[HP] Night Haze

Because he agreed to Mr. Malfoy's invitation before school started, Angelo followed his friend Draco to Malfoy Manor this Christmas holiday.Already having a vague sense of what might happen, Angelo didn't say much about his Christmas itinerary in front of his Gryffindor friends.Everyone except Draco thought he was home, and the platinum-haired boy didn't mention their pact to anyone.

After a good night's rest in the comfortably furnished guest room, Angelo, who had adjusted to the tiredness of the journey, felt quite different when he strolled through the corridors of the Malfoy Manor again.Maybe it was a change of mentality, maybe it was the friendly attitude of the Malfoy family that made Angelo start to calmly appreciate the heritage revealed in every aspect of the family's arrangement from the perspective of a simple guest.

What Lucius did to Angelo in the study two years ago was to force him to leave consciously. Angelo can now understand Mr. Malfoy's intentions at that time, but he still couldn't get rid of the embarrassment when facing the platinum nobleman. Can't handle it all at once.

At this time, the Christmas turkey on a silver plate exuded an alluring aroma, and the Malfoy family and his guest were already present.

"Let's wait for the last guest. He will be here soon." Mr. Malfoy took out his pocket watch, and the gorgeous arias flowed like musical notes. Angelo noticed that there was an extra set of tableware on the dining table, away from him The empty armchairs not far away were not unused.

Boom—a green flame rose from the fireplace, and a wizard in a black robe stepped out of the flame.

"Good evening." The familiar male voice sounded like a cello. Angelo raised his head and looked in that direction. The deep black eyes of the visitor met him directly.

"Merry Christmas, Godfather, you haven't spent Christmas with us for several years." The platinum-haired boy said excitedly, and the two wizards, one big and one small, looked at each other. Staggered eyes.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

"Good evening, Angelo." They wanted to get close, but there was still an unexplainable barrier between them.

"This is not Hogwarts, everyone can be more casual." The platinum noble looked relaxed, as if he didn't see the stiffness between the Potions professor and the blond boy.

"Please sit down, Severus, your seat is over there." After settling down the Potions Master's seat, Lucius smiled secretly in his heart, "You won't talk about potions class today, will you?" He glanced deeply at the Potion Master.

"This is not Hogwarts. I'm already on vacation, Lucius." The man with black hair and black eyes was not stupid, so he naturally saw the platinum nobleman's reminder.

"Merry Christmas, I hope to spend a good night with you." He raised his glass, exchanged toasts with them, and took a sip.Snape had been paying attention to the blond boy's reaction so much that he missed the sly upturn of the platinum aristocrat's mouth.

Bang——Before the dinner officially started, a green flame rose again in the fireplace.All eyes were on the fireplace, the smoke cleared, and the figure of the blond man in the red gown was revealed.

"Lockhart!" Seeing who it was, Snape looked at Lucius in surprise, and the platinum nobleman shrugged, showing the same surprise at the right time.

"It's Gilderoy, my dear Sif." Forget-me-not blinked at the potions master with blue eyes and corrected his address. Baron Lockhart walked up to the man he was going to trap with a bright smile on his face. Beside him, the dignified Mrs. Malfoy almost knocked over the wine glass.

"Ahem—welcome, Baron Lockhart." Although Narcissa was pleasantly surprised by the idol's arrival, the puzzlement and surprise on her face were exactly the same as Mr. Malfoy's.

"Your arrival surprised me." She asked her husband with her eyes while she said this. It's not that she didn't know anything about what was going on. The master was happy to finally find his home, but also felt a little disappointed in his heart.In order to ensure that while enjoying this good show, you will not be harmed.The Malfoys did a great job.

"Why did you appear here?" When the Potions Professor asked the blond man, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line. Without the permission of the master, the Floo Network cannot open this journey, so Snape finally cast doubtful eyes on the owner of the manor.

"I went to talk to Dumbledore about the contract for next year, and casually visited the lovely students who didn't go home for Christmas." Forget-me-not's blue eyes fell on the blond boy.

"Contract? What contract!" The Potions Professor's eyebrows twitched.

"Next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, that's not the point, Sev." The blond man sat calmly on the extra seat of the house elf, staying very close to the master of potions.

"I thought I could meet my favorite students and colleagues at school, but unfortunately I didn't get what I wanted." The blond man blinked ambiguously and smiled brightly. Here you go, Sev—use your office fireplace."

"Damn it, you can come into my office!" Snape said displeased, and now he realized that he had wronged his friend Lucius. The Malfoys and he knew about it.

"It's easy for me to get into your office - the portrait in front of your door, she is very interesting." Baron Lockhart was proud of his authority.

"I'll replace her when I get back," Snape responded immediately.

"Merlin, don't you want to see me!" The blond man's voice suddenly rose, and his bright smile suddenly became uglier than eating mustard-flavored Bibi multi-flavored beans.

"Have you hated me, Snape! Back then—"

"Ahem..." The platinum nobleman coughed twice, interrupting their interaction as if no one else was present. "Merry Christmas, let's start enjoying the sumptuous dinner that Merlin has given us, cheers, everyone!"

"Cheers!" The blond-haired man and the black-haired professor raised their glasses at the same time, and responded dignifiedly, but they had no image at all in front of the little wizards.

The Malfoys exchanged knowing smiles, Snape was not good at expressing his feelings, and leaving him to do things alone might screw things up.But as long as Baron Lockhart is there... In fact, everything they do is helping him.

After finishing the dinner in a harmonious atmosphere, the Malfoys withdrew gracefully and found an excuse to send away their baby dragon.The three guests who were left behind stared at each other, and no one planned to leave.They just spent time like this without taking the next step, and in the end Angelo took the initiative to speak.

"You -- are the Hogwarts rumors true!" The blond boy walked back and forth between the two adult wizards for a few times, his eyes flickering with anticipation.

"Angelo, we..." The Potions Professor's words got stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak clearly, making the Malfoys, who peeped at them with a magic mirror, worry about him in the bedroom.

"It is indeed so, Angelo. I think you will bless us?" Baron Lockhart pointed out the relationship between the two generously, without hesitation.

"Sev will be a good father!" He looked at Snape, but what Baron Lockhart responded to was the Potions Professor's extremely uncomfortable expression.

"Really?" With such a reluctant expression, Angelo's joy was extinguished.He always knew that the professor hid his feelings deeply and was not good at expressing them.But since he has already appeared here, why not frankly say what he most wants to hear?For this father, Angelo decided to help.What he lacks is not courage, but confidence.

"If you think I... please don't force it, I can live with my adoptive mother, as long as you are happy." The boy bit his lip with a twist of light, his sea blue eyes were full of melancholy, he pretended to be something I don't know, misinterpreting the meaning of the other party, intending to squeeze out the other party's true meaning.

"My surname can always be Burns, and it won't interfere with your life." The sea-blue eyes were covered with mist.

"What are you talking about, Angelo!" Lord Lockhart grabbed the boy's shoulders.

"I live a good life with Amelia, Dad." The tone of grievance was suppressed.

"Why! Are you planning to abandon me? - Or are you dissatisfied with Severus!" Baron Lockhart slashed at the Potions Master, the black-haired man's eyes were moved, and he clenched his fist secretly.

"I don't want to embarrass you because of my existence!" Angelo shook his head and denied it. "In the future, you will have children belonging to the two of you, and I..."

"You are our child! I was born with this bastard." Baron Lockhart finally began to be dissatisfied with the potion master.

"What!" Angelo looked at his Potions professor in amazement, and Snape's hesitant hand finally firmly grasped the blond boy, holding it so tightly that he was afraid of losing, his fingertips were cold.

"You are my son, Angelo." There was tension in the potions master's eyes.

"Really? Then why did you..." the blond boy's lips trembled.

"I'm sorry, Angelo, I'm just... too afraid of losing you all." Rough hands carefully caressed the boy's slightly curly soft blond hair.

"... us?" The boy was bewildered by the beautiful word.

"Yes, we. You and Gilderoy, and me, we will live together." It was a lifelong promise, the broad black robes enveloping the boy and Lord Lockhart, the potions master's shoulders warm And strong.

"I'm sorry, can you accept my incompetent father from today?" Snape finally said what he had always wanted to say, but couldn't.He will try his best to make up for them for the years he was not able to live together.

"You already knew that Snape was your father, didn't you?" At this tender moment, the male voice in the ring entered the boy's head. "Little guy, you really pretended. It's hard to imagine that with his character, he can make a promise now. I thought it would take a long time."

"Father." Angelo hugged Snape's waist back, not caring about the sourness that even the young Demon King didn't notice.

"Joy and family love are not fake." Angelo passed his feelings at this time into the ring. "I've never felt so at ease, Vidi. If only the feeling could be conveyed, I want to share with you, the beauty of this moment."

"Heh..." The young Demon King's tone froze proudly.

"Little guy—" he called softly, in a gentle tone he had never experienced before.

*****

On Christmas Day, in the ancestral home of the Lockhart family, a grumpy blond wizard leans on the sofa. He has entered the middle age of a wizard, but he is still young.The unfilial son who wandered abroad and became a well-known international writer always called him an old man, but so far, he still has the capital to charm countless young women.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Lockhart family is holding a photo. Every year his unfilial son will send me gifts at Christmas. This is the only connection between them since Gildero left this family.But this year's gift completely messed up Master Lockhart's heart.

"It's so much like Gilderoy's brat, this kid, I thought he sent me old photos, but—why is he wearing a Gryffindor school uniform!" Master Lockhart slapped the table violently, frightened The fairy on the tree flapped its transparent wings and hid in the pine bushes.The house elf, Kaka, has gotten used to his master's fiery temper, and he puts the steaming coffee on the dining table firmly without leaking a single drop.

"Today's Daily Prophet, master." The house elf showed the front page of the newspaper in front of Lord Lockhart, and the photo of Lord Lockhart on the newspaper waved to everyone with a smile on his face.

"Lockhart intends to re-enter Hogwarts to teach?" The blond patriarch snorted at the headline and read the news in the newspaper.

"Internationally renowned author Gilderoy Lockhart went to Hogwarts on Christmas, intending to teach again, but according to people familiar with the matter, Lockhart went to a certain Hogwarts after discussing the contract with the current headmaster, Dumbledore. The male professor's office was never left all night! It is rumored that they had an affair during their tenure, and Baron Lockhart once kicked down the door of the male professor's office, threatening to hold him responsible!"

"Pfft..." A sip of coffee sprayed the paper all over, and Master Lockhart stood up angrily and tore the newspaper to pieces. "Rita Skeeter, this woman! Contact the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet! I want her to write a public letter of apology! Ahem..."

"Master, please appease your anger..." The house elves serving at the side trembled in fear.

"And this photo!" Master Lockhart stuffed the Christmas gift from Nizi into the only calm Kaka hand, "Go and find out who he is!"

"Obey, my master." The elf bowed.

"Master, something serious happened, master!" At this moment, a house-elf who was in charge of guarding the door hurriedly rushed to Lord Lockhart.

"Master Gilderoy, he... brought a wizard and a blond boy to visit!"

"Crack—" The silver spoon used to drink oatmeal was broken by Master Lockhart...