HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore smiled gratefully at Professor Sprout, then raised his hand and pointed at the blue light.

"Arces' patron saint has been following Severus. It made a move to rush out just now, but suddenly hid back."

"I guess Artes is controlling it now. Artes is more worried about Severus than any of us. If something happens to Severus, he will never stand idly by, so I am more inclined to think that Severus is fine. Voldemort Maybe he’s testing something.”

Professor Flitwick tilted his head in confusion and blinked. Why could he understand every word Albus said but not when they were put together?

What does it mean that Asses is more anxious than them?

What does it mean to be unable to stand idly by?

They had known Severus for so many years, how could they not be as good as Artes, whom they had known for several years?

Dumbledore knew from the look on Professor Flitwick's face that he hadn't figured it out yet, so he regretted accidentally letting it slip.

No, Pomona and Minerva are here too.

These two people had suspected it before, and now he personally provided evidence.

Dumbledore looked at the two ladies with despair.

Professor Sprout had expected it and was not surprised at all when he found Dumbledore looking at them and giving them a reproachful look.

How unkind that you kept it from us for so long.

The little hope in Dumbledore's heart was shattered, and he squatted back to his original position and thought about life with the confused Professor Flitwick.

Professor Sprout quietly pulled down Professor McGonagall's sleeve and happily went to share the gossip with her good friend.

See, I'm just saying their relationship isn't right.

Professor McGonagall was in a daze.

His mind was filled with what Dumbledore had just vowed: "Arces is more worried about Severus than we are" and "won't stand idly by".

So the Pomona gossip...is true?

As soon as this idea came out, it was like a thunder that struck Professor McGonagall dizzy.

She looked blankly at Snape, then at the white tiger Patronus who flashed into a light bulb, and fell into deep thought in silence.

Professor Sprout did not expect that her ability to accept was so poor, so he had to give her some time to accept it.

Looking again, Professor Flitwick was squatting there with a confused look on his face. He still doesn't understand what happened.

Once you know what's going on, it might be even harder to accept than Professor McGonagall.

After much thought, she settled for the next best thing and approached Dumbledore, the gossip whistleblower.

"Albus, when did you know they were together?"

Dumbledore dared not speak.

When can it be.

Of course it was when Severus revealed that the two of them were together all day and night.

Of course it was when Asseth told him that he loved Severus in front of him.

Of course it was when I visited the cellar and accidentally saw the two of them kissing.

It was only now that he recalled it that Dumbledore realized that he knew so early and knew so much.

When Professor Sprout saw that Dumbledore was silent and had a look of emotion on his face, he had no choice but to try his best to test it himself.

"I guess... it was Arthas who chased Severus. The two have been together for a while. Severus's previous uncertainty must have something to do with Artese?"

Dumbledore remained silent.

Professor Sprout didn't mind his silence and continued speaking softly.

"Albus, I found that Professor Bagshot seems to be a little special to you. As long as we get close to you, he will stare at us until we leave. And your eyes seem to be paying attention to him at all times. Are you together? ? Or is the old love rekindling?"

! ? ?

Stop talking, stop talking, all four of them will have their underwear stripped off.

Dumbledore was horrified and did not dare to let Professor Sprout speak anymore, so he quickly gestured to her.

I hope she can be merciful and spare the lives of the four of them.

Of course, the most important thing is his life.

If Artes and Snape were to find out that his casual talk revealed their relationship, his Potions Master would run away with someone else, leaving no trace of his hair behind.

Professor Sprout knew from Dumbledore's reaction that most of what she said was right.

She shook her head and said with emotion: "You guys are really having fun, office romance, underground love, why is no one willing to tell us?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, does it matter whether I tell you or not? They were almost stripped clean.

But... before that, he didn't even know that he had a talent for intelligence work.

Dumbledore's eyes changed when he looked at Professor Sprout.

Professor Sprout smiled gently.

Dumbledore looked away instantly - he didn't want to be the center of gossip just yet.

Just when everyone had different expressions, a different light came from below, a green one, which reflected on the people's faces, as if they were covered with a green mask.

Professor Flitwick broke away from the daze just now, stood on tiptoes to look at the situation below, and murmured to himself when he saw the crazily glowing Voldemort below.

"I swear, I've never seen so many, so bright, killing curses in my life."

Almost overwhelming the blue of the sky.

Professor McGonagall looked solemn and did not answer Professor Flitwick's words.

Professor Sprout didn't understand one thing, so after hesitating for a long time, she asked.

"Albus is right, he will not be hurt, but I can't figure out what he is testing? Us? Does he know we are following him?"

While staring at the battle below, Dumbledore concentrated on answering Professor Sprout's question, "Unfortunately, I did not find the answer."

At this time, it suddenly became quiet below.

Ignoring the previous question, the four people hurriedly went to see what was happening below.

In the middle of the valley, Voldemort was seen holding a wand in one hand and walking slowly among the giant eight-legged spiders.

Opposite him, the huge and old Acromantula Aragog fell into a deep sleep forever, with no chance of waking up.

Voldemort walked up to the Acromantula, which looked slightly smaller than Aragog.

"Now, do you still want to lead your tribe to fight against me?"

The Acromantula was silent for a long time before slowly lying down, "I choose to surrender."

With the first, there will be a second.

Soon, all the Acromantulas lay down and surrendered to Voldemort.