HP: Embrace the Darkness

Karkaroff's eyes suddenly turned cold and heavy.

He let go of Harry and took a step forward to stand in line with Madam Maxime and hold Dumbledore accountable.

"Albus, we need an explanation. Why didn't I know that the host school can have two contestants? Are you practicing favoritism?"

"I don't agree!"

Ms. Maxim's tall body almost reached the lamp hanging from the ceiling. The light and shadow were like anger, and everyone could see the anger in her eyes.

"That's not fair."

"Everyone knows that each school can only have one contestant. If you have two at Hogwarts, then we have two contestants at Beauxbatons."

Karkaroff smiled coldly and followed suit.

"So are we at Durmstrang."

It's a pity that Principal Durmstrang who said this didn't notice that a murderous sight from the corner followed his words and came over quickly.

"Close your eyes."

Artes was originally standing next to Snape, but when Grindelwald showed his murderous intent, he had to go over to comfort the old man who was prone to violence and murder.

Otherwise, the blood splatters on the spot will not look good.

"They want to die."

"They want to die, and you want to be sent back to Nurmengard by Dumbledore?"

"Tsk, then I'm going to beat him up? In this way, you help me block Al, I'll be quick."

There was not much movement here, and most of everyone's attention was on the other side, so the only people who heard this were Artes and Snape.

The Potions Master, who felt that these words seemed familiar, grabbed Asseth and glared at him.

Tragically implicated, Asseth rolled the curse words on his tongue and swallowed them back, letting out some gritted teeth from between his teeth.

"Otherwise, I'll tell Dumbledore and send you back directly."

It's a pity that I met someone who is afraid of someone.

Grindelwald smacked his lips and regretfully dismissed this excellent idea.

"Harry, tell me, did you put the note into the Goblet of Fire?"

Dumbledore over there suddenly stared at Harry and asked this question seriously.

This time Harry finally found the words to defend himself.

"I do not have."

"Ah."

Dumbledore nodded. He couldn't tell whether he believed it or not. Harry's heart was hanging high, as if it would fall down in the next second.

"Humph, we all can speak."

Karkaroff still didn't believe it, and Ms. Maxim was also shaking her head, harshly speaking.

"Albus, he's lying!"

"Since Harry says no, then I believe him."

Seeing students from his college being scolded many times, Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help but stand up and sternly refuted the two.

"I believe him too."

A limping figure emerged from the darkness.

When Moody came out, the first thing he did was stare at Karkaroff, with no trace of disgust in his eyes.

"Hmph, Karkaroff, if you don't want to abide by the rules, then leave. No one will keep you, provided that you can leave your participating students behind."

"I never said I was unwilling to abide by the rules. What's more, isn't it Hogwarts who is not abiding by the rules now?"

Karkaroff frowned and turned aside to avoid Moody's cold gaze.

"Is this really true?" Moody said coldly, "Karkaroff, the person who put Potter's name on it, knows the rules of the Goblet of Fire. Once selected, he must participate. Do you think that person will be you?"

"You are so slanderous! You can tell at this glance that Hogwarts invested Potter's name in order to win."

"I agree with what Karkaroff said." Ms. Maxim looked closely at Dumbledore, "We will protest."

"The person who should protest the most is Potter." Moody yelled, "You only see the benefits that Hogwarts has received, but you can't see Potter's crisis."

It's so noisy.

Aces had a headache from hearing it in the corner.

"You really can't kill them?"

Unwilling to live or die, Grindelwald drew out his wand and was about to use it. The light flickered on and off, and Karkaroff, who was arguing with Moody, suddenly felt a chill on his back.

The older you get, the skinnier you get.

Aces' head hurt even more. He pinched his eyebrows with one hand and pressed the glowing wand with the other.

"Wait a moment, it should be soon."

As Asses guessed, Moody and Karkaroff were arguing more and more fiercely, and their words gradually got out of control, but Dumbledore stopped them.

In the end, Harry's participation in the competition became a foregone conclusion, even if everyone was reluctant.

"Professor Cavendish, Professor Snape, Professor Bagshot, come with me."

The people from the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department gave the four warriors, and Dumbledore took the opportunity to leave and walk towards the three people in the corner.

Snape and Artes both knew that Dumbledore was coming now, and they probably suspected that one of them had done it.

Artes smiled softly, not surprised, but Snape's expression was not so good.

Grindelwald hadn't thought of this yet, and the smile that couldn't be suppressed bloomed on his face, and it faded when he noticed Dumbledore's serious expression.

Several people remained silent and returned to the principal's office.

Not wanting Grindelwald's identity to be exposed, Dumbledore left him outside and brought Artes and Snape in first.

"Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Dumbledore was asking about Artes. He currently had three suspects, but Snape was not among them. He called him here just because of his influence on Artes.

Aces said succinctly, "No."

"How do you prove it?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.

Trying to get the answer he wanted with a series of questions.

But he forgot one thing. Asses was not someone who could be manipulated by others. He was usually gentle and kind but no one provoked him.

"Then you doubt me, where's the evidence? You put the blame on me without any evidence, don't you need evidence?"

The corners of the lips that were usually raised were completely flattened, and the aura of being in a high position pressed down on the old man mercilessly.

Neither side gave in, and the situation was at a stalemate.

"not him."

Snape, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, his expression not very good, and the content of his words clearly stated his position.

Almost the first second his voice appeared, Artes relaxed his momentum and laughed unconsciously.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Snape quietly.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and Snape looked at him and repeated it again.

"not him."

"If you want proof, I'm the proof."

Ok?

Dumbledore felt as if something had exploded in his head, and all he could think of was Snape's calm face and Artes.

He... seems to know something he shouldn't know.

Asseth also felt that he was about to explode, but he was so happy that he completely forgot about his unhappiness just now.

"Are you evidence? What do you mean?"

Dumbledore struggled to find Snape among so many faces and asked.

Snape dropped the second bomb slowly.

"It means that except for classes, we are all together...including at night."