HP: Embrace the Darkness

Umbridge feels very unhappy recently!

She came with a mission for Fudge and Voldemort. It had been more than a week since school started, and there was still no progress.

Even the specific situation of Hogwarts is not clear, let alone the so-called Ravenclaw crown.

If the Minister and the Dark Lord find out...she will definitely die.

The pink office that dominated all eyes could not lighten Umbridge's desperate mood.

She gnawed her nails nervously, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The anxiety in her heart almost turned into a demon with snarling fangs and claws, dragging her into the abyss.

"No, we can't go on like this!"

Umbridge's trembling body suddenly stopped and she gritted her teeth decisively.

"If you stop me again, don't blame me for doing something that makes everyone uncomfortable."

Another Potions class.

Snape went to the potions classroom with ease, and taught the little wizards below him with ease, and then left them to complete their tasks while he picked up the psychoanalysis that he had not finished yet.

Because of Asseth, he frequently came into contact with psychology-related knowledge. Over time, he got to know all the psychology experts.

The theories they put forward were very interesting and refreshed his understanding of the world, and Freud's analysis of dreams was one of them.

Strictly speaking, some of the psychological theories about dreams in it are more realistic than the widely circulated "Dream Interpretation Guide" by wizards, and there is no need to search for similar dream explanations one by one.

Therefore, even he has to admit that the ideas of individual Muggles in the Muggle world have considerable merit and can always give him some inspiration.

There are also Muggle medicine and pharmacies.

Maybe... the future of potions will be in Muggle medicine.

Snape thought as he turned the pages.

The sound of scraping pages was not obvious among the sounds of jars and cauldrons hitting each other.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the potions classroom made an unpleasant creaking sound, and the relatively harmonious atmosphere was instantly broken.

Snape looked up impatiently from his book.

He wanted to see who dared to be late for his class without risking his life.

However, the Potions Master was silent.

The person who caught his eye was not the late student as he thought, but a pink moving castle with other colors except the exposed skin - Umbridge.

"Hello, Professor Snape."

Umbridge looked around and smiled at the students below who looked at her curiously.

Snape looked at her, a trace of disgust flashed quietly in his eyes, and he smiled softly.

"Hello, Professor Umbridge."

His voice was low and soft, almost gentle.

But the little wizards he has taught all know that speaking like this shows that the Potions Professor has basically run out of patience and is on the verge of breaking out.

If you don’t want to harm the pond fish, it’s best to stay away.

The little wizards seemed not to notice Umbridge's smile, as if they lowered their heads and were doing their own things.

It's a pity that Umbridge is not as clever as the little wizards and can't read Snape's face.

"Oh, Severus, um... you don't mind if I call you that?"

Umbridge deliberately wore an exaggerated and disgusting smile on her face, as if seeing Snape was a very happy thing for her.

Before Snape could answer, she looked around again and smiled falsely.

"Did I not disturb your lecture?"

You know and you still ask?

Snape's face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with naked sarcasm.

Without the need for words, Umbridge felt uncomfortable all over, and her intended words were stuck in her throat.

"Is there anything else? If you don't please leave and please don't call me by my Christian name, we haven't gotten to know each other to this extent yet." Snape said with a sneer.

The meaning of driving people away is obvious.

Umbridge was embarrassed to be humiliated by Snape in front of so many schools.

"Professor Snape, do you know who I am?"

"Appreciate further details."

Snape's almost calm answer was different from the expected anger, and Umbridge was stunned for a moment.

"Professor Snape, I am the senior investigator assigned to Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic."

Snape's expression didn't change at all.

"so what?"

So?

Umbridge seemed to have been greatly wronged, and her eyes widened suddenly.

"I am a senior investigator appointed by the Ministry of Magic."

She repeated again, adding emphasis to the Ministry of Magic and the High Inquisitor.

Snape still had no expression and asked impatiently, "So? What does this have to do with me."

"Merlin's beard, can't she understand human speech? Professor Snape asked her to leave, why is she still here saying that she is a senior investigator?"

The little lions below whispered quietly in twos and threes.

Hearing the muttering, Ron leaned over and pointed at the open cauldron, "That's right, all my potions were ruined because of her."

Hermione, who was carefully stirring the crucible, took the time to glare at him, "It's not because you kept looking at her and didn't look at your crucible that was about to dry up!"

"If she wasn't here, I'd be looking at my cauldron, so it's still her problem, she's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and now Potions! She shouldn't even be here."

Not to be outdone, Ron yelled softly.

"Can you find your own reasons, Ron, why you blame everyone else for all your problems? If you were attentive enough and kept looking at the crucible, how could you be affected by her."

Hermione retorted bluntly.

"Yes, you concentrate, your potions are good, and Snape is speechless every time." Ron said in a sinister tone.

"you!"

Hermione was so angry that she didn't notice the gray smoke coming out of her cauldron. By the time she realized it, the potion had failed.

Ron gloated.

Hermione saw the smile, and the two quarreled again about the smile.

You said something to me, even though your voice was very low, it still sounded disturbing.

Caught between them, Harry, who was often forced to act as peacemaker, had been having nightmares frequently recently and could hardly sleep well at night.

Lack of sleep caused him to have a bad temper, and there was always an unknown fire in his heart.

Now that he heard his friends quarreling again, he impatiently moved the crucible and changed its position.

"Can you please calm down? I've never seen you get along peacefully."

Hermione and Ron were stunned at the same time, looking at Harry, their lips moving, as if they wanted to say something.

Harry was so angry and worried about the potion that he had finally prepared in the crucible that he had no intention of caring about his friends. He just arranged his crucible in a new position and stirred it.

Seeing that Harry was angry, Ron and Hermione didn't want to argue and returned to their seats quietly.