[HP] Night Haze

In mid-September, the training of the Quidditch team started. Captain Wood was already in the seventh grade this year. This was his last year at Hogwarts, so he devoted himself to the usual training of the Gryffindor team.

Angelo finally got his wish this year and became an official member of the school team. He served as the team's Chaser, and Harry was very happy about it.During training breaks, Draco also came to find Angelo. Although the two teams were in a state of confrontation because they both wanted to win the Academy Cup, the boy with platinum hair sent him friendly wishes and was very happy that he was in charge. Be a chaser, not a headache hitter.

"At least I don't have to worry about you chasing me with a stick. I'm glad we can show our strength on the same field, Angelo." Master Malfoy's light-colored eyes shone with sincerity.

"Please come on, Draco, I will do my best during the competition." Two dimples appeared on the blond boy's cheeks.

Viddy scoffed at their mutual friendship: "If someone said cheers to me and tried to stand against me at the same time, I would take that as a challenge to me."

"You must have never made friends from Gryffindor or other colleges when you were in Slytherin?" Angelo shook his head.

"You are right, I never made friends with people from other colleges when I was in school." The young devil said proudly, "In fact, I have no friends, only subordinates."

"I feel sad for you...really." Angelo expressed sympathy for Vidi's pale and frail life, but what awaited him was a merciless electric shock from the young demon king.

In mid-October, Gryffindor was in a commotion again because of one thing-Professor Trelawney's prophecy came true.

She had told Lavender in her first class that what the girl was afraid of would happen on Friday, October sixteenth.And Lavender received a letter from home that morning - her rabbit Binky was killed by a fox.

"Let's look at this issue logically. Binky didn't die today, it's just that Lavender got the news today." When everyone was busy comforting the girl, Hermione calmly analyzed, "She can't be worried all the time. This, because this shocked her—”

When Hermione was about to get the divination professor to play word games with everyone with inductive language, Ron interrupted her: "Don't pay attention to Hermione, Lavender! She doesn't think other people's pets matter."

Ron was so angry because Hermione's ugly cat became interested in Scabbers, the mouse who played with Ron, after failing to woo Sike.The farce between the three cats, Xi Ke, Mrs. Norris and Crookshanks, has disturbed the lives of the little wizards.If Crookshanks hadn't targeted Scabbers this time, maybe everyone would have already held a party to celebrate.

Because of Ron's interruption, Hermione missed the best chance to reveal the truth of the prophecy, and Harry's death prophecy made a comeback.When the little lion got along with the blue-eyed boy, he changed his sympathetic eyes again, which made Harry very depressed.He vented all his energy on training, which won Wood's appreciation, but even with the greatly increased training volume of the Quidditch team, Angelo had fewer and fewer opportunities to move freely.

"Your friend doesn't seem to have considered it at all. This kind of training intensity is too much for you, a rookie who has just integrated into the team." Whenever the male voice in the ring mentioned Harry Potter, it was full of contempt .

"From what you said, I seem to be holding back the team, Vidi." Angelo wiped the sweat off his face and said displeasedly, "This kind of training intensity is not unbearable for me."

Under the captain's whistle, he took off on the broom again and rushed into the blue sky.Angelo noticed that the Potions Professor was standing at the window of the staff lounge on the first floor, looking in this direction.

"He was here yesterday," said the young Demon King.

"Is he looking at me?" Angelo felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"I remember that in the potion book he gave you, there is a potion that quickly restores physical strength, Angelo, maybe you can ask him for it."

"Good idea!" The blond boy happily enjoyed the strength of the strong wind blowing his hair, showing a brilliant smile.

*****

Not long after, a notice was posted on the school bulletin board, and the date for students above the third grade to go to Hogsmeade village this semester was fixed.On Halloween, they could go back to school for a big meal after a long day at Hogsmeade.But unfortunately, Harry did not get the guardian's signature on the consent form, so he could only stay in the school alone.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall." Harry came back from the dean's office with a dejected look. "She said don't go if you don't submit the form. This is a rule, and her attitude is very firm."

"You can take the secret passage, Harry," Angelo said, referring to the secret passage behind the stone statue of the one-eyed witch, from which they used to sneak to Hogsmeade with Draco in their first year.

"You're hurting him!" Hermione firmly disagreed, "Violation of school rules..."

"Haven't we violated enough?" Ron retorted.

In the end, everyone came to an agreement, but just to be on the safe side, Harry still had to stay at school alone for the first week.This is done to see if the administrators will check after the fact.As long as the situation is clarified, Harry will be able to come and go freely in the future.

It was not the first time for Angelo to go to Hogsmeade, so there was no special surprise when he and his classmates went to that small village on Halloween.

