HP: Embrace the Darkness

Ron and Hermione stopped, but the muttering from the other young wizards continued.

"Do you think she is really related to..."

"With what?"

The little wizard who spoke was scrupulous and did not dare to say those words.

Draco curled his lips in disdain and deliberately raised his voice, "Isn't it just a pink toad? Is there anything you dare not say? Can she still hurt you at Hogwarts?"

With the first one taking the lead, the other little wizards also had the courage to speak out.

"She looks exactly like the name given by Professor Gavin, pink..."

"Hahahahahaha."

The students below let out low laughter.

When Snape heard their laughter, he glanced at them with his cold and stinging eyes, and they immediately fell silent again, pretending to stare at the cauldron seriously.

Damn Gavin!

Umbridge clenched her fists and dug her pink nails into her palms.

She hated Gavin for giving her the nickname.

If Susanna were here, she would tell Umbridge not to say a person's name in broad daylight, otherwise she might see him the next second.

"I seem to hear someone calling my name?"

Gavin smiled, with a ferocious scar, and poked his head out of the open door, and his first sight locked onto Umbridge standing next to Snape.

"Professor Umbridge, aren't you the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Why are you in the Potions classroom?"

No tactful question came out of his mouth.

Umbridge's face turned dark instantly.

"Professor Gavin, I warn you——"

Her voice ended abruptly under Gavin's raised and glowing wand.

The classroom, where there was still a faint sound, suddenly fell silent. Everyone was looking at Gavin and his wand, except the Potions Master, who was in a calmer mood.

Gavin seemed unaware of their silence, and the smile on his face became more enthusiastic, "Oh, Professor Umbridge, what are you trying to warn me about? Tell me?"

How dare Umbridge speak ill of him now? She laughed dryly and moved towards the door calmly.

"I remembered that there is one more thing I need to do, and that is not to disturb Professor Snape's class here."

Gavin watched Umbridge's movements with a smile and did not stop her, letting her squeeze through the crack in the door and disappear into the Potions classroom.

"Professor Snape, excuse me."

Considering the occasion, Gavin didn't say much, just nodded politely to Snape and left the Potions classroom, chasing Umbridge to the next classroom.

In fact, Gavin had many ways to stop Umbridge from going to the classroom to harass the professor, disrupt order, provoke conflicts, and look for the crown.

But he didn't know why he disliked Umbridge so much, so he chose the most disgusting and troublesome way - to follow her every day.

Of course, this method is also the safest and will never cause problems.

At the end of the day, as many classrooms as Umbridge went to, Gavin followed her to as many classrooms as possible, forcefully blocking every word Umbridge said.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The office decorated in pink was filled with angry curses and the sound of things exploding. In just two minutes, everything that could be smashed in the office was smashed.

After venting her anger, Umbridge's anger that had been building up all day finally subsided a little.

"No, I can't do anything with this person here. I have to drive him away, or..."

Umbridge had a fierce look in her eyes, simulating various ways to drive Gavin away or kill Gavin in her mind, and then quickly formulated a plan.

She resented Gavin deeply. Just thinking about the scene where Gavin was about to be cut into pieces by her, she couldn't help but burst into a bright smile. Even her mood changed from the previous gloomy mood. She hummed happily and packed up. A messy office.

The wind in the rainforest in October is still muggy and hot.

Aces was hiding in the tent, looking sadly at the buzzing mosquitoes outside, which spread continuously to the crown of the five-meter tree.

The climate of the rainforest is humid, and it is easy to breed a considerable number of mosquito swarms after rain.

It rains almost every day in the rainforest.

No, there had just been a light rain in the afternoon, breeding countless mosquitoes. These newly born mosquitoes flew everywhere, and if they were not careful, they would leave their hickeys on any creature they could bite.

Unfortunately, without furry fur as a defense, Artes and Voldemort are the most delicious food in the eyes of mosquitoes that will not get stuck in their mouths.

Artes didn't know what the situation was like on Voldemort's side, but he thought it wouldn't be any better than him.

After all, he used so much magic power to drive away mosquitoes and kill mosquitoes, but it was still of no use. Those mosquitoes seemed to have drunk fake wine, and they went crazy when they caught him.

He couldn't kill them all, he couldn't kill them, and it was hard to defend himself when he went out. If he wasn't careful, he would be all over him. Asseth simply hid in the tent and wouldn't go out for the time being.

It's true that he wanted to go back early, but he didn't want to go back with a mosquito-like face. This would damage his image too much. If he was disliked, the gain would outweigh the loss.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed to Asseth. Not only did he stay in the tent to avoid mosquitoes, he also found clean clothes to take a shower and wash himself, making sure to protect his image.

Compared with him, Voldemort, who had no tent to avoid mosquitoes, couldn't even describe it as "miserable".

Every time the zigzag wand is waved, it emits a green light and makes a sharp sound.

But the mosquitoes were too small and would dodge along the wind, so the Death Curse couldn't hit them at all.

Occasionally hit, the properties of the Death Curse make them instantly killed and wounded, and mosquito corpses are scattered like fine salt, forming a dense pile of corpses on the ground.

But it was of no use. There were countless mosquitoes buzzing and waiting not far away. As long as there was space in front, they would be filled by the next batch.

It is truly endless killing.

Resistance was impossible. Voldemort could only think of ways to add defense to his body. He had five or six layers of armor spells to protect himself.

Even so, mosquitoes still made holes in the protective shield formed by magic power.

Individually, they may only survive for a second, but when they are united, they are the most powerful warriors who are not afraid of life and death.

You can use your numerical advantage to eat up their abilities like a natural disaster.

The iron armor curses were shattered one after another.

Voldemort had no choice but to retreat, while replenishing his spells, and then looking for a suitable place to stay, hiding first to avoid the mosquitoes going crazy.

After climbing over a tree trunk that was almost thicker than a human waist, Voldemort had an idea when he saw a hole dug by an unknown creature on the side of the tree.

Why didn't he hide in a tree hole and wait for the mosquitoes to leave before leaving?