HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore was well aware of the little thought hidden under Grindelwald's smile, and did not expose it or follow it.

"I believe in Professor Umbridge's abilities."

The original intention of this sentence was to acknowledge Umbridge's ability to make things difficult for others, but I don't know what Grindelwald thought about, and his expression became even worse.

"She can't."

"Well, you can do it." Dumbledore used to deal with Grindelwald.

Immediately, Umbridge thought of Arthur.

Gavin and Umbridge's intention to fight against each other was so obvious that anyone with a discerning eye could see it, so he naturally saw it too.

He even knew a little more. Behind the struggle was a struggle for power within the Ministry of Magic.

Political struggle……

The wrinkles on Dumbledore's face moved slightly, and his cloudy eyes were dimly lit.

At a critical moment in the political struggle, Gavin applies to leave Hogwarts?

Putting people into Hogwarts to fight against Umbridge, and then temporarily transferring people away.

Is there something else he doesn't know about?

What role does Voldemort play in it?

And Severus has been acting strangely these past few days.

Gavin, Voldemort and Arthas disappeared.

Some things are fine if you don't delve into them deeply, but once you delve into them, they won't stand up to scrutiny.

Suspicion was suspicion, and Dumbledore did not intend to get to the bottom of it until there was definite information.

It was hard to reach a consensus on Gavin, and there was no need to break the rare balance.

Grindelwald was still happy when he heard Dumbledore's answer, but then he looked at Dumbledore's eyes, which were clearly wandering and unfocused.

He knew that Dumbledore was perfunctory and asked quietly: "Al, who are you thinking about?"

"Mr. Cavendish."

While thinking, Dumbledore blurted out.

Hearing that it was Artes, Grindelwald's alarm bells rang, "What does he have in mind?"

Dumbledore saw Grindelwald's anger through the mirror, and his heart moved.

How about a trip to the cellar?

Maybe Severus would have the answer.

"Al." Grindelwald said dissatisfied when Dumbledore began to lose focus again after he asked.

Dumbledore came to his senses.

"I'm thinking that Severus hasn't been in a calm mood recently. It may have something to do with him. I'm going to go to the cellar. Will you stay in the principal's office or come with me?"

Given Grindelwald's criminal record and Voldemort's successful example.

Dumbledore had always prohibited Grindelwald from interacting with the little wizards at Hogwarts in private, and only allowed him to be in the classroom and the principal's office.

At first, Dumbledore was worried that Grindelwald couldn't stand the rules, so he personally followed and monitored him for several days to make sure that he didn't make any extra moves.

In the end, it was discovered that Grindelwald really didn't like to stay outside, so he stopped monitoring, leaving only the magic spell that could monitor the location and check it at any time.

"go together!"

How could Grindelwald miss the opportunity to go to the cellar openly.

He was watched too closely by Dumbledore, and he never had the chance to ask Snape what he wanted to ask.

Looking back on the sad life at Hogwarts, even Grindelwald had to wipe away bitter tears.

There are two points and one line. You have to report wherever you go, and you are always under the spell of surveillance, and your whereabouts can be traced at any time.

What is the difference between this and a prisoner?

Although he was also a prisoner.

But the prisoner's life is also life.

His life is also his life.

On the other side, as soon as the Potions Professor who had just finished class walked into the cellar door, he was rushed by someone who looked at him eagerly.

Struck by the impact, Snape staggered back a few steps, barely able to steady himself.

Miss Medusa's eyes widened and she looked fearfully at Snape, who was only one punch away from her.

He almost crushed her.

Thinking that she might be crushed into a snake cake, Miss Medusa raised her tail angrily and threw it hard at Morpidot who was eating melon aside.

The main debt is repaid with favor, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Who made Asseth almost hit her without being too light or too heavy?

Ok……

The dean didn't mean it, so it doesn't count.

"Give you three seconds, get out."

Snape pulled at the Aces pendant stuck to his body with a dark face. His peripheral vision glanced at the two snakes with eyes as wide as bells, and he pulled harder.

He was still not used to being so close to Asseth under the eyes of others.

Aces' ears automatically filtered out the word "go", and he only heard Snape telling him to get down.

The guilt had not passed, so he did not dare to be too presumptuous, so he went down immediately and diligently took the box containing the potion from Snape's hand.

"Good afternoon, Sifu, are you tired from class? Do you want me to press your buttons?"

Snape didn't notice that the box was taken away from his hands, and he could only walk towards the desk empty-handed.

Seeing the neatly organized papers above, and listening to Assis's attentive words.

He squinted his eyes suspiciously to look at Asseth, who was more enthusiastic than usual, and asked incredulously: "Where did you go wrong?"

Asseth's heart tightened and he sneered.

"This is what I should do, and I will do it."

Snape sat down and when he heard the words, he raised his eyes with a half-smile and curled his lips teasingly.

"If you do it right, then it's wrong?"

Aces:......

This bad talk is self-inflicted.

You don’t have to.

Artes, who was pushed into the ditch by Snape, said nothing and looked at Snape and smiled.

If you say something wrong, it would be better not to say it at all.

Seeing that he didn't speak and only looked at him quietly, Snape sneered and did not continue to ask.

Instead, I picked up the revised paper on my desktop and checked it.

"Please ask the idle Master Cavendish to move aside, he is blocking the light."

The despised eldest young master did not dare to get angry or speak out. He felt aggrieved and moved to a place where he could not block the light.

Snape had given up hope in this person who always failed to understand him at critical moments.

Thinking of the things he had not sent out last night, he raised his chin slightly towards the potion room.

"Potion room, second cabinet, third floor, black box, thank you."

Artes was feeling guilty. As soon as he heard Snape's command, he immediately walked to the potion room and found the black box according to the location mentioned in the words.

It was a completely black box. It was cold and smooth in the hand, with no patterns. There was a sound of glass clinking when you picked it up.

Is there a magic potion in it?

While guessing, Asseth took the black box to the desk, found a position that would not block the light, and gave the Potions Master a massage.

It wasn't until he took the black box that he realized that what he just said clearly meant that he was being massaged.

It's just that his mind was filled with the phrase "what's wrong?" and he didn't realize it.

Arthur half lowered his head, trying his best to ignore the touch of the skin under his hands. He focused on the black box and asked curiously, "Sif, is this?"

Snape pushed the examined papers aside, waved his wand, extinguished the fireplace and most of the lights, and half-turned his head to look at Artes.

"Avoid light and heat, two bottles a day."

Aces was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself.

"I drink?"