HP: Embrace the Darkness

Hogwarts.

Principal room.

Professor McGonagall and Duva were standing by the window, Snape was sitting on the office chair, and behind him stood the Carrow brothers and Mrs. Lovelace.

On the opposite side were the unruly Draco and the dejected Ron.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Snape raised the knuckles of his left hand and tapped on the table. He flexibly played with a broken quill with his right hand, a fake smile on his lips.

"You two, maybe you can go back first. I think Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter won't be able to survive without you."

Dua turned around and left neatly.

Once he left, Professor McGonagall couldn't stay any longer. When passing by Ron, she glanced at Snape complicatedly and gave a deep warning.

"If anything happens to one of my students, as dean, I will pursue it to the end."

Snape sneered lightly but didn't take it to heart.

The door to the principal's office was closed, blocking the outside view, leaving only two students and four vicious Death Eaters.

Ron's heart was almost annihilated by despair.

Draco didn't take it seriously and continued to provoke the two Carlo brothers. Don't think he didn't know that these two things were running against his father all day long.

"Mr. Weasley, do you still need to explain?" Snape first pointed the finger at Ron.

Ron glanced at Draco and said angrily: "It was Malfoy who came to provoke us first, so I..."

"Mr. Malfoy?" Snape interrupted Ron and looked at Draco, "Do you have anything to say?"

"I don't like them." Draco sneered, his mouth merciless, "The smell of poverty on his body stinks to me, so I am also cleaning up the garbage."

"You!" Ron pulled out his wand, but Snape knocked it down.

"Ron Weasley, I thought your stupid brain could at least tell you that you should keep your wand quiet in front of the professor? Or do you want to get a new wand to satisfy your vanity? "

The snake king's venom hit the mark, and Ron silently picked up the wand, not daring to move it again.

"Okay, now let's talk about your problem, Mr. Malfoy."

Snape moved his back from his chair, put his hands on his desk, and looked at Draco coldly.

"Your arrogance is beyond my expectation. It seems that your father did not teach you well. In this case, after a month of confinement, I hope you can still maintain your... pride."

Draco was unconvinced, "Why do you put me in solitary confinement? You are no longer the Head of Slytherin!"

Snape holds the position of headmaster and does not have much energy to manage Slytherin. Now the head of Slytherin is Slughorn.

But...who says he can't punish students if he's not the dean.

Snape was triumphant.

"Unfortunately, the Headmaster also has the power to deal with disobedient students. Come to the cellar at seven o'clock every night, and you...Mr. Weasley, together."

Ron's face turned pale instantly.

One month of confinement, let him die!

"Okay, the assistant will send them back. I will see you on time at seven o'clock tomorrow evening."

Mrs. Lovelace stepped out of the column holding her wand.

Draco patted his pockets and avoided Mrs. Lovelace's hand, "Don't pull me, I can walk by myself."

With that said, he turned around and walked out.

Ron quickly followed.

In this room, everyone except Draco was a Death Eater, and he could tell who was the most threatening person with his feet.

Seeing the three of them walking away, Snape glanced at the two Carlo brothers coldly, "Do you stay here and expect me to let you be the principal?"

The position of headmaster was determined by Voldemort, and the Carlo brothers and sisters would not dare to take it even if they had the guts to do so.

Upon hearing Snape's words, they did not dare to delay and quickly left the principal's office, not forgetting to close the door of the principal's office at the end.

Suddenly, the principal's office, which had been noisy just now, became quiet, and there was no other sound.

Snape kept looking toward the door.

About ten minutes later, he relaxed and leaned back in his chair, suddenly picked up the broken quill, rubbed the uneven fracture with his fingertips, and counted down in his mind.

Three, two, one...

"Sev, I love you."

A voice suddenly sounded, and hot breath sprayed against his ears, but Snape was not surprised.

"When did you come?"

"always there."

Asseth chuckled, waved his hand to cover up all the portraits behind him, then released the spell on his body and hugged Snape from behind.

"Headmaster Snape makes his first official appearance. I should not be absent, both in public and private matters. How do you feel? My dear Headmaster."

Snape turned sideways and looked up at Artes, who was smiling as if he had become the headmaster, with a faint curve on his lips.

"It feels good, so dear school director... where is my promotion gift?"

Ace's laughter stopped abruptly.

After a moment, he asked in a low voice: "Sifu, do you think gifts can be paid on credit?"

Snape coldly refused the white flag raised by Artes, "I don't think so."

"Okay, you have the final say."

Aces rummaged around in the ring, always feeling that the contents inside were not qualified to be a potion master's promotion gift. Finally, he broke the jar and pointed it at himself.

"Do you like this promotion gift?"

Snape: "..."

Giving himself as a gift was too stupid for Artes to do. He was so stupid.

"Perhaps you can change it to something else." Snape politely rejected Artes' suggestion.

got rejected……

Artes lowered his head and buried himself in Snape's neck, saying gloomily: "Sev, I am the most valuable existence, how can those gifts compare to me."

Snape ruffled Artes' hair and rolled his eyes at him angrily, "I thought you knew very well that you were mine a long time ago?"

Ok?

Aces raised his head in disbelief.

"Sev, say it again."

"Don't challenge my patience." Snape did not comply and even pushed the person away.

Well, he heard it with both ears anyway.

Aces stood up happily and stole a quick kiss before leaving.

"Sev——"

His smile suddenly disappeared.

Looking down from his angle, he could just see the traces hidden in his collar.

It reminded him of something.

Asseth opened the book of vengeance and narrowed his eyes.

"Sev, there is something I would like to ask for your permission for."

Snape opened the letter on the table, not knowing who had sent it, and replied casually: "What's the matter?"

There was murderous intent in Asseth's eyes.

Then, he turned around, leaned his back against the desk, leaned over to adjust Snape's collar, and said the most ferocious words in the gentlest tone.

"Can I cut off his hand, gouge out his eyes, and kill him?"

he? Carlo?

Snape raised his eyes, "Did you see it?"