HP: Embrace the Darkness

Chapter 448 vivid and vivid

The trust that almost cost one's life is so heavy that it weighs heavily on one's heart. It's hard not to be moved.

Snape didn't know what to say for a moment, so he walked forward in silence.

Aces followed his steps step by step, watching his nose and heart.

The two walked back to Hogwarts in silence.

"Professor Snape, Professor Cavendish, please wait a moment."

It was hard to find someone in such a big Hogwarts. Hermione was panting and catching up with Artes and Snape, holding her knees up to catch her breath.

"Deng... Principal Dumbledore asked you to go to the principal's office to find him now."

Hermione patted her chest to catch her breath, and watched Artes with concern. Seeing that his face didn't look like anything was wrong, her heart, which had been on tenterhooks all night, finally stabilized.

"Professor Cavendish, are you okay?"

Just looking at it with the naked eye, Hermione still felt uneasy and couldn't help but ask.

Cedric's shout last night scared many people, including her.

Asseth didn't understand her worries, "Should anything happen to me?"

Hermione's eyes widened, with a little bit of panic still remaining in her eyes, "Cedric said last night before he fell into coma that you blocked the Death Curse for him, and everyone was worried about you."

A death curse?

Cedric said it?

Artes looked at Snape subconsciously, not missing the fleeting and hidden worry in his eyes.

So the reason why Sif insisted on coming here last night was because he thought he was under the death curse and would die soon?

So what kind of mood did Xifu have to guard him all night?

Just thinking about it for a moment, Ass's heart started to throb, and he didn't dare to think about it any more.

"The Killing Curse didn't hit me." He lowered his eyes and explained to Snape by secretly explaining to Hermione, "If I'm not sure, I won't block it."

Snape was indifferent, neither looking at Asseth nor speaking, only looking at the end of the corridor in trance.

Sifu was still angry, but because of his health, he chose not to say anything.

Aces sighed inwardly.

Now was not the time to explain, so he dismissed Hermione who wanted to continue asking with a few words.

"Come on, let's go see Dumbledore."

Snape nodded and walked ahead alone.

Aces was one step behind him, stepping on his shadow and following him as he had done countless times before. He could see it as long as he turned around.

Snape's pace became slower and slower.

Suddenly, Asseth felt satisfied in his heart.

From the age of eleven to now, Snape finally no longer walked alone in the darkness. He erected a high wall in his heart to isolate himself from the world and had no desires or desires.

He will be angry because of his concealment, and he will also choose to hold it in out of worry.

He would speed up his pace because he was angry, or slow down awkwardly and wait for him to catch up.

So vivid and vivid.

So nostalgic.

……

In the principal's office, Dumbledore and Fudge were confronting each other. In the corner stood a gleaming Grindelwald, a silent Harry, and Professor McGonagall accompanying Harry.

There was a black dog lying under the principal's desk, sticking out its tongue and glaring at Fudge's feet.

Faced with Fudge's stubborn belief that Voldemort's return was just a rumor, the greatest white wizard of this century finally lost his patience.

"Everyone heard his voice, including the officials under you, Fudge. Do you still think you can get away with it by pretending to be deaf and mute?"

The powerful wizard's deep eyes were like a sharp knife cutting through Fudge's protective film, revealing the cowardly and incompetent person he tried so hard to hide.

He was instantly furious.

"Who knows if this is a trick you all colluded with? What do you want, Dumbledore? Do you want my position? Your ambition has never stopped. Do you know it yourself?"

Fudge yelled in a sharp tone.

Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched. Before he could say anything, Grindelwald exploded.

Ambition?

What kind of ambition do you have?

This was a stab at his lungs and a stab at Dumbledore's heart. It was so difficult for him to let this word disappear from their lives temporarily, but this idiot Fudge actually mentioned it again!

Do you want to harm him?

"Really Fudge? Do you want to die?" Grindelwald stared at Fudge with murderous eyes, his hand seemed to be resting on the wand, ready to go.

"Who are you? You want to take action now?" Fudge yelled noisily, attacking indiscriminately, "How dare you, a little professor, talk to me like this?"

Grindelwald, who had not been provoked for many years, raised his eyebrows with interest and was overcome by a strong aura.

"You -" Fudge stopped talking, his face turned red, and he glanced at Grindelwald fearfully.

"Dumbledore, is this yours? It seems that you no longer hide your ambitions?"

Fudge had an "I knew it was like that" look on his face.

"That's enough, don't speak yet." Dumbledore looked at Fudge, but his words were addressed to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald refused to keep his mouth shut.

It seems that he gained some sense of accomplishment from Dumbledore's instigation of Grindelwald's retreat, and Fudge felt a little more confident when facing this wise old man.

"Dumbledore, I think you are getting old and should have a good rest." Fudge hinted at Dumbledore's beard and shook his head. The meaning was self-evident.

Dumbledore was unmoved and lightly threw out a trump card, "The alchemy props used in the final match of the Triwizard Tournament are all made by the alchemy professor of Hogwarts, Professor Cavendish. ."

Fudge's expression twisted, he forced out an ugly smile, and said lightly, "We are talking about your problem now."

"But all the results we heard came from Professor Cavendish, and he himself was at the scene. His words should be regarded as evidence."

Fudge's expression became even more distorted and ugly, and he was breathing heavily, with anger flowing in and out of his breath.

"so what?"

"I have asked the students to find him and Professor Snape, and I guess they are on their way here now."

Dumbledore's estimate was accurate. As he finished speaking, the door to the principal's office opened.

"Are we late?"

Aces and Snape walked in side by side.

Seeing them, the aura of confrontation between Dumbledore and Fudge slowly disappeared, a smile appeared on his face again, and he happily said to Artes: "It's not too late, it's just right."

Not only did he speak, he also stared at Fudge meaningfully.

Fudge's face looked extremely ugly.

Artes pretended not to know that there was something obviously wrong between the two of them, "What does Dumbledore want from us?"

"Yes, something happened." Dumbledore also ignored Fudge, "I almost forgot to ask, did Professor Cavendish go to St. Mungo's to meet Cedric?"

"To see Cedric?"

Artesi resisted the urge to turn his head and observe Snape's expression, with a slight doubt appearing on his face.

Although Dumbledore was surprised that Artes didn't seem to know about this, he didn't take it to heart.

After all, everything is trivial compared to Voldemort.

"Cedric would like to meet you."

"I may not be very free recently."

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