HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Either hide or fight back. I'll give you one minute to prepare. It will officially start in one minute."

Voldemort lazily dropped these words and sat back to his original position.

As if in response to his words, a countdown appeared on one of the targets.

60, 59, 58...

Harry picked up his wand and silently counted the targets.

Ten in total.

The puppet target with the countdown above the head and the puppet target opposite it are darker in color.

After writing down these details, Harry took a deep breath, held the wand to the puppet target on the edge, and placed a small test spell.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you can't wait to start, so I will help you."

As the words fell, the puppet target in front of Harry opened its false eyes.

The black glass bead looked directly at Harry, and he was startled. Before he could retract his wand, he saw an arm as thick as an adult's thigh swing towards him.

"boom--"

The metal arm made a small crater in the ground.

Harry coughed a few times and got up from the ground.

He just rolled on the ground several times to avoid the attack range of the metal arm, and was hit by the dust in the pit.

When a hit failed, the target puppet pulled out its metal arm, and the other target puppets surrounded him in a humane manner. They didn't give up at all and hit with all their strength.

Harry dodged in a panic. After dodging one arm, he had to dodge the second and third arms. The attack was so airtight that he couldn't find time to counterattack.

Over time, he fell into a disadvantage.

Running back and forth in a small field, he had to roll to avoid attacks from time to time.

Voldemort was happy to see this, and secretly added a little magic to several of the main attack puppet targets.

This time, the puppet's target eyes were no longer empty, but had a slight agility, and the attacks were more difficult to dodge. Harry was forced to run and jump around, and was forced to receive several sticks on his arms.

There was another siege, and several arms came at Harry. Harry only had time to use a disarming spell to break off one of the arms that missed the target.

Dumbledore was on alert, prepared to take people out if Harry was completely defeated.

But Harry dodged.

There are always some gaps among so many arms. He narrowly squeezed through the gaps, dodged the siege, and hit one of the puppets on the back with a magic spell, causing it to stagger.

"Not bad." Dumbledore smiled sincerely.

Voldemort knocked on the table dissatisfied.

The puppet target surrounding the outermost area to prevent Harry from running away twisted its neck stiffly and made a clicking sound like metal colliding. The next second! They all surrounded him, their arms suddenly lengthened, reaching between the puppet targets, and swung their arms to hit Harry.

Harry's pupils shrank suddenly as the overwhelming number of arms came. The arm in front of him pressed down in slow motion, and he swiped the wand in his hand hard.

"Armor protection!"

"Armor protection!"

Two identical spells were uttered from the two mouths, and the dazzling blue light protected Harry during the attack, blocking the metal arms that attacked successively.

Voldemort didn't see it as a good show. He waved his wand regretfully, took away the puppet target that wanted to attack again, and said falsely: "Are you okay? Mr. Potter."

Not wanting to show any timidity, Harry stood up and pretended to be calm, "It's okay."

"Oh? It seems that my estimate was wrong. Don't worry, it won't be that simple next time." Voldemort said hypocritically.

Anyone with a discerning eye will know the malice in his words.

Harry looked at Dumbledore expectantly, but Dumbledore avoided his gaze.

"Okay, tonight's make-up lessons are over for now. Severus, remember to hand in a teaching report to me when you go back. Harry, you also hand me a reflection on the battle. This will happen every time in the future."

Voldemort slapped the table in dissatisfaction, "I'm already busy enough! I'll leave this report for you to write slowly!"

Dumbledore didn't panic at all and took out his trump card, "I'm sorry, Severus, I'm also very busy, but Minerva is happy to do it for me."

"No! Don't even think about it!" Voldemort slammed the table and roared.

"Be gentle, don't break it." Dumbledore touched his table sadly.

It was only recently replaced, and it cost him the galleons he secretly hid to buy candies! If Minerva hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have wanted to change.

Voldemort asked angrily: "In your eyes, I am no better than a broken table!?"

"This is new. It's a new table, not a broken table." Dumbledore muttered in retort, still stroking away the dust on the table with his hands.

Voldemort laughed angrily and kicked the table, "You're fine, Dumbledore. I can write the teaching report, but you! You'd better pray that this broken table won't break into pieces some night!" !!”

The last sentence was particularly loud.

Next to him, Harry quickly distanced himself from Voldemort. He wanted to expose Voldemort, but he didn't want to lose his precious life because of such an outrageous thing as Voldemort competing with the table for favor.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your efforts. Just leave it to me at this time tomorrow. If you find it troublesome, you can save a week's worth of reports and give them to me. I promise to take a good look at it."

"One serving a day!?"

Voldemort became louder.

Dumbledore nodded, "Any questions?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in disbelief and he pointed angrily at Dumbledore.

Do you have any other questions"?

Do you want to see what nonsense this is? ? He was spinning around for almost 24 hours.

Twenty-four hours, continuous rotation! ! !

He didn't even go that far when he was Voldemort! Use people to death.

No, if he wants to rebel, he will rebel immediately.

Whoever wants to be this bullshit professor can be, but he is not the right one anyway!

Voldemort overturned his previous plan of taking things slowly and raised his wand impatiently. When he saw Harry's wary eyes and Fawkes who suddenly spread his wings, he gritted his teeth and gave up this inappropriate opportunity.

Just wait, tomorrow he will be ready to kill the bullshit principal who exploited his employees.

Voldemort shook his black robe and left the principal's office angrily.

The door to the Headmaster's Office withstood his wrath and bounced back after hitting the door frame hard. Both Harry and Dumbledore saw a crack in it.

Dumbledore touched his chin thoughtfully, "Harry, do you think I'm going too far?"

"Professor, he is not Snape...Professor, I remember the laugh he made when he laughed. He was lying on the ground...that's that person!"

Harry eagerly told Dumbledore what he had discovered. Remembering Susanna's warning, he forcibly changed his story and only used "that person" instead of Voldemort.

"So don't feel bad and don't think that you can't live too much! First find a way to deal with that person who appears for no reason, or just assign more tasks to tire him out."

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this.

He didn't feel sorry for Voldemort. He just remembered that the Potions Master had complained to him a lot before, but he had never gone on strike. Voldemort had gone on strike countless times in just a few days.

This comparison made his conscience a little painful.

"Harry, this is not a reason for you to doubt the professor. Well, you can go back first."

Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder. Phoenix Fawkes received the signal, flew over, stood on Dumbledore's shoulder, and took him out of the principal's office.

At this moment, Harry felt sad that Hogwarts would never be able to save him.