HP: Embrace the Darkness

Hovering on the doorknob, Miss Medusa stared at the scene in front of her in stunned silence, blinking wildly and doubting her eyes more than once.

Back in time, Snape carried the little white tiger and returned to the cellar avoiding everyone.

As soon as he entered the door, he left the little white tiger behind without mercy.

The little white tiger was thrown to the ground. Unable to stop the car, he rolled over. Finally, he stood up, then put his head and grinned and sniffed.

The familiar smell of herbs filled the air and hit his twitching nostrils. It was definitely a familiar smell. The little white tiger put down his guard and began to explore around unscrupulously.

Seeing that he was adapting well, Snape took the unicorn fur and horn to the storage room.

In order to store the potions and materials stored inside, the storage room was sealed tightly. Snape was inside and knew nothing about the atrocities happening outside.

Hearing a dull sound when he came out, Snape paused, but didn't think much about it.

The worry-free impression left by Artes was so profound that he didn't realize for a moment that it was Artes outside who was controlled by the little white tiger's instinct.

It wasn't until he saw the herbs in the little white tiger's mouth that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

But the little white tiger was still not satisfied, its claws were ready to move, and its beautiful blue eyes were staring at the shaking herbs.

"Now, immediately, immediately, take your claws back."

He couldn't bear it any longer and snapped at the little white tiger who was still trying to pull out his herbs.

The little white tiger was caught, and his outstretched paw froze, then he retracted it pretending to be nonchalant, and lay down on the spot, blocking his way.

Realizing that something was wrong, Snape walked quickly towards the potions room, bypassing the little white tiger who was trying to stop him.

The potions master's potions room can be said to be the neatest and most orderly place in the cellar.

But now this most tidy and orderly place is in a mess.

As soon as he opened the door, Snape raised his hand to cover his nose in discomfort.

A strange and pungent smell permeated the small potion room, and the messy floor was littered with potion bottles and herbs.

If you look carefully, you can still see small tooth marks on the herbs, which are filled with crystal clear and unknown liquid.

Looking at the messy scene in the potions room, and then looking at the unrepentant little white tiger beside him, Snape instantly felt his blood rising.

He stared at the little white tiger fiercely before he could teach him a lesson.

A phoenix emitting light blue light flew into the cellar with a graceful figure, and landed on Shi Shiran's desk: "Severus, please come here."

It's Dumbledore.

Snape became serious and quietly covered the little white tiger behind him.

He didn't leave the potion room until Phoenix left. He picked up the black robe and put it on before preparing to leave the cellar.

When he reached the cellar door, Snape remembered that there was another trouble in his office.

Looking back at the little white tiger, he felt guilty and sat obediently at the door of the potion room, looking straight at Snape with his clear eyes.

After hesitating for a while, Snape still did not lock up the little white tiger, but just locked the potions room.

Then, regardless of whether the little white tiger understood it or not, he sternly warned him that he could only move around outside and not destroy anything.

The little white tiger looked at Snape in confusion. As soon as he finished speaking, he nuzzled him gently.

Snape stared at him for a moment before getting up and leaving the cellar.

He walked quickly, his black robe making graceful arcs, and soon arrived at the room on the fourth floor.

He was also present when the room on the fourth floor was being decorated.

Although he had long known how destructive a Potter could be, now that he saw the almost completely destroyed room, the corner of his mouth still couldn't help but twitch.

As expected, it was Potter who was arrogant, stupid, and well-limbed. He sneered silently, and then quickly came inside.

The situation inside is a bit disgusting.

Potter fell to the ground unconscious, with a strange corpse in his hand.

Snape looked around, quietly cast a Bubble Charm on himself, and then came to Dumbledore's side.

Dumbledore saw him coming and gave him his seat, "Severus, come and take a look at this."

Snape's eyes fell on Quirrell, who was almost human-shaped on the ground, and he knelt down to check.

After a few moments, he concluded that the cause of death was a curse and that he was burned after death.

"curse?"

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell on the ground inquiringly, his eyes wandering between Harry and him.

Snape stood up and suddenly remembered the blood that Artes took out that day.

But the unicorn's curse alone was not enough to kill Quirrell.

"Severus, do you know what this curse is?"

"do not know."

The Potions Master crossed his arms with a mocking look on his face.

"Maybe Merlin can't bear to see such an idiot alive?"

"It looks like we need to talk to Harry when he wakes up."

Snape subconsciously wanted to refuse. There was another trouble waiting for him in the cellar.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't give him a chance to refuse. He took a deep look at Quirrell, waved his wand, and left the room with Harry.

Damn old bee.

Snape had a dark face, waved his wand angrily, and cleaned up the scene.

In the school doctor's room.

Dumbledore and Snape stood beside Harry's bed. The old man stared at Harry carefully with his deep eyes.

"You mean, he didn't receive any harm and he fainted just because of the stimulation?"

Madam Pomfrey gathered her tools and nodded to Dumbledore.

"Yeah, actually, he didn't even have a scratch."

"What a lucky boy." Madam Pomfrey said with emotion.

Dumbledore murmured softly: "Is this really true?"

Harry was lying on the bed breathing calmly, and Snape suddenly remembered Artes' promise that day.

Aces, what have you done?

Not willing to waste time here, Snape let go of the black robe.

"Since he's fine, I'll go back to the cellar."

I wonder if that stupid tiger in the cellar is obedient.

You'd better obey him, otherwise...

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of fierceness.

"Wait a minute, Severus, don't you want to hear what happened?"

"I don't want to, I'm not you, leaving everything to Professor McGonagall and doing nothing myself."

"Of course, if our idle principal is willing to share my work and brew the potions needed by the school infirmary, then I am willing to stay and listen to the great Mr. Potter telling his adventure stories."

Catching the key words, Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore with disapproving eyes.

Facing the two people's glares, Dumbledore felt a chill in his back and quickly smoothed things over with a smile.

"Of course, I can do it alone. Severus, go ahead and do your work."

Snape sneered slightly and turned around without hesitation.

"By the way, Severus, don't forget my teeth-healthy potion. As people get older, their teeth become brittle. I think you should understand me."