HP: Embrace the Darkness

A voice angrily scolded him for being a coward, forgetting the sins engraved on his flesh and blood, and still hesitating.

Another voice earnestly persuaded him to let him go. Even if he didn't become a spy, Dumbledore had other ways.

The first voice gradually took over.

It hit the nail on the head and was the straw that broke the camel's back - even if you don't become a spy, Voldemort will not let you go, and you... will implicate him.

These words overwhelmed all struggles.

"I know," Snape said calmly, "I'm willing too, anytime."

"Click——"

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Asseth crushed the tea cup in his hand with an expressionless face. The hot tea flowed down his knuckles and disappeared before it reached his body.

Looking again, the cup in his hand was intact and the tea was still in it.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and he was horrified that Artes could use the spell silently in front of him.

Grindelwald calmly moved behind Dumbledore. The wand hidden in his sleeve revealed a head. He held it quietly and looked at Artes warily.

Artes frowned and put down the tea cup, ignoring the wary looks in the room except Snape.

"Not now." His voice was very soft, but there was no doubt about it, "Dumbledore, this is the condition you gave yourself. I don't like to break the contract."

Of course Dumbledore knew that it wouldn't work now. How could he not remember the conditions he personally agreed to?

Can it be done?

Can you move your ears? Did he say those words?

is it him?

Isn't this what the Potions Master himself said...?

Everything is thrown at his head.

The Potions Master banned everyone from entering and exiting the Quidditch pitch last night for no reason and threw it on his head.

Today he didn't say anything and was blamed again. As a principal, he really felt more and more aggrieved.

Arthur's conscience didn't hurt at all, and he waited persistently for Dumbledore to admit his words in person, and gave up Snape's idea of ​​going back now.

Dumbledore looked at him and then at Snape.

"How about you guys discuss it?"

To be honest, he didn't really want to be this villain.

No one in the office answered.

After Snape finished speaking, he began to look away. He didn't know where his eyes fell, but he didn't look at Artes. His right hand unconsciously covered his left arm, and his lips were stretched into a straight line, as if he was fighting against something.

Artes also didn't look at Snape. His black pupils were as dark as cold pools, and there was no smile at the corners of his slightly raised lips. He pressed toward Dumbledore with complete sharpness and indifference.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who knew the inside story, looked at each other and wanted to give some advice but didn't know how.

Sirius and Harry, who didn't know the inside story, looked at each other, always feeling that the atmosphere in the office was particularly weird.

Sirius glanced at Harry beside him, then frowned and looked at Artes and Snape.

He was young and unruly and had outstanding looks. He was highly sought after when he was a student at Hogwarts and never lacked suitors, so he was no stranger to love affairs.

Something was obviously wrong with the two people in front of them.

"Watch your eyes, if you look again I will personally take you back to Cavendish Manor."

The glance behind him was so obvious that it hit the muzzle of Ass's gun, and he didn't even turn around to warn him.

It was said to be a warning, but in fact it was not much different from a threat. After staying in Cavendish Manor for so long, Sirius had some understanding of Arthur's strength. He weighed it for a few seconds and then silently looked back.

"Ahem...Sirius?" Dumbledore reconciled awkwardly, "I need you and Severus to eliminate your prejudices. You are future comrades. At the very least, you must accept each other and trust each other."

Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders. This action seemed to give him a steady stream of courage and strength, allowing him to calm down and think.

He wanted to protect Harry.

And he alone is not enough.

He needed Dumbledore, he needed the Order of the Phoenix.

"I have no objection." Sirius couldn't hide the stiffness in his tone, "What should I do?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Severus? Shake his hand."

For some reason, Dumbledore felt like he was coaxing a child, or a child having a tantrum. This unreasonable thought made him want to laugh.

It's a pity that if he laughs in the current atmosphere, the Potions Master's eye knife can stab him to death.

Dumbledore regretfully pulled at his beard and planned to secretly laugh at the Potions Master with Grindelwald after everyone left.

"unnecessary."

Snape replied coldly, as if he disliked Dumbledore's weird tone. His face darkened a little, but he glanced at Artes calmly from the corner of his eye.

After so many years of getting along, how could Dumbledore not see that Snape was distracted.

His eyes were almost touching Asseth next door, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

"No need?" Sirius said angrily, "You think I want to have sex with someone like you -"

Sirius' words came to an abrupt end.

He raised his hand in confusion and touched his neck. When he lowered his head, he saw that his hand was full of blood.

The blood seeping from his neck soaked his collar in just a few seconds, dripping onto Harry's body, warm and sticky.

Harry also looked up in confusion, and Sirius' miserable condition came into view. His pupils suddenly tightened, and his lips opened and closed but he couldn't speak.

The smell of blood spread in the principal's office.

Snape turned his back to Sirius. He smelled the smell of blood and looked back. He couldn't help but frown when he saw the blood on Sirius's body, and subconsciously looked at Artes.

"How are you?"

Sirius clutched his neck and gasped in pain.

He was furious when he heard Snape's words. He was the one who was hurt, not Cavendish!

Artes, who had never expressed anything, heard the worry in Snape's voice, his face brightened slightly, and he smiled at him to prove that he had no problem.

"I am fine."

Then, under Dumbledore's suddenly sharp gaze, he slowly smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves caused by waving, "Black, the next time, the death curse will hit you."

"you!"

Sirius still didn't dare to say anything. He could feel that Artes really wanted to kill him just now, but there were so many people in the office and no one reacted.

The blood flowed more and more, and because of the anger and excessive bleeding, Sirius's body shook twice and fell straight to the ground.

Harry quickly stretched out his hand to catch Sirius, but the force was too great, and the two sat on the ground together.

Seeing this situation, Dumbledore didn't bother to question Artes. He came to Sirius in two or three steps and knelt down to check his injuries.

Grindelwald slowly walked over, and kept winking at Artes out of sight of Dumbledore, telling him not to irritate Dumbledore too much.