HP: Embrace the Darkness

Until Nina brought the food, the little white tiger was still scratching the sofa with interest.

The original pattern on the sofa under its claws can no longer be seen clearly. The messy silk threads are tangled together and formed into hair balls.

The sound of the sofa being pulled was heard in his ears, and Snape became even more irritated. He waved his wand, restored the sofa to its original state, and then imprisoned the little white tiger in place.

"Ow Oo"

The little white tiger screamed, and Snape cast a soundproofing spell on himself.

Nina put down the food, didn't dare to look at the scene in front of her, and left in a hurry.

After Nina left, Snape waved his wand and released the little white tiger.

After placing the food one by one, after hesitating for a moment, he made the little white tiger's bowl bigger, big enough to hold the little white tiger's head.

Because he didn't want his appetite to be affected by food falling from the sky while eating.

After doing all this, Snape looked at the little white tiger who was angrily pointing his butt at him.

"Come here and eat."

The little white tiger was indifferent and continued to sulk.

"I'll give you three seconds. If you still don't come over to eat, I'll throw you out."

The little white tiger's angry face froze, and he couldn't believe that he would be thrown out even if he didn't eat.

"One, two..."

He was so excited that he quickly turned around and ran to Snape, and opened his mouth to him obediently.

"eat by yourself."

Snape pushed the bowl towards him, and the little white tiger looked at him pitifully, without any emotion on his part.

The little white tiger lowered his head in despair, turned his grief and anger into strength, and ate hard.

After making sure that he had no problem eating as a tiger, Snape turned to eat his own meal.

The little white tiger eats very quickly, maybe because he is interested in the new toy, and he swallows a large bowl of food without even scratching it.

After eating, he wiped his mouth gracefully with his paw, and then began to lick himself.

He was very patient, starting from licking his paws, wiping his face with his paws from time to time, and then continuing to lick his paws.

Snape had just faced Quirrell's broken body and really had no appetite. He only took a few bites and then put down his knife and fork.

While the little white tiger was cleaning himself, he asked Nina to clean up the dishes again.

When Nina appeared, the little white tiger glanced at her warily, and then continued to lick his fur. Nina relaxed her fingers on the corner of the apron and reached for the tableware.

"roar~"

The little white tiger instinctively stood in front of the food, bared its teeth and growled, its small teeth exposed, shining coldly.

"Professor Snape, this?"

Nina took a cautious step back and looked at Snape.

Snape realized when the little white tiger roared that for carnivorous beasts like tigers, territorial awareness and food protection should be their instincts. Just now and now, the little white tiger could not control it.

The little white tiger stretched out its paws anxiously, roared again, and looked at Nina with pure murderous intent in its eyes.

Snape suddenly stretched out his hand, passed the little white tiger and took the tableware on the table. Before he could take his hand back, the little white tiger hugged him tightly.

He tightened his grip on the wand, but still made no move.

The little white tiger put away its sharp claws, and the only thing holding his hand was the soft flesh pad.

"Hululu"

There was confusion and confusion in his eyes, but he showed no hostility.

Snape lowered his head and explained to him.

"First of all, this is my food. You are protecting the wrong person, and I can't finish my food, so I need Nina to put it away."

"Now, let go of your claws."

The little white tiger looked at the food in his hand thoughtfully, and seemed to understand something in the next second. He followed the potion master's hand and began to eat the remaining food.

The little white tiger had an unexpectedly big appetite. He ate up the remaining food in a few seconds and even licked the plate clean.

"..."

For a moment, Snape was a little speechless. He couldn't finish the food and let Nina handle it, but he didn't let this stupid tiger eat it by himself.

Look at the clean plate in his hand, and then look at the little white tiger who is full of food and drink, and continues to lick his fur contentedly.

Snape felt that when Artes regained consciousness, he might never want to set foot in the cellar again.

After the little white tiger finished licking one of his paws, he saw that he had not moved yet. He was confused and shook his head and pushed his hand towards Nina. After Nina took the tableware, he growled at her.

This time Nina understood what he meant and left the cellar immediately.

"Ouch~"

The little white tiger held Snape's hand and howled triumphantly at him. Snape shook him off expressionlessly, "You're so stupid."

This tiger is so stupid, and he has to face this stupid tiger for who knows how long. It's really troublesome.

The little white tiger wasn't annoyed when he was thrown away. When he got up, he followed up and rubbed against his feet, rubbing here and there, which made Snape want to kick him away.

He suppressed the irritation in his heart, raised his hand, picked up the little white tiger, and threw it into the utility room.

"Ouch?"

The little white tiger landed flexibly and looked at Snape with wet eyes.

"You live here."

The utility room still looks like a bedroom. In the past, when Asses was revising papers, he would usually spend the night in the cellar. This was just convenient for Little White Tiger.

Snape looked around the room, the smell of dust filling his nose, and then waved his wand to sweep away the dust.

The flying dust gathered together, like an enlarged ball of wool, and the little white tiger's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ooooooooo, hululu."

"No, it's impossible, go to bed."

Snape waved his wand, the woolen balls of dust disappeared, and the room became clean again.

"Ouch~"

The little white tiger refused to give up and continued howling.

Snape closed the door directly, cutting off the little white tiger's coquettishness.

The wooden door was slapped together with a huge force, shaking off a lot of dust. The dust fell in front of the little white tiger, but the little white tiger just stared at the door blankly.

夜晚

In the silent cellar, Miss Medusa curled up and slept soundly on the doorknob, but the little white tiger in the utility room was not sleepy at all.

He jumped up and down on the luxurious bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he became more and more energetic and ran around the room happily.

Tired from running, he lay on the pillow, feeling uncomfortable at all. He sniffed hard, trying to smell something, but there was no familiar smell at all on the pillow.

The little white tiger showed its sharp claws angrily, pounced on it, and tore the pillow into pieces.

The soft and fluffy feathers inside rushed out along the cracks and filled the room.

The feathers floating out made the little white tiger find some fun, so the next pillow did not escape his sharp claws.

Both pillows were torn into pieces, and snow-white feathers were flying in the air, much like the dust in the afternoon, but there was no familiar person around.

The little white tiger lost interest and lay down depressedly, letting the feathers bury him. After a while, there was only a mountain of feathers left on the bed.

The little white tiger curled up in his feathers, his nose twitched slightly, and a sneeze rolled up the feathers that buried him, and the feathers started to float again, but the little white tiger was still unhappy.

This is not right.

Little White Tiger's limited brain couldn't figure out what was wrong, but his instinct guided him to stand up.

The small figure pushed open the door quietly, following the smell, and smelled the place where the smell was strong.

It was the room where he slept today.

The little white tiger's mood was visible to the naked eye, and his tail stretched out behind him and swayed leisurely.

He moved carefully and gently, and the flesh pads worked very well to muffle the noise, making almost no sound. He arrived at the door of the Potion Master's bedroom.