HP: Embrace the Darkness

"I've said enough! Stop!"

Snape leaned against a tall tree in the maze and roared like a roar.

Aces stopped as he was told, and raised his hand to strengthen the magic spell he had just placed around him to ensure that no one would disturb their conversation.

Snape was holding Voldemort's body, unable to get too close to Artes. When he saw Artes stop, he tried to avoid it.

However, the space here is limited. No matter how much he hides, the distance between the two of them can only be one person at most, no more.

Aces actually has a sense of proportion.

Although the distance between the two exceeds social distance, it does not reach an intimate distance.

The two sides are still separated by a safe distance.

Snape was only confused when he cared, and his emotion of repelling Voldemort from approaching Artes outweighed his reason.

"Sev, don't worry. There is Dumbledore at Hogwarts. I have already informed him. No matter how old he is, he will not be able to recognize Voldemort." Artes tried his best to speak softly and calm Snape's emotions.

Snape raised his eyes and looked at him quietly with scarlet eyes, saying nothing.

Facing Asseth, the potion master found a different way to treat others. He didn't have to be weird, he didn't have to fight back with spikes all over his body, he only needed a look.

Ace understood and took a step back.

"Don't worry about how I get along with you. I don't plan to cheat physically. Of course, cheating mentally is also impossible. So I have to wrong you during this period. I will keep my distance from you, only for this period of time."

Snape's tense shoulders relaxed, "It seems that your brain can still make the right choice, rather than being reckless."

"The professor teaches well."

Aces raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

The sun broke through the clouds at this moment and fell behind him, shrouding him in golden light and making his smile appear wild and wanton.

"I am the professor's best student, and I was also trained by him..."

Lover.

-

Dumbledore stayed at Hogwarts all day today, sharing various affairs with Professor McGonagall.

He had left too much work behind, resulting in Professor McGonagall's workload far exceeding that of an average vice-principal, and he had to find time to take care of the particularly noisy Gryffindor little lions.

So accidentally, Professor McGonagall, who was too busy to touch the ground, broke out in silence.

Dumbledore was brought back to work by her, under supervision, and couldn't get off work until midnight.

The other two deans also agreed with Professor McGonagall's approach. Not only did no one of them want to say a good word for their principal, they also added insult to injury and took turns helping Professor McGonagall supervise the principal's work.

After Madam Pomfrey from the school infirmary found out about this, she checked the consumption of the tooth-health potion, slapped her thigh, and teamed up with Professor McGonagall to confiscate all the sugary foods in the principal's office.

The other professors were still fine.

It can be said that the Potions Professor who is not at Hogwarts for the time being and other professors have united the front.

However, Professor McGonagall believed that even if Snape were here, he would approve of their actions.

After reading the morning's letter, Dumbledore raised his head and secretly glanced at Professor Sprout who was carefully preparing teaching aids. Then, with lightning speed, he took out a small biscuit from the bottom of the table and stuffed it into his mouth without having time. Chewed it carefully and then spit it out.

Professor Sprout lowered his head and didn't notice it, but Phoenix Fox saw it and "chirped" and flapped its wings to complain.

Unfortunately, except for Dumbledore, no one else could understand what it was chirping.

When Professor Sprout heard the sound, he turned back to look at Fawkes who was flapping his wings and pointing at his belly to hint that Dumbledore was stealing food, and he suddenly realized.

"Merlin, are you hungry?"

She put down the precious potted plant in her hand, walked to the bird's nest, fumbled in her pocket for a few seconds, and took out a fragrant piece of dried meat.

"Eat, don't be hungry."

Fawkes smelled the fragrance and paused for a moment. Finally, the desire to complain prevailed. He moved his head with difficulty and continued to complain to Dumbledore.

Professor Sprout didn't understand. He seized the opportunity and stuffed the dried meat into Fox's mouth. Fox didn't react. He stirred it a few times while chirping. He was instantly conquered by the taste and took the dried meat away decisively. Enjoy your lunch.

Dumbledore, who had been on tenterhooks the entire time, fearing that Fox would succeed in exposing him, saw this scene and smiled.

Hehehe patted the crumbs of biscuits off his beard and randomly found a topic to change the subject.

"The rain has stopped outside, why hasn't Severus come back yet? Doesn't he still have classes in the afternoon?"

After hearing this, Professor Sprout looked out the window worriedly. The dark clouds outside had indeed dispersed, revealing a fresh and natural world after the rain.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Liu Bei arrived.

Aces's patron saint flew down from the sky, stopped outside the principal's office window, and met Professor Sprout's eyes, "This is... the tiger's patron saint?"

The patron saint of Assasi!

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, grabbed Fawkes and stuffed him into Professor Sprout's arms.

"Pomona, there is a problem now. Maybe I need your help. Fox told me that he still wants to eat dried meat like this. Oh, he is really greedy, are you right? Pomona."

The old man pushed Professor Sprout to the door at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

"Fox will remember your help, thank you, Pomona."

After saying that, he closed the door neatly.

The White Tiger Guardian also flew in at this time and stood at the principal's desk, tilting his head to look at the old man who was hurriedly seeing off guests.

Dumbledore plucked his beard tiredly, returned to his desk, took out a plate of biscuits, and looked at the little white tiger across the table, "Do you want to eat?"

The White Tiger Patron Saint seemed to have confirmed who the person in front of him was. He walked across the long table with reserved steps and sat in front of Dumbledore. His mouth opened, and Artes' voice came out of it.

"Principal Dumbledore, inside Silver is not Silver, but Voldemort."

Dumbledore stopped holding the cookie, and the atmosphere in the principal's office suddenly darkened.

After a while, Dumbledore let out a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and took off his glasses tiredly.

"A big problem."

Hogwarts cannot be without a Potions Professor, but it cannot have a Potions Professor with Voldemort's soul either.

"Trouble." Dumbledore murmured to himself, looking at the white tiger Patronus playing with the cookies, "Do you have any ideas? Mr. Cavendish."