HP: Embrace the Darkness

In the cellar, Voldemort sat in the darkness, thinking about where to find an opportunity to attack Dumbledore.

Two snakes were lying on the door, quietly monitoring the strange Head of Slytherin.

Miss Medusa has been the gatekeeper of the cellar since it was built. Every head of Slytherin has lived in the cellar. Therefore, she has seen more dark magic than the average wizard will see in a lifetime.

On the first day that Voldemort came back using Snape's body, he discovered that something was wrong with Snape.

Every professor who comes to work at Hogwarts will sign a soul contract with the principal. With this contract, the professor can exercise their rights, such as deducting points, freely entering and exiting the castle...

But no one except the Headmaster and the castle's products knew that the contract had another purpose.

Miss Medusa used Hogwarts Castle to examine Snape up and down, and found that this was not their Potions Professor at all, but an unknown soul that occupied the Potions Professor.

After many years of companionship, Miss Medusa had already become friends with Snape unilaterally. How could she allow a dirty and ugly soul to taint its friend.

Miss Medusa immediately woke up Morbidor and prepared to leave Snape's shell behind. At the critical moment, Dumbledore, who received a reminder from Artes, stopped them both.

Dumbledore was looking curiously at the unrecognizable cellar while taking out Artes' letter.

Above are Asses' words to comfort them.

The two snakes were silent for a long time after reading the letter.

Miss Medusa always remembered that it spent thousands of years in the dark in the cellar. During these thousands of years, it had never seen the outside world. It was Snape and Artes who took it to the Forbidden Forest.

That's when it sees the outside world.

And all this was brought to it by Snape and Aces.

Miss Medusa swung her tail fiercely, crawled down weakly, and secretly monitored Snape without alerting the snake as Artes said.

Mopidor is much simpler. It regards Asseth as its father and Snape as its master. It is willing to listen to what either of them has to say.

Seeing that the two snakes were so obedient, Dumbledore, who came to deliver the letter, took out the second letter.

The letter contained compliments and some advice.

Miss Medusa read it carefully, and worked with Morpido to put away all the things that should not be in the cellar to ensure that Voldemort would not find anything.

In the future, they also monitored Voldemort's every move day and night, and were then sent to Cavendish Manor by Morbidor through the magic circle left by Asseth.

Now, they are also monitoring.

Professor McGonagall, who was monitoring carefully, was walking in the distance.

Miss Medusa had no intention of guarding the door for an impostor, so Professor McGonagall flicked her tail and opened the cellar door for her as soon as she arrived.

Professor McGonagall learned from Dumbledore that the two snakes could understand human speech, so she specially thanked him.

Morpidor flicked his tail to show dignity and rubbed Professor McGonagall's hand.

Miss Medusa didn't have much energy. She opened the door and lay back in her original position, continuing to monitor Voldemort. Her snake eyes became sharp and thin, and even a snake could understand the burning anger.

Mopidor was worried that it couldn't help but curse something and ruin Ass's affairs, so he hurriedly leaned next to it, raised his tail and patted it comfortingly.

Two snakes clinging to each other intimately.

Mutual support and comfort.

Professor McGonagall walked past them and found a sullen Snape on the sofa.

"Severus."

The tone was not very good. Now that she saw Voldemort, she remembered Snape who knew nothing about Voldemort and had to bear Voldemort's mess.

Voldemort was used to her tone and looked up with a sarcastic smile, "Look, who is this? The Head of Gryffindor is actually willing to come to the cellar."

Professor McGonagall clenched her hands and suppressed her anger.

It was only after Voldemort came that she realized how considerate Snape had been to her before.

At least Snape never looked at her like an ant.

Professor McGonagall managed to keep calm by pinching red marks on her hands.

"Principal Dumbledore asked me to tell you that I will give Mr. Potter a make-up class at six o'clock every evening in the principal's office. I hope you won't be late."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Someone gave him a pillow when he dozed off. Voldemort was stunned on the spot, and then he was overwhelmed with surprises. He couldn't believe it and called out Professor McGonagall, who looked cold.

"Wait! You mean tutoring for Potter? Just me and Dumbledore?"

Realizing that the question was too obvious, he frowned and added impatiently.

"Why? He is a student, why should I give him private tutoring lessons?"

Professor McGonagall had already seen through his joy and did not reveal it, so she stared at him coldly.

"Great, I don't want to teach my students to you. After all, I am the headmaster of Gryffindor. Even if I have to teach, I will teach him. I will be extremely attentive to him and write a teaching plan in advance every day. , I can arrange whatever I learn every hour.”

"As for you? Just go and teach your Slytherins. Believe me, they are so favored that they will definitely be willing to let their headmaster make up extra classes."

Professor McGonagall followed Dumbledore's instructions and used retreat to stimulate Voldemort's nerves.

Sure enough, Voldemort instantly became furious.

He stood up with his wand and approached Professor McGonagall step by step.

Professor McGonagall did not shy away.

Miss Medusa stood up, flicked her tail, and notified Dumbledore who was in the principal's office.

This was a small channel left by Dumbledore before he left.

Dumbledore had already thought that Voldemort might riot, and he and Grindelwald had been waiting in the corridor next to the cellar for a long time, and now they hurried over as soon as they received the news.

Mopidor flicked his tail and revealed the scene in the cellar.

Looking at the two people confronting each other on the screen, a flash of worry flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. He held his wand, ready to go in and stop Voldemort at any time.

Professor McGonagall calmly took a step back and continued to stimulate Voldemort.

"Am I wrong? Are you, the Head of Slytherin, or the Head of House who favors Slytherin, really interested in Mr. Potter of Gryffindor?"

Voldemort played with his wand and stepped aside, "You don't need to worry about it. Even if I am the head of Slytherin, I will treat everyone equally."

The dark wand slid across his hand, and Professor McGonagall's eyes followed the wand. She couldn't help but think of the owner of the wand, and her expression became even colder.

"Really? I'll see. If you can't do it, I'll go find Albus and terminate your course."

Outside the door, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said to Grindelwald: "Let's go. Minerva did far better than I expected. I should believe her."

Inside and outside the cellar, silence returned.