HP: Embrace the Darkness

Out of some unknown state of mind, Dumbledore did not pay attention to Grindelwald, but focused on Ass and Snape.

Watch them scramble and hide around the campfire.

He didn't dare to be too forceful in his snatching action, his hands were tied up, and he was attacked by wine-scented venom from time to time, with obvious helplessness and a smile on his face.

The one who was hiding was very domineering, scolding and arrogant while hiding, and could almost be called arrogant.

Or... being arrogant due to favor.

He had never seen the Potions Professor with such a lively appearance, which almost overturned his impression of Snape.

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh, but also felt a little inexplicable sadness.

At first, he really didn't like Snape, who was selfish, surrendered to Voldemort, and only thought about Lily, regardless of the life and death of the Potter family.

Later, he brought Snape back to Hogwarts, mostly with the idea of ​​using him.

But after more than ten years of getting along day and night, he had a deeper understanding of Snape, gradually understood his original choice, and gradually felt guilty.

Everything Snape experienced had more or less something to do with him. He had to continue to use him and watch him go further and further down this dangerous road. He could never look back, even if there might be death ahead.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly. In fact, Arthur's accusation against him was right.

As the principal, he failed to be fair and impartial, treat everyone equally, and provide students with a good educational environment.

As a professor, he failed to protect his students and even abandoned them with his own hands, sending them into the abyss.

How ridiculous.

Dumbledore laughed to himself.

Without Mr. Cavendish, Severus' future would probably be exactly what he imagined. There would be no turning back and no turning back.

The old man who had been smiling all night suddenly lost his smile, and Draco looked over strangely.

He spoke reluctantly, considering they were alone here.

"Hey... Principal Dumbledore, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so strange?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, Draco continued, "You stopped smiling when you saw my brother. Do you have a problem with him?"

"Or do you want to say that he and the dean - wait, you stopped laughing, do you disagree with them?"

Worry flashed across Draco's eyes, and soon turned into a stern look.

"How can you disagree! They are so - no, you are just the principal and have no right to disagree, and they don't need your agreement."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and Dumbledore, who had never found a chance to interrupt, calmly brought the topic to Artes and Snape.

Ever since the last time he accidentally broke into a private relationship between the two of them, he had been interested in all aspects of them, but neither of them was easy to talk to. Now there was Draco who was easy to talk to others and knew the inside story.

It can be said that God helped him.

Under Dumbledore's skillful guidance, Draco unpreparedly began to leak.

As their names were heard in the wind, Artes and Snape tacitly stopped chasing each other, passed by the three people having a drink, and looked at Draco... and Dumbledore, the only ones who could possibly talk to them. profitable.

On the other hand, Draco became more and more excited as he talked, completely immersed in it, and didn't even notice Artes and Snape walking towards him.

Dumbledore noticed, quickly shut his mouth, distanced himself from Draco, and stayed away from the culprit.

As soon as Asseth approached, he heard Draco's wild words: You don't know, my brother, such a gentle man, has actually learned to be cruel to me. It must be red if you are close to vermillion, and black if you are close to ink!

"Who is hurting you? Tell me clearly." Asespi smiled faintly.

Snape, who was following him, also smiled coldly, his drunken eyes filled with the shadow of swords and swords, "Who is Black? Tell me clearly."

Draco waved his hand, but before he could react, he continued to talk nonsense: "Of course it's me - Hey! Who hit me! Brother, why are you here?"

After being hit with a small stone by Dumbledore, Draco discovered Artes and Snape belatedly.

Looking around, the characteristics of Slytherin made him quickly understand the current situation.

He hurriedly backed away with a smile, and did not hesitate to betray his teammates who saved him half his life. "It was all asked by Principal Dumbledore, it has nothing to do with me!"

Dumbledore immediately noticed two sharp gazes sweeping over him, one on the left and one on the right, with the momentum to cut him into pieces.

The gloating smile suddenly froze.

Thinking that Draco was also his student, Dumbledore broke his teeth and swallowed it, reluctantly admitting it.

"Yes, that's right, I asked, but -"

After changing his words, Dumbledore looked at Draco, "I am here to raise Mr. Malfoy's vigilance."

Draco stretched out his hand in disbelief, "You are talking nonsense, you are obviously... just..."

He "just" didn't say the next words for a long time. After all, Dumbledore did not clearly say why. Now it is understandable to say that it was to increase his vigilance.

Artes couldn't bear to look at how this stupid brother couldn't imitate Dumbledore's ability to tell lies with his eyes open.

Dumbledore, who was telling lies with his eyes open, came out laughing and laughed, "Mr. Malfoy suffered a loss this time, remember next time - Gale! What are you doing!"

Several people were shocked by Dumbledore's suddenly louder voice, and they all followed Dumbledore's horrified gaze.

Then they saw three mengzi who didn't know when they started to change the bowls into jars, each holding a jar, holding them and pouring tons and tons of... wine!

I don’t know how long the three of them had been drinking. Their eyes were a little straight and their movements were getting slower and slower.

Grindelwald, the worst drunk, was the first to go out.

He was holding the wine jar, swaying, unable to stand still, and sat down on the ground in a daze. He still kept up with the rhythm and poured himself wine from time to time.

Dumbledore was so frightened that he quickly waved his wand and moved the wine jar aside.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald was drunk, and he still remembered that he could not lose to two women, struggled to hold the wine jar, and continued to drink himself, without the need for anyone to persuade him.

"Is this life-threatening?" Draco murmured.

Aces gave him a confirming look, "You can understand it this way."