HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor McGonagall was in class when Hermione, who had just accompanied Harry to the school doctor's office, came back in a hurry, with a bit of anxiety on her face.

My heart skipped a beat, and I had a bad feeling.

This bad premonition reached its peak after hearing Hermione's explanation.

Ignoring the curious students in the classroom, Professor McGonagall arranged their next tasks and left in a hurry with Hermione.

Professor McGonagall...left?

The classroom was quiet for a moment, and then erupted into a heated argument.

They all saw Hermione leaving with Harry, and someone came back to take away Professor McGonagall. They were naturally curious about what happened.

Everyone had their own opinions, but none could convince the other. For a moment, the classroom without the management of the professor was as noisy as a holiday.

Draco sat out of place inside.

He turned his wand quietly, neither gloating like Slytherin nor gossiping like Gryffindor, but completing Professor McGonagall's task seriously.

During the holidays, he received special training in spells and transfiguration, and the content in the class was naturally not a problem for him.

After a while, a small telescope appeared on the table instead of the owl.

Draco smiled with satisfaction and played with it.

When the Slytherins nearby saw that he succeeded, they were both reluctant and admired.

Reluctant because this is not their success.

I was impressed because the task assigned by Professor McGonagall was very difficult and Draco completed it so quickly.

With reluctance and admiration, they all gave up mocking the savior and waved their magic wands in the same way.

The voices on the Slytherin side gradually became quieter, while the Gryffindor side was still as usual, everyone was speculating about what happened, which actually caused the strictest Professor McGonagall to abandon a group of students and leave the class without permission.

Draco made some guesses and kept it true.

But who was he to tell these stupid lions.

Wouldn't it be nice to watch them scratch their heads and scratch their heads?

Draco smiled, looking at Gryffindor with cold eyes and blushing.

The farce ended only after Professor McGonagall returned.

Professor McGonagall's face didn't look good, and it became even worse when she saw the noisy classroom.

She walked to the podium with a straight face.

"Take out your finished products and put them on the table. I will check them one by one."

There was a sudden cry from below.

"What should I do? I didn't do anything!"

"I didn't do it either. It's so difficult and the time is so short. How could anyone possibly do it?"

"That's right, how can you do this?"

"Hey! That one, catch your owl, it's flying over."

Amid the wailing and commotion, Professor McGonagall's face became increasingly ugly.

The little snakes seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages glimpsed Professor McGonagall's face and made a tacit agreement to remain quiet.

The one who completed the task took out the finished product, and the one who failed to complete the task struggled desperately and transformed into a deformed owl telescope, which he reluctantly put on the table.

Professor McGonagall's anger was suppressed to the extreme, bottomed out, and burst out suddenly.

She hit the blackboard hard, feeling angry.

"Give me...quiet!"

The noisy sound disappeared instantly.

They seemed to have just remembered that there was Professor McGonagall, who was ashen-faced and silent.

Professor McGonagall walked up to the first student in the first row and knocked on his desk, "Where is your finished product?"

The poor student stammered: "F-fly away."

The owl hovering above the classroom seemed to know what he was talking about, and slowly flew down, swaggering to rest on the table, and gave Professor McGonagall a "ga"

Professor McGonagall laughed in anger.

"A paper on how to turn an owl into a small telescope, fifteen inches. Give it to me tomorrow. Also, five points from Gryffindor."

After saying that, she walked to the next student.

It was an essay and points were deducted. Even a fool could see that Professor McGonagall was angry. No one dared to speak anymore. They waited with bated breath for Professor McGonagall to check their homework.

No one in Gryffindor turned an owl into a small telescope. Most of them were fined with essays and a few were deducted points.

Some of them got through with semi-finished products.

Soon, Professor McGonagall checked on Draco.

A complete small telescope without legs or wings suddenly appeared in front of him. Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up and she picked it up to take a closer look.

"The degree of completion is very high, almost perfect. Because of Mr. Malfoy's finished product, Slytherin gets five points."

She handed the small telescope back to Draco and smiled at him, a pleased smile.

"Transfiguration is good, keep it up."

Draco smiled politely back.

"I will. Transfiguration is fun."

Professor McGonagall nodded and continued to check the Slytherin behind.

At the end of the inspection, Slytherin's overall performance was higher than that of Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall was quite satisfied. No one was fined and no points were deducted.

Just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she said "get out of class is over" and left the classroom with her textbook.

Ron had been out of sorts since Harry went to the school infirmary. Now seeing Professor McGonagall leaving in a hurry, he wondered if it had something to do with Harry. After hesitating for a moment, he packed his things and followed.

Draco dismissed the chattering Slytherin students surrounding him and followed Professor McGonagall.

The three of them arrived at the school infirmary one after another.

The school infirmary was very quiet. After Professor McGonagall walked in, a huge quarrel broke out inside. Ron was frightened and braked suddenly, stopping at the door and not daring to go in.

"Coward Weasley." Draco knocked Ron away and walked directly into the school infirmary.

Ron gritted his teeth and followed in.

The people inside heard the sound and looked over.

As soon as he walked in, he met three eyes, including Voldemort in Snape's shell. Draco was lying when he said he wasn't panicking.

But he felt he could still be saved.

He silently used Occlumency and didn't look at Voldemort.

"Excuse me, Principal Dumbledore, I have a small problem that needs you to solve."

Dumbledore seemed to have seen his savior, he breathed a sigh of relief, and took Professor McGonagall and Voldemort away from the hospital bed with one hand.

"Class is about to start, Severus. I remember you have class. So, you go to class first and then come to the principal's office later and we can chat slowly."

"Minerva, let's let Harry rest for a while and then go to the principal's office to have a detailed chat later. Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation."

After carrying water to the left and right, and convincing the two of them to leave, Dumbledore had time to see Draco.

"What's a little problem, Mr. Malfoy? I'll be happy to solve it for you, and I have to say, you came at the right time."

Draco took out a thin card from his pocket and held it between his fingers. "My brother asked me to give it to you. He said he asked you to carry it with you."

Dumbledore took the card away and studied it over and over. The card was all silver with no pattern. There was an initials in the upper right corner, which looked familiar.

"What is this?" Dumbledore asked.

Draco was busy looking through his pockets without moving his head: "I don't know, I suggest you ask my brother. I haven't guessed the use of the things he took out, but they are all very useful."

"Well, thank Mr. Cavendish for me."

Dumbledore followed Draco's example and stuffed the card into his pocket, placing it close to his body.

Strangely enough, the card felt slightly warm when it was pressed against the pocket. It wasn't uncomfortable, just warm.