HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Introduction to Psychoanalysis?"

Hermione read the title of the book in a low voice, her eyes flashing with surprise.

"Freudian psychoanalysis?"

Snape glanced at her impatiently and closed the book heavily, "Miss Know-it-all, please don't show off your knowledge in places where you shouldn't be."

"Sorry, Professor Snape." Hermione knew that she had violated Snape's privacy and quickly apologized.

Having read half of the book in his hand, Snape stood up impatiently, preparing to face the pots of unknown things.

Hermione wisely left.

The closest one is the focus of attention - Harry Potter.

Without even needing to walk over and take a closer look, Snape knew that he must have missed the hellebore and stirred it without adding it, otherwise the silvery-white steam would not have turned into gray and black gas.

Disdain swept over Harry, and Snape saw Neville behind Harry who could no longer stir the cauldron.

It must have been boiling for too long and the water has dried up.

The potions master judged in his mind without expression, and his eyes came to the next person, Ron.

Ron's situation was slightly better than the first two people. The gray steam was intertwined with green sparks, and a shadow of silvery white steam could barely be seen.

Snape felt like he was going blind.

These things cannot be called magic potions at all.

Why in the world would these idiots come to get potion ingredients?

The pressure on the three people facing Snape was increasing. Although Snape did not speak, his disgust and sarcasm towards them was evident all over him.

So Harry moved slower and slower, and soon made the same mistake as Neville - he boiled the water in the crucible dry, and the gray-black steam floated into the air desperately, leaving only a thick and burnt mass in the crucible. object.

It’s over.

Harry heard his inner cry of despair.

"Potter, I thought you would make at most one mistake during the configuration process. I didn't expect you to make it a second time. It's really unexpected."

The cold and mean sarcasm of the Potions Professor came at the right time, causing the Slytherin next door to laugh disdainfully.

Harry lowered his head, neither looking at Snape nor the Slytherin who was laughing at him.

"Copy the configuration process on the blackboard thirty times and send it to the ground... the Potions classroom. I will check it in the next class. I hope our great savior can write and will not make the mistake of knowingly asking questions again."

Snape said slowly, waving his wand to remove the unknown object from Harry's cauldron.

Draco sneered, "I didn't expect that someone would be fined for being so old."

The arrogant Master Malfoy not only did not restrain himself when facing the savior, but became even more arrogant.

Harry ignored him and quietly received the punishment.

"Mr. Weasley... your punishment is the same as Potter's. I hope you will understand your mistake after copying."

Snape walked up to Ron without discrimination, stirred his unknown object, which was no worse than Harry, and judged Ron's mistake.

Ron agreed dejectedly.

After getting rid of these two wasted potion materials, Snape felt much relieved. He slowly mocked Neville and the other little wizards who were not doing well one by one, and returned to the podium.

"Pack up all the things you have made that have no connection with the demulcent and hand them over to the podium. Anything that is not there will get zero points."

Snape knocked on the table on the podium, and there was an immediate silence. He put the potions where they should be, and shoveled off the potions where they should be.

Not long after, the wooden box used to hold potions was full, and bottles of weird and different potions stood quietly inside.

After checking that everyone handed over the potion, Snape announced the end of get out of class in a cold voice, picked up the wooden box containing the potion and walked out.

Back in the cellar, it was just lunch time, so I put the wooden boxes away, and a variety of food that suited the Potions Master's taste appeared on the table.

Snape was not surprised by the food's appearance.

Arthas knew him too well, and with the Hogwarts class schedule provided by Dumbledore, Arthas could guess what he was doing at each time, and he could also ask Nina to prepare morning and high school for him. dinner.

Since lunch was prepared, Snape naturally did not waste it. He sat down on the sofa and picked up a knife and fork to finish today's lunch.

After finishing his lunch in a few bites, Snape got up and entered the potions room without even pausing.

The cellar without the second person was too deserted, and he was not used to it, so he had to keep himself busy so as not to be overwhelmed by the lonely atmosphere of the cellar.

At this moment, Aces, who was in a forest surrounded by trees and blocking the sky from the sun, was also preparing to have lunch.

He took out a small tent from the alchemy ring, avoided the hissing snakes in the trees, and the inconspicuous poisonous insects, found an open space with relatively few poisonous insects and snakes, and put the tent on the ground. .

The ground was covered with a thick layer of leaves, and the tent was securely placed on it without being stained by the dirt on the ground. This was really friendly to the young Cavendish who hated dirty things.

The tent falls to the ground and is automatically fixed.

Aces opened the tent curtain.

Inside is a spacious and comfortable space that doesn't quite match the appearance. It has all kinds of daily necessities and is equipped with a bathroom and a bedroom.

After roughly washing himself and putting on clean clothes, the new-looking Assis sat comfortably on the sofa and took out the bread prepared by Nina.

There is no way, since Nina has been around since childhood, the eldest young master has never prepared lunch by himself.

It was really difficult for him to rashly ask him to prepare a lunch that would not kill him.

After finishing today's lunch quickly, Asseth took out a stack of different stationery papers.

Anna prepared these for him so that he could write letters to Snape. He didn't know where Anna got back so many beautiful and different styles of letter paper.

Carefully choosing a piece of stationery that looked pleasing to the eye and suited his current mood, Asseth took a quill and began to write down what he saw and heard today.

Of course, all dangers involved are omitted.

There is no need for irrelevant things to appear in the letter reporting safety.

After writing the letter, as if by magic, Asseth conjured a wooden bird with his backhand.

The forest is too dangerous for the owl, so he can only give the letter to Susanna first and ask her to forward it.

Thinking of Susanna, Artes thought of today's Daily Prophet, and his face turned dark.

When Susanna brought the daily newspaper, he thought he was blind. Otherwise, how could he see the photo of Dumbledore and Grindelwald holding hands in the daily newspaper, and it would still move.

It turns out that he is not blind, but Susanna, thirsty for gossip, is crazy.

I hid in a tree a day in advance and stayed up all day and night to get to Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Finally, I managed to take a photo of two of the most powerful wizards who have been famous for a long time holding hands.

This kind of spirit is very valuable, and it would be even more valuable if it were not used for candid photography.