HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape walked into the classroom at the ten minute mark.

As soon as he walked in, all the whispers and the sounds of moving tables and chairs disappeared instantly.

"Open the textbook to page 281."

The feeling of oppression quickly spread to the whole place, a feeling familiar to the little wizards.

No matter what they were doing one second, they would reflexively follow Snape's words in the next second, hurriedly opening their textbooks, holding quills and getting ready to go.

Snape stood on the podium and scanned the audience.

When he glanced at Draco, who had piercing eyes, he paused for a moment without any trace, and then gently led him away.

"Vitality tonic, I believe some of you here have the capital to use it. Of course, this does not mean that you can refine it."

Snape's eyes focused on Harry.

Apparently, the particularly vindictive Potions Master still remembered whose mouth the potion that cost him so much thought went into whose mouth last night.

After a while, he looked away.

"But it's a pity that no matter whether you have enough IQ or not, you must learn to refine this potion, because in the OWL exam, there will be no examiner who can... tolerate your stupidity like me."

After the sarcastic opening remarks, Snape began to teach in earnest.

Draco, who was asking for help, quickly put away the letter and listened carefully to the lecture, making sure to lay a good foundation for asking for help.

Hermione, who saw his movements, was not to be outdone, and stared at Snape with almost bright eyes.

I don't know whether it was because of their influence or because they felt a sense of oppression after hearing about the OWL exam. Others were much more serious than before. Even Ron and Harry stared at Snape without fear of a knife.

Their focused eyes, which were very different from the past, caught Snape's attention. While he was teaching, he observed and wondered if there was something wrong with him.

Thinking of the morning's mischief, he became more and more suspicious, and class became torturous.

After finally waiting for the little wizard's practical session, Snape quickly arranged everything, walked to the back of the classroom with a gloomy face, and pretended to observe the whole audience.

Then, under the cover of the black robe, he quickly and covertly checked whether there were any traces on his body.

However, no.

The exposed neck is clean, as are the hands.

The Potions Master, who couldn't find the reason, frowned and glanced at the young wizards inquiringly.

In the end, he couldn't find the reason. He rudely blamed everything on the pressure of the OWL exam. These brainless students finally discovered their shortcomings and began to try to save them.

Not too stupid, Snape commented.

Even though he came, he didn't intend to leave, so he continued to exert pressure with his eyes at the back of the classroom.

The little wizards felt the increasing pressure from the eyes behind them, and they all wanted to cry without tears.

While stirring the liquid in the crucible cautiously, I prayed that the Potions Master would leave quickly.

It's a pity that Snape couldn't hear their inner wails. He observed their movements with sharp eyes, noted down the problems in their movements, and prepared to correct them later.

Halfway through the practical time, the Potions Professor who had put great pressure on the little wizards finally left - he started picking on them one by one, starting with Harry Potter.

The Potions Professor, who was still holding a grudge, walked towards Harry aggressively. Harry shook his hand and all the slug mucus that was supposed to be added was shaken out.

"Fuck-"

Green smoke rose, blurring the faces of Harry and Ron next door.

Then there was black smoke.

The potion inside was too viscous and stuck to the pan and became burnt.

The first pot of scrapped potion appears in this lesson.

Harry looked desperate.

As soon as Snape arrived, he watched as the good potion in Harry's cauldron quickly exploded into an unknown object after he arrived.

He only had time to throw out a "clean" one.

Looking at the scrapped potion and then at the desperate Harry, Snape's face suddenly dropped.

Is this a problem with him? Damn it Potter, he hasn't gone after those potions yet! ! !

"An unexpected move, Mr. Potter. No normal person would be unable to control his hands."

Harry gave a false smile.

If you don't come, I'll take control.

Even without using Legilimency, Snape could read these words on Harry's face.

"Very good. It seems that Mr. Potter is very proud of his masterpiece in class. In that case..."

Snape drew out his voice softly.

"Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrupting the order of the class. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor. If you have a bad attitude when admitting a mistake, you will be deducted ten points from Gryffindor."

The entire potions classroom fell into deathly silence.

The Slytherin students looked at the Gryffindor students with gloating eyes, oh, thirty points!

Draco was shocked but also felt a little bit proud. Thirty minutes later, it had to be their dean! Just ask any other professor who dares to deduct points like this.

Gryffindor was in deep despair.

But what they were disappointed about was not the deduction of points, but the fact that Harry made the Potions Professor angry, and it was Gryffindor who suffered the most in this period.

You must know that it is the Potions Professor's character to be angry.

This class is probably not going to be easy.

They sighed sadly.

Hermione glared at Harry angrily.

She earned most of the Gryffindor points, and she only got ten extra points for her hard work in a class.

It's better this time, thirty points are gone all of a sudden.

Harry felt that unusual irritability again. He looked around, feeling the different sights in all directions, and an inexplicable desire for destruction arose in his heart.

So annoying! So annoying!

"close--"

Ron covered Harry's mouth in time.

Merlin! Didn’t you see that the old bat’s face turned black? Don't look at him, it's not him who scolded you.

Ron lowered his head, not daring to look at Snape's face, and dragged Harry back to his position, anxiously awaiting Snape's trial.

Unexpectedly, Snape didn't say anything, "cleaned" the remains of the table and left.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron said quickly while Snape was leaving.

Harry's blood had cooled down and he was terrified. He lost control again.

"Harry?" Ron pushed Harry.

"I'm fine, thank you, Ron." Harry came back to his senses and thanked Ron.

Hermione looked at the abnormal Harry thoughtfully, silently paying more attention to Harry.

After picking on Harry, Snape didn't feel relaxed, but felt even heavier.

Hermione could detect something was wrong with Harry, not to mention being a keen double agent. Combined with what happened last night, Snape had some bad premonitions.

He walked over to Draco and checked the potion in the cauldron, observing Harry out of the corner of his eye.

Noticing the unconscious anger in Harry's eyes, his heart beat faster.

As a Death Eater, Snape knew this look all too well, it was Voldemort.