HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor McGonagall spoke first.

"Voldemort must not stay in Hogwarts! Hogwarts is a place for young wizards to learn, not a place for Voldemort to train dark wizards and Death Eaters!"

Professor Sprout nodded in agreement, and then she asked an extremely crucial question.

"But if we drive him away for no reason, will he target Severus?"

The whole room fell silent.

Professor Sprout paused for a few seconds to give Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick time to answer, but no one said anything. She had expected it, but she couldn't help but sigh before continuing.

"Also, how do we get rid of him? I'm not doubting our strength, but the body he uses belongs to Severus. I think it's difficult for us to aim the wand at him. What if we accidentally hurt him?"

Another good question.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at each other, finding confusion and worry in each other's eyes, and immediately lowered their heads in tacit understanding.

Dumbledore had been listening carefully to the discussion of several professors throughout the process. Seeing that they seemed to be unable to reach a conclusion, he crossed his hands and pointed out another way to everyone with a smile.

"Is there a possibility that we don't need to get rid of the free Potions Professor? I know Tom, since he comes to Hogwarts, there must be a purpose that he must complete, just like last time, his purpose was to capture Go Harry.

We really can't drive him away directly, but if we think about it in another direction, why do we want to drive him away? We only need to make him so busy that he can't take time to complete the task, and we can temporarily stabilize him. So the only question remains is how to bring the two back together. "

After hearing Dumbledore's analysis, Professor Sprout glanced thoughtfully at Professor McGonagall, who was deep in thought, and vaguely guessed something.

"But we can't exchange souls." Professor Flitwick felt that this task was not as easy as driving away Voldemort without any harm, and said with a sad face.

"We don't have to worry about this problem. The professor told me that Voldemort will take the initiative to find ways to get him back, so the last problem doesn't exist. We just need to stabilize him."

Aces explained briefly to everyone.

The little white tiger, who was led by Professor Flitwick, tilted his head, raised his paws in a decent manner, and swung his tail behind him in response to Artes's words.

"Stabilize him?" Professor McGonagall murmured again. When she looked up, she found that everyone was looking at her. The witch's face twisted for a moment. She pointed at herself and asked in disbelief, "Shall I go?"

"There is no better choice than you."

Professor Sprout smiled gently.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been at odds with each other. It is most appropriate for the head of Gryffindor to target the head of Slytherin. Besides, Minerva, you are still the vice-principal. It is only appropriate to avenge a public and private feud."

Flitwick looked around and raised his hand, "I can help too. I can't leave everything to Minerva. She also needs to rest."

Dumbledore coughed with a guilty conscience, feeling that Professor Flitwick understood him.

"Actually, I recommend that Minerva complete this matter alone. There are fewer people and it will not be easy to be exposed."

Artes pondered for a moment, denied Professor Flitwick's words, and then explained, "Minerva and the professor had a conflict just the day before. Even if it didn't appear natural at this time, it was normal."

Professor Flitwick hesitated and frowned, "But Minerva..."

"Pomona and Aces are right. I am the most suitable candidate. I will neither arouse his vigilance nor let the students find out the clues."

Ever since he knew that he was going to act to face Voldemort, Professor McGonagall, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted Professor Flitwick, and then raised his hand to push down Professor Flitwick, who was about to move. The tension on his face no longer existed. Replaced by calmness.

"There is no doubt that I have more experience fighting Severus than you. I just need to argue with him as usual, or go a little too far, and there will basically be no problem."

Professor Sprout gently shook her hand to encourage her, "Minerva, I'm here when you need help."

"Yes, I also agree with Minerva and Mr. Cavendish."

Dumbledore, who had been watching for a long time, tapped the table, looked around at the professors, and said with a smile.

He knows these colleagues who have worked together for many years. It can be said that among the many professors at Hogwarts, except for him and Snape, they are all honest people. It is better to let them fight than to let them act.

Professor Sprout was very self-aware. Hearing this, he nodded in agreement.

Although Professor Flitwick was a little regretful that he couldn't help, he still understood what Artes, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore meant, and he didn't press any further. He only said that he could come to him when he needed help.

Professor McGonagall did not be polite to Professor Flitwick and directly agreed.

They have been friends for many years, so they don't worry about causing trouble to each other, not to mention that it concerns Severus, not her alone.

Dumbledore looked at them with relief, his smile getting deeper and deeper, mixed with a bit of relief.

Seeing this smile, the little white tiger synchronized the picture to the other side, and was ordered by his master to sit next to Dumbledore.

In response to the owner's words, it moved to Dumbledore's side angrily, sat down, then turned around and pointed its butt at Dumbledore, vowing to prevent its owner from coming into contact with the annoying person.

Artes in Malfoy Manor couldn't see Dumbledore. He shook his head helplessly and complained to Snape beside him: "It's not good for the Patronus to be too smart. It has a much bigger temper than me."

Snape's eyes were a little vacant. When he heard Artes' voice, he barely came back to his senses. He didn't hear what Artes said clearly, so he responded perfunctorily.

Artes knew what he was thinking and thoughtfully did not disturb him, instead harassing Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"What's the matter? Mr. Cavendish."

Dumbledore asked warmly.

However, his eyes always fell on the three professors who were chatting endlessly about how to deal with Voldemort. It was a rare rudeness and he did not look at Artes who was speaking.