HP: Embrace the Darkness

The little wizard had a very comfortable life today.

They took the time to summarize that there were probably two reasons why they were able to live so comfortably.

First of all, the pink professor who appears from time to time to criticize has just become the vice-principal, and today he was inexplicably transferred back to the Ministry of Magic.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is fully taught by Professor Bagshot, another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

When they learned the news, the little wizards happened to be having breakfast in the auditorium.

This time they didn't eat breakfast anymore, turned around and cheered crazily with their friends, and the applause and cheers soared into the sky.

Several students even had tears in their eyes.

Finally gone!

Finally... no one was pointing or gibbering while they were in class.

Merlin! God knows how bad the mood of the professor who was interrupted many times in class was.

Especially Potions.

Every time after Umbridge left, they had to face a potions professor who was full of energy, disliked everyone, and wanted to curse everyone he looked at.

As time went by, even the Slytherin students couldn't stand it anymore. When they saw Umbridge and their dean, they walked around for fear of getting angry.

If this continues, they won't even dare to take Potions class anymore.

It's good to go, it's good to go.

Draco suppressed his excitement and sipped the milk reservedly to hide the corners of his mouth that couldn't hold it down.

The other little snakes on the long table behaved similarly.

They hide their joy in various ways, or tap the cup gently to show their joy with restraint.

But Gryffindor is different.

This group of enthusiastic little lions are the main force in cheering.

The food on the long Gryffindor table was accidentally swept away and scattered all over the floor. They didn't care. They stood up, pushed the stools aside, and cheered loudly.

The twins pressed Ron to the left and right and danced a strange and energetic dance.

Ron was unable to resist his two brothers and could only ask Hermione and Harry for help.

Harry smiled as he watched his friend being tortured, while Hermione lowered her head, thoughtfully.

Ravenclaws were equally happy, but they cared more about the fact that Defense Against the Dark Arts classes did not require purely theoretical classes.

In their minds, the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors were as different as heaven and earth.

Compared to Umbridge who asked them to read books and learn theoretical knowledge, Professor Bagshot's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which combines theory and practice, was simply a supreme enjoyment.

It would be better if Professor Bagshot didn't look at them with that strange appraising look.

The eaglets lamented that it was difficult to have both ends of the world.

Beside them, the little badgers who love food were discussing the dinner party tonight.

There's nothing like a good meal to celebrate the wonderful life ahead...for them.

Cedric listened to his friend's discussion, his heart moved, and he looked at Draco hesitantly.

After their last cooperation, his relationship with Draco had grown increasingly close.

Hufflepuffs can invite their own siblings and friends to a party.

Was he going to invite Draco?

Noticing the gaze from the Hufflepuff table, Draco looked over calmly and saw that it was Cedric. He smiled and said hello.

Because of this smile, Cedric made up his mind and began to think about how to open this mouth.

In addition to the joyous event of Umbridge's departure, there was another reason why they felt that they could live so comfortably today.

That means today's Potions class won't be difficult.

Their Potions Master seemed to be in a good mood.

During class, he didn't stare at anyone, and he didn't deduct points significantly. Even his venom was reduced a lot. He could only call Potter stupid a few times.

There will be no more.

It’s gone!

This is completely inconsistent with the style of a Potions Master.

Sure enough, Professor Umbridge's destructive power was too great. Would even their Potions Professor be happy about her departure?

The curious little wizard quietly looked at the Potions Professor who was dining at the Professor's table.

Draco, the only one who felt that he might know the truth, ate calmly, and occasionally disliked the fuss made by others...especially Gryffindor.

When I looked around the audience, I felt like everyone was drunk and I was alone.

On the professor's desk.

Several professors were also in a good mood. Anyone who had to be interrupted every day in class and then make a lot of comments about their class methods would be unhappy.

They are no exception.

Dumbledore looked at the cheerful little wizard and several professors with a smile, and was soon brought back to attention by Grindelwald's voice.

"Professor Bagshot, maybe you could be a little gentler during your meal."

Dumbledore warned Grindelwald without leaving any trace, but Grindelwald glared and wanted to accuse.

As a result, Hagrid, who received the signal from Dumbledore's eyes, hugged him enthusiastically, and the weight of the hybrid giant almost killed Grindelwald.

He could only reluctantly shut up.

Snape looked at the embarrassed Grindelwald with cold eyes and curled his lips mockingly.

After making sure to convey his heartfelt ridicule, he concentrated on eating his dinner.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice the undercurrent surging around the principal, but when she saw Snape eating on time, her smile softened a little.

She also watched Snape grow up, and her feelings for Snape were more than just colleagues.

So every time I see Snape ruining his body, I can't help but give him a few words of caution.

However, every time Snape still went his own way, let alone changing it, he would just keep doing it and work harder.

She looked at so many lion cubs and couldn't keep an eye on Snape.

As time went by, Snape's expression became even worse than hers, considering that she was already over sixty! Snape was only in his early thirties, so they were half the age difference.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall shook her head and whispered to Professor Sprout.

Both of them were curious about Snape's change, but they respected Snape's privacy and did not interfere, but this did not prevent them from being happy about this change.

The two witches looked at each other and smiled, both seeing relief and joy in each other's eyes.

The short Professor Flitwick couldn't get into the conversation between the two ladies, so he simply stood down quietly holding his drink and listened openly to the concerns of his two colleagues about another colleague.

On this day, from morning to evening, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious, whether at the professor's long table or the long tables of the four colleges.

Aces, who was attending a banquet in a Muggle castle, didn't think so.

He never expected that the two families selected for peace had the same idea - marriage.

The key is that the other party didn't say it clearly, and he couldn't refuse it explicitly, so he could only stall for time here.

Aces is now only grateful that there is still someone to share the firepower with him.

His friend Gort, the Prime Minister's only son, was treated with exactly the same enthusiasm, or even more so, because the Prime Minister held the real power.

"Sorry, I'm a bit drunk."

After once again declining an invitation from a lady, Asses changed places without stopping.

Of course, he didn't forget his best friend.

He didn't waste a drop of the remaining wine and drank it all, trying to make his body smell like wine.

Gort saw Asses's refusals one after another from a distance, and smiled apologetically at his companion who was communicating.

Then he turned around and walked towards Asseth.