"Poor Harry, let's bring him some chocolates," said the platinum-haired boy, who took Angelo all over Hogsmeade and didn't lose interest just because Harry wasn't there.

It was already evening when they returned to Hogwarts, and they enjoyed a Halloween feast.In addition to Draco buying chocolate for Harry, Angelo also brought candy.

"I met Professor Lupin today, and he said he could teach me the Patronus spell." After dinner, the blue-eyed little wizard said cheerfully to Angelo, and it was obvious that although they left him alone at school today, He still had a great weekend.

"What happened!" As soon as Angelo and Harry came to the door of the common room, they found that the atmosphere was not right. Everyone gathered at the door and whispered. Angelo squeezed to the door and found that the portrait had been vandalized maliciously. Cracks run through the portrait, and the fat woman is gone.

"It doesn't look like a prank." Angelo restored the canvas that was hanging on the frame, and the vertical and horizontal fragments seemed to be accusing the visitor of a brutal crime.

"Hate—" said the young demon king.

"Hate?"

"Yes, very nostalgic... feeling." The resentment that the young Demon King felt in the portrait has not yet dissipated. He also had this kind of riot that wanted to tear everything apart.Tom Riddle's family, who had the same name as him, disappeared into the world under this impulse, and he was not yet an adult at that time.

"It's Sirius Black!" cried the fat woman, who was hiding behind a boulder with a portrait of a giraffe, when Dumbledore found her.So all the students were hastily called together, and spent the night in the hall.And all the teachers are busy searching the castle thoroughly, looking for the whereabouts of Sirius Black.

"Halloween at Hogwarts is cursed!" The little wizards lying in the auditorium buzzed.

"He finally came... did he come to kill me?" Harry whispered after moving the sleeping bag next to Angelo.

"No, Harry." Angelo reached out his hand from the sleeping bag and touched the blue-eyed boy's disheveled hair.Although it is stubborn and unreasonable, it is unexpectedly soft.

"Black, he won't come to kill you - I will protect you, Harry." Having said that, Angelo was also confused, if Sirius was wronged, why did he let his godson Feeling his shadowy fear?There must be something in it that he doesn't know.

"Thank you, Angelo." The blue-eyed boy took Angelo's hand off his head and held it in his hand. "I won't let him do it, if Black wants to kill me, I'll make him regret it..."

The force of his fingers being pinched instantly made Angelo snort, but he didn't take out his hand, but let Harry continue to hold it until the other's palm slowly changed from cold to warm, until the breath of the boy beside him become even.

"Angelo, I still can't understand... your so-called friendship." The male voice in the ring held back, the blue-eyed boy's dependence and care for his collaborator made him unhappy.

"You should try to understand, Viddy, otherwise life would be too boring."

"Don't act like you know it well, little guy." He could see exactly what Harry Potter was thinking at a glance.

"Well, Viddy, I actually don't understand either." The blond boy compromised, "Did you hide anything from me about Black?"

"I'll let you know when I find out." The male voice from the ring revealed a faint murderous look, "Sleep, my little Angelo, since Black has appeared, the dementor's operation should also begin."

*****

On a small island in the frigid waters of the North Sea, a haggard woman with crazy eyes laughed as she watched a dementor approach her.

"You mean thing, if I had a wand, I'd kill you, all of you!" She leaned against the edge of the iron railing, her messy black hair dancing wildly in the wind.That hair was ever adorned with the most expensive beads.Skin and nails that are dull today were once cared for and maintained at their best.

All these honors and luxuries were taken away after entering Azkaban.Her name was Bellatrix Black Lestrange, and if the Dark Lord hadn't fallen, she would still be the darling of the upper class, eating and using only the top of the magic world.

But none of those pasts can make up for the cruelty of reality.The dementor was enjoying the process of sucking all the joy out of her bit by bit, which was an infraction that shouldn't have happened to the guards, but who really cared?

In Azkaban, there are only two types of prisoners: crazy and going crazy.The former is always turning towards death, while the latter just prolongs the whole process.

Human life is worthless.Beautiful appearance, powerful magic power, and noble blood are all worthless here. In the eyes of dementors, all lives have the same value. The only difference is the happiness experienced in life, whether it is rich or poor.Only when they enjoy the process of absorbing can they experience the taste of it.

"I'm not reconciled!" The woman tore the dementor's robe, and the robe added a few more cracks under her tearing.When all the joy was gone, the Dementor opened its black hole-like mouth and offered the Dementor Kiss.

"Vol-de-mo...a man." A tear overflowed from the woman's eyes.Her loving, barely audible murmur.When the dementor let her go, the once beautiful woman fell to the ground.The most loyal follower of the Dark Lord lost his temperature on the icy stone floor, and slowly became cold until he became stiff...