HP: Embrace the Darkness

At the door of the school infirmary, Snape stopped and turned back, raising his eyebrows maliciously.

"If I guess correctly, Professor McGonagall doesn't know about the lemon sorbet hidden behind the mural?"

Eh! How did Severus know!

Dumbledore was heartbroken and opened his mouth to say something, but Madam Pomfrey was standing aside, staring at him eagerly.

He didn't dare to stop him, and could only watch as Snape finished threatening him, said goodbye to Madam Pomfrey, and left gracefully.

He hid it so well, but he was still discovered. Now, everything is gone.

Dumbledore was consumed with grief over losing his last dessert.

Madam Pomfrey looked at the door and suddenly felt a little relieved, "Severus, this kid seems a little different."

Dumbledore imitated her movements and said to himself, "Yes, I just don't know if this change is good or bad?"

The instruments in her hands collided and made a crisp sound. The gentle Madam Pomfrey was rarely a little serious.

"No matter what, it's a good thing for him to be happy, no matter who it is."

She spoke quietly, but Dumbledore could hear the witch's displeasure.

"That's right, otherwise all Gryffindor points will be deducted from him."

Dumbledore agreed with the witch with a smile.

The sound of voices disturbed the sleeping patient, and Harry opened his eyes in confusion.

"Well……"

The comfortable bed and warm light made him feel a little dazed. The next second, his body that was lying smoothly bounced up, like a panicked deer, looking around in horror.

"Relax, Harry, you're safe now."

The old man's gentle voice appeared at the right time, soothing his tense nerves, and Harry slowly relaxed.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"It's me. Although it's not good to disturb your rest now, I have to think about Hogwarts."

"Can you tell me what happened in the basement?"

Harry was still a little confused, and it took him a while to realize what he meant.

"of course."

……

Unlike the chaos Snape expected, everything was peaceful in the cellar.

There was an eerie calmness as the fire swayed. Snape scanned every inch of the cellar, but did not see the little white tiger.

Finally, his eyes stopped at the door, staring intently at his Miss Medusa.

Miss Medusa has been trying to figure out the potion master recently, and she feels that it has been very effective.

Seeing that he finally looked over, excitement flashed through his cold vertical pupils, and he asked for credit again and again.

"He is in your bedroom, Dean."

Upon hearing its words, Snape frowned and hurried to the bedroom.

The bedroom was the same as when he left, except for a white figure on the plain and pure color bed.

Snape approached silently and looked coldly at the little white tiger sleeping sprawled out on his pillow.

In his sleep, the little white tiger, which was being chased by a monster and running away like crazy, suddenly felt a chill, then stepped on the air and fell into a bloody mouth.

He jumped up suddenly and happened to bump into the outstretched hand of the potion master. The little white tiger's eyes lit up, and he immediately hugged the slender hand with two paws and began to complain.

The cub's chirping sounded aggrieved, and its tail swung vigorously.

Snape shook off his paw stiffly, "You are a tiger, not a dog. Don't swish your tail like that stupid dog."

The little white tiger tilted his head, looked at Snape confusedly with his big watery eyes, and then stepped forward tentatively.

The dexterous tail wrapped around the well-jointed hand, and the fine hairs rubbed against the skin, causing a slight itchiness. The Potions Master shrank his fingers subtly.

He stared at the little white tiger for a long time, and only came back to his senses when the little white tiger wondered why he didn't move and licked his hand.

As if he was burned, he pulled his hand away hard, throwing the little white tiger and staggering down on the bed.

"Don't go to my bed. If you do it again, I will throw you out of the cellar myself."

The big black bat warned the little white tiger word by word, and the cold eyes made the little white tiger shrink back and bow down to him.

Snape didn't understand the tiger's habits, but he could still understand such obvious movements.

He nodded with satisfaction, grabbed the little white tiger by the back of his neck and lifted him out.

"Nina."

The house elf Nina appeared in response and looked at Snape respectfully.

"Is there anything Professor Snape needs from me?"

Snape nodded, raised his hand and threw the little white tiger onto the sofa, "Prepare some food for him."

Nina looked at the little white tiger in surprise, a little hesitant.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape, can I take a look at this little white tiger? He seems a bit familiar to me."

Someone invades your territory!

The little white tiger arched his body, bared his teeth and roared fiercely at Nina.

A tiger is a tiger after all, and even its immature roar carries the intimidation of a superior.

Nina was so frightened that she froze in place. She raised her eyes and met the cold and ruthless beast's eyes, which made her take a step back in fright.

"Quiet."

Snape looked at the little white tiger expressionlessly, and the little white tiger's arrogant aura gradually weakened.

The sound of "snoring" at Snape seemed to contain a lot of confusion and grievance.

Snape was equally puzzled, but he knew Legilimency, so it was not difficult to sense his general mood and meaning.

With the help of Legilimency, Snape quickly understood what the little white tiger meant. He raised his eyebrows and told Nina.

"Now prepare the food and bring it over. Don't stay too long. This tiger is territorial."

Nina agreed and left, while Snape turned to look at the little white tiger coldly.

"This is my cellar. It's best to curb your territoriality. There won't be a next time."

"Hululu~Hululu"

"Shut up."

Snape pulled out a book and sat down on the sofa.

The little white tiger refused to listen and kept calling beside him. Seeing that the potion master ignored him, he climbed onto his lap and covered his book tightly.

Snape pushed him away impatiently and resisted the thought of throwing him out, "Sit tight or I will throw you out."

The little white tiger was very sensitive to the word "throw out", so he lay down beside Snape's lap obediently and looked at him obediently.

The warm body of the little animal pressed against his thigh, bringing an unfamiliar feeling, which made Snape a little distracted.

He frowned and reached out to move the little white tiger away, but the little white tiger's claws were firmly stuck on the sofa. Not only could it not be pushed away, but it also drew several threads on the sofa.

The rolled up silk thread aroused the little white tiger's instinct, and he stretched out his paw to pull it again.

"Shira..."

His eyes lit up and he found pleasure in it. Now he didn't need Snape to push him. He got up on his own and sharpened his claws on the sofa.

Time after time, many rough hair balls were scratched on the sofa.

Snape thought that the magic would be restored anyway, and as long as he didn't bother him, it wouldn't matter if he scratched the sofa twice.

But he underestimated the little white tiger's patience and restlessness.