HP: Embrace the Darkness

The young wizards at Hogwarts have been having a hard, very, very hard time lately.

Specific manifestations include but are not limited to: being scolded in class, being scolded after class, being scolded for turning in homework late, being scolded for turning in homework early, and being scolded for not turning in homework.

If things go on like this, they sometimes even suspect that they will be scolded for taking an extra breath of fresh air.

The thought of implicit complaint was dismissed by the frightened little wizard as soon as it came up.

This is absolutely nonsense.

The little wizards looked serious and tried their best to avoid any behavior that would get them scolded.

Now let alone night tour, they don't even dare to think bad words now.

I'm just afraid that if I accidentally say it in front of the Potions Master one day after thinking about it, it will be over.

This kind of heartfelt behavior, in the words of the Weasley twins, means that they have to be baptized by the venom of the Potions Professor every day, and their souls are sublimated.

Many young wizards did not comment on this, and just wandered around Hogwarts every day, taking notes, and then exchanging information in the lounge and classrooms.

They did all this just to confirm one thing - which bastard made their Potions Professor so angry! ! !

Did you know they have to attend Potions class every day?

Did you know they have to face their Potions Master every day!

The little wizards were shouting in their hearts, but their bodies were walking to the potions classroom.

It won't work if you don't go. If you go, at least there will be someone to share the firepower with. If you don't go, you will have to face the anger and venom of the Potions Professor on your own, which is not worth the loss.

Today is Monday, and unfortunately, Potions class is taught by Slytherin and Gryffindor.

They had breakfast and walked to the classroom together.

Along the way, there was silence.

The usually incompatible atmosphere between the two colleges became harmonious. Everyone's face showed the despair of facing the storm, and no one had the intention to quarrel.

When we reached the door of the potions classroom, everyone stopped. You looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at the same door as usual, but no one dared to move.

Draco, who was standing at the front of the Slytherins, didn't dare to move, so he turned his attention to Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were standing in front of the Gryffindors.

"Ladies first, please."

In a life-or-death situation, Master Malfoy was not in the habit of showing mercy to ladies, and pointed the finger directly at Hermione.

It was not without reason that he chose Hermione.

In the last class, everyone was scolded collectively. There were so many Slytherins, and counting Gryffindors, only Hermione had the courage to ask questions under the low pressure and death gaze of the Potions Professor.

"Why!"

Before Hermione could say anything, Ron, who was standing next to her, spoke up first.

Draco smiled disdainfully and looked Ron up and down, focusing on his lower body.

"It seems I need to call you Miss Weasley?"

Draco smiled disdainfully and arrogantly, and his sharp words reminded Ron of a not-so-nice person, and he instantly gave up the idea of ​​continuing to quarrel with Draco.

Hermione pulled the calm Ron behind and pushed open the door of the Potions classroom first.

There was no one inside, and all the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, including Hermione at the front.

She asked questions, but she still felt a lot of pressure facing the Potions Professor.

Hermione strode inside.

Others followed her in.

Not long after everyone sat down, the door of the potion room was pushed open and hit hard against the wall, making a sharp and ear-piercing impact.

The air pressure in the Potions classroom instantly reached its peak.

Snape threw a stack of papers on the table and looked at everyone with his sharp, cold eyes.

Every little wizard who was seen lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to look at him.

Snape sneered and pulled out a paper.

"I thought I had overestimated your brains enough, but I didn't expect you to tell me with facts that you have no brains at all like slugs."

After he finished cursing, he coldly threw away the paper in his hand, with Harry Potter's name clearly written on it.

"Look at your grades, Potter. If you say that others have no brains, then you are missing a lot of brains. You can actually write such stupid things. None of them are realistic. Why don't you just create a subject yourself? ?No matter how nonsense you talk, no one will care about you."

The paper happened to be thrown onto Harry's desk by Snape, and Harry carefully glanced at the grade on it - "T".

a bolt from the blue!

T is the worst one in the grade. No matter how bad he was, he always had a "D" before. Harry really didn't expect that this T would fall on him, and his face suddenly looked particularly embarrassed.

Snape ignored his aggrieved expression and continued to speak coldly to the other young wizards.

"Come up and collect the paper yourself, rewrite all the unqualified parts and hand it in tomorrow."

Hand it in tomorrow? How can this be.

You should know that the paper this time was long and difficult to write. It took them about a week to finish it.

Now I only have less than a day, so how can I finish writing it?

There was a wailing sound that dared not be angry but dared not speak.

After letting go of his depression, Snape felt a little better. He watched them come up to take away the papers with cold eyes, but he was thinking about something else.

Aces had been out of touch with him for almost four days.

At first, he was still angry, thinking that Asseth deliberately did not send the letter so that he would miss him, but after such a long time, this idea gradually disappeared.

Aces would not deliberately cut off contact for so long without writing a letter. The only explanation is that he was in danger.

Snape remembered that Artes's last letter was Voldemort's video, which proved that the two met in the rainforest, and Voldemort...

A distracted Potions Professor has even lower air pressure.

The little wizards thought they were being disliked by the Potions Professor because they were too slow, so they all speeded up and took away their papers, then disappeared immediately.

Snape hesitated to go to Cavendish Manor. Dewar didn't know as much as him. Gavin, the only one who might know the inside story, left Hogwarts.

If you want to know the specific information, you can only ask Joel in Cavendish Manor.

No amount of hesitation was insignificant compared to the fear caused by being disconnected for four days. Besides, even if he didn't want to go in person, there were other ways.

Snape looked at Draco and made a decision in his mind.

After a Potions class with extremely low pressure passed, Draco was left behind again.

With a look of despair, Master Malfoy stood obediently on the podium, desperately waiting for the Potions Professor's trial.

Every time I was left behind, nothing good happened.

Either he was implicated by his brother, or he was implicated by his brother. What was it this time?