HP: Embrace the Darkness

So, so cute.

As a pure little badger, Moulton really couldn't resist the furry cat nives.

He didn't even know when the Potions Master had calmed down, so he stared at the little white cat intently, and didn't come back to his senses until a black figure broke into his sight.

Moulton suddenly panicked and couldn't imagine what his Potions Professor, who handled potion materials ruthlessly, would do to the little white cat who looked like a hair ball.

Wouldn't it be disposed of as a potion material?

When he thought of this possibility, Moulton was so panicked that he no longer cared about being afraid. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Snape.

"S...Professor Snape, you can't."

However, he knew it was bad as soon as he said it.

Snape looked impatiently at Moulton, who was blocking the way, wondering why he was so mad.

"If Mr. Moulton still has the ability to think independently, he should know that blocking the road is quite rude."

Not wanting to waste time on Moulton, Snape increased his taunting.

"Also, it's Professor Snape, not...Professor Snape. I didn't expect that in addition to trembling hands, Mr. Moulton also has a stuttering defect."

Moulton's head lowered lower and lower following Snape's words, and he was almost too ashamed to lift it up.

Asses, who was watching everything, was helpless.

He had already attracted Sifu's attention away, so why did this man rush up so stupidly?

Seeing that Moulton's head was about to be buried on the ground, the little white cat walked elegantly to Snape's feet and circled around his trousers.

Wait for him to look over and raise his clear blue eyes.

Sev, it's me.

"Hululu——"

Seeing the familiar look in the little white cat's eyes, Snape's frowned eyebrows unintentionally relaxed, and he stopped thinking about cursing, and instead bent down to pick up the little white cat.

Moulton hadn't heard Snape's cursing voice for a long time. He raised his head in confusion and was shocked by the sight in front of him.

The little white cat was held in the arms of his ruthless Potions Master. Not only did he not struggle, but he rubbed his head against the arm holding it.

Merlin!

Isn't he hallucinating?

Moulton couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes. He looked over again, but there was still no change. The little white cat was still in the mood to look at him.

Snape didn't like being looked at like a monkey, and he didn't like wasting time, so he held the little white cat in one hand, walked around Moulton and walked out.

Reaching the door, he stopped and warned Moulton: "Shut your mouth."

The Potions Master originally wanted to warn Moulton not to talk nonsense, but the next second, he saw Moulton closing his mouth manually and covering it firmly with both hands.

Little white cat: "Pfft——"

This guy is quite interesting.

Snape: "..."

I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone that stupid.

How on earth could he hold back and not let him get out of the potion improvement class?

After the little white cat laughed enough, he brushed away the negative emotions conveyed by Haierbo, gently hooked Snape's collar with his paws, and pulled.

"Ouch——"

Snape lowered his head in response to the force, and looked into the warm and clear blue eyes, filled with venom and then stopped.

He pinched the little white cat's