HP: Embrace the Darkness

All the students were dispersed, and the usually bustling hall was left with only the four house heads and Dumbledore.

"Come and sit down and talk." Dumbledore greeted everyone. His brows were still tightly furrowed, and his tone was not as casual as usual.

Several deans came over one after another, their faces also very serious.

Each of them had checked the black curtain above the hall, but judging from the current results, it was just a pure black curtain. As for the rest - sorry, they were not able to see it due to their poor eyesight. Now they could only hope that Dumbledore, the most powerful and oldest person, would find it.

Dumbledore waved his wand and turned the row of teachers' tables into round tables, and several people sat around them.

No one spoke and the atmosphere was heavy.

Professor Sprout looked around and paused for a moment, then quietly took a plate of less sweet cakes and stuffed them into Severus' hands.

"Severus, give me something to eat first, you don't look well."

Professor Sprout's words drew everyone's attention to Severus' face.

Professor McGonagall, who had just suffered a setback at the hands of Severus, turned around and frowned fiercely. She took the uneaten bread from the table next to her and stuffed it over to him. She moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Professor Flitwick picked up the pumpkin juice at hand and handed it over, "Have a glass of pumpkin juice to warm your stomach, Severus."

Severus held a small cake in one hand and a piece of bread in the other. In front of him was a cup of steaming pumpkin juice. His face was as stiff as a robot that had worked for many days without oiling. After a while, he said dryly, "There are more important things now."

Dumbledore didn't know when he started laughing again, "Severus, you really should eat something first."

Severus glared at Dumbledore fiercely, "I hope our headmaster's brain is not stuck with sticky candy."

Dumbledore smiled even more, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes behind the lenses: "Don't worry, Severus, I have a hunch that this is probably not a bad thing."

Severus wanted to throw the cake at Dumbledore's head.

What does it mean to not worry!

What is called intuition is not a bad thing!

Dumbledore, the old bee, is really going backwards by not being vigilant against things that appear out of nowhere! !

No matter how upset and angry Severus felt inside, the other professors believed Dumbledore's intuition when they heard it.

They shifted their attention away from the unknown dark side and stared at Severus with disapproving eyes, trying to use this method to make him understand the importance of the body.

Being stared at by four people, Severus wanted to curse, but unfortunately he couldn't find a suitable reason. He could only finish the small cake and bread in a few bites, and drink a whole glass of pumpkin juice with a sallow face that looked like he had been hungry for three days.

"Can i do it now!"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, and all the professors looked away in unison, leaving some space for the angry Severus.

The black curtain floating in the air suddenly crackled twice. Everyone looked up and saw that the black screen had quietly lit up at some point. The picture was a bit blurry, but it was still recognizable that this was an exquisitely decorated bedroom, most likely Slytherin's bedroom, otherwise it wouldn't be so green and have snake patterns.

Severus shook his sleeves and held back his wand. The other professors did the same thing, except Dumbledore, who raised his hand, fingertips touching each other, and rested his elbows on the table, observing the bedroom on the screen like a curious baby.

"Severus, I always feel that this style will be what you like." After observing for a long time, Dumbledore gave an objective evaluation.

Severus' face darkened instantly.

"You doubt me?"

"Why do you think so?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, his voice slightly comforting, "Okay, Severus, don't be nervous, I believe this picture has nothing to do with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen suddenly zoomed in and a familiar face appeared on the screen, with a hooked nose, black hair... and a face that was not so thin and had a rosy complexion.

If I had to describe him, he was probably 90% similar to Severus, who Dumbledore said had nothing to do with him, and the remaining 1% difference was in his complexion.

Dumbledore: "..."

Severus: "..."

Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick were enjoying the fun, and three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Dumbledore struggled to maintain a smile and tried to make amends for himself: "This seems to be Severus in his youth. It probably has nothing to do with Severus now."

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, "I have to say, Severus looks much younger on the screen. Severus, you should have gone to bed early last night, like you always do."

Severus stared at the screen expressionlessly and made no comment.

Professor Sprout was more careful, pointed at the bulge at the corner of the screen, and asked, "Severus, is there anyone next to you?"

"That's not me." Severus said suddenly, his voice slightly dry, "...nor is it the me of the past."

Four pairs of eyes looked over and then looked away.

Dumbledore was the first to agree.

"I've never seen Severus look so healthy."

Severus rolled his eyes at him.

"I assume you know I stayed up late to complete a job assigned by a certain principal?"