HP: Embrace the Darkness

Perhaps the shock he had just received was too great. Dumbledore coughed for a long time, and then sadly discovered that his emotional intelligence, which had grown with age, suddenly disappeared.

After holding it in for a long time, I couldn't even say a word to help myself out. My mind was filled with the scene just now.

Look at Artes who has his dissatisfaction written on his face, and look at Snape who can't see anyone at all. Dumbledore kicked Grindelwald and signaled him to say something.

Grindelwald didn't know what to say, so he could only smile dryly, "Uh... Al, how about we come back another day and let them continue?"

Dumbledore was speechless for a while.

He knew that he could not have any expectations for Grindelwald's emotional intelligence unless his career was involved.

Grindelwald gave Dumbledore a helpless look. He would have been eloquent in other situations, but this situation was wrong!

Breaking through the intimacy between Artes and the professor was still in a confined space.

It would be nice if he could speak.

Asseth looked at the two old men with an expressionless face as they glanced back and forth, neither wanting to rescue themselves nor speak.

He is angry!

every time!

Every time someone interrupts them!

This time they clearly sent Grandpa Joel away, along with Gavin, and also trapped Voldemort in the rainforest unable to return, but in the end, someone still disturbed them.

Why is it so difficult to live in a world of two?

It is difficult to return, so Dumbledore and Grindelwald must be sent away first.

Aces pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache and smiled bitterly.

He didn't care about being busted.

But the potion master is thin-skinned, and he probably doesn’t know where he wants to go with this little time.

Whether he could be in the cellar tonight was still a question.

Thinking of this, the forced smile that Artes forced out disappeared instantly.

Failing to manage his expression, he raised his chin to Dumbledore and Grindelwald with a slumped face, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what's the matter?"

As he spoke, he turned sideways and accurately blocked Snape before the two people looked over.

Hearing a sound breaking the deathly silence of the cellar, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly made three polite remarks.

"Mr. Cavendish, we haven't seen you for a long time. It's not a big deal. Since you are busy, we can come back another day. I won't disturb you."

After saying that, Dumbledore pulled Grindelwald over and tried to escape with three steps at a time.

His movements were so fast that he didn't look like a centenarian.

"and many more."

Another voice suddenly sounded from the cellar.

Dumbledore put his hands on the fireplace, looking at the fireplace a step away in grief, hating why he didn't move faster just now.

It was clear that he was only one step away from escaping this extremely embarrassing situation.

"What's the matter? Tell me now."

Snape's voice was calmer than Arthur's, like the last calm before the storm.

He walked out from behind Artes and looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald calmly.

The clothes on her body have been arranged, and there is nothing unusual except for the slightly red lips and red neck.

After Snape came out, Artes stood aside silently to make room for him.

I also poured a cup of Earl Gray tea with just the right temperature and sweetness, and placed it within easy reach.

Suddenly, the potion master's angry black eyes softened a little, and the low air pressure around him showed signs of warming up.

Grindelwald noticed Artes' movements and Snape's changes out of the corner of his eye, and looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, ready to make a move.

He'll try it next time too.

Afterwards, Asseth, who had poured the tea, also looked over and waited quietly for the next words.

Both Dumbledore and Grindelwald were a little overwhelmed by being looked at by the two parties.

They turned and looked at each other awkwardly.

Of course, the most embarrassing thing was Dumbledore.

He came to the cellar to test where Ass was going and what he was doing, but now he bumped into the person involved.

I also saw them...

The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more he couldn't control his mind. He was extremely curious about what these two people would have done without them.

Snape inexplicably felt that something was wrong with the way Dumbledore looked at him, and he narrowed his eyes coolly.

"I assume our principal isn't so old that he's not deaf enough to hear other people's problems?"

A voice as soft as a cello suppressed his anger and coldly questioned Dumbledore.

Dumbledore recovered from the indescribable scenes and racked his brains to think of an excuse, "Actually, it's not an important matter, it's just..."

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered the complaint he overheard a few days ago.

"I found it... I remembered it. Madam Pomfrey said that the school infirmary doesn't have enough medicine. You may need to prepare some. Let me tell you."

After hearing Dumbledore's lame excuse, Snape couldn't maintain his forced composure and roared unbearably.

"So just for this reason, our idle Principal Dumbledore and his men secretly broke into the private space of his employees!?"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had their toes on the ground, shook at the same time. One looked at the sky and the other at the ground, but no one looked at Snape, who was angry.

Grindelwald is the one who looks at the sky.

His eyes were floating vaguely on the ceiling of the cellar, with a bit of displeasure and irritability.

Even a little professor dared to yell at him.

If he hadn't owed Asseth three things, and if Asses hadn't been around, he would have taken Al away long ago.

Dumbledore is the one looking at the ground.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Snape yelling at him, nor did he feel angry. After all, he had been around Snape's roars in the past few years.

I've long been used to it.

The only reason he looked was because he was afraid that Snape would see the gossip in his eyes and make Snape angry.

That makes it harder to get out.

Artes stood behind Snape, staring at Grindelwald vaguely, condensing a few white magic balls on his fingertips, playing with them casually.

The magic dumplings look very soft and easy to pinch, and they don’t deform even when you pinch them.

Like an egg with its shell peeled off, leaving only the eggshell membrane.

No one knows how powerful it will be after it lands.

Hmm... If Grindelwald dares to take action, Grindelwald should know about it right away.

Aces thought with interest, his eyes falling on Snape's neck again unconsciously.

After cursing, Snape's anger dissipated a little, and he turned his head away from his eyes.

Aces heard the elegant meaning and took a step forward, with a standard yet elegant smile on his face again.

"Since Principal Dumbledore is fine, please come back. However, as a school director, I would like to say that the principal should not rely too much on others."

He stopped as soon as he finished speaking and saw off the guests, all in one go, leaving no chance for Dumbledore and Grindelwald to speak at all.

Silence returned to the cellar.

Aces came to Snape's side in a few steps, handed over the red and fragrant Earl Grey, and coaxed him in a low voice.

"Don't be angry. I will close the passage from the principal's office fireplace to the cellar fireplace later. They will never be able to come in and let them stare outside."