tomorrow.The man who tasted the hors d'oeuvres, licked his lips viciously, and packed everything up.Leaning against the well-dressed boy, she closed her eyes contentedly, waiting for the dawn.

*****

Uh—Angelo felt like he had a dream, and was tightly entangled and bound by the basilisk in the secret room. The slippery feeling spread all over his body and penetrated deep into his lips and tongue, with a sense of beauty and evil that he had never experienced before.

When he opened his eyes, Viddy's sleepy, defenseless face was strangely alluring.Angelo sat up quietly, trying not to disturb the other party, but the weak body, and the unspeakable sticky and dryness that made him ashamed made him flustered.

Could it be——Angelo blushed when he remembered the absurd dream last night. He secretly glanced at the young demon king who was still sleeping with his eyes closed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and took off his underwear.

The white marks raged between the legs.The blood rushed to his forehead in an instant, he actually... in front of Vidi...

Didn't he talk in his sleep last night?Angelo's heart was beating wildly. 13 years old is actually not young, this is just a natural reaction of the body, but the intense dream that escaped from the track after the basilisk made Angelo dare not look at the person sleeping beside him, so that even the young devil had already quietly Sitting up, I didn't even notice it.

"It turns out that my little Angelo has grown up." The wine-red eyes flashed across, and the red-eyed man followed the quilt that the boy hadn't had time to put down, and saw the scene inside.

Then, under Angelo's surprised gaze, with his slender fingertips, he gently flicked the young girl lying between the boy's white and tender legs.

"Viddy!" the shy and angry boy let out a tragic scream. "You... what are you doing! Actually... no, this is..."

"I'm congratulating you on becoming an adult." The man held his chin and blinked. "Why do you react so like a chick whose ass was touched on the street? Don't you want to imitate those women's reactions and slap me?"

"No, I..." Angelo jumped up from the bed, and he ducked aside cautiously to change his clothes.

"Next time don't touch people without permission...it's too embarrassing, Viddy!"

"it's a pity……"

"what!"

"I didn't expect you to react like this. You should yell abnormally and give me a slap." The young devil shook his head and said.

"I'm not one of those chicks whose ass gets groped on the street!" Angelo said angrily.

"Then you should push me away, and walk out of the Room of Requirement with a blank expression."

"If you want me to do this, I will try to do what you said," Angelo changed his clothes and stood in front of the young devil, "What is going on with you today, Vidi!"

"No..." It's just that I've given you a chance.

"Get out as soon as you pack up." Angelo, you can't escape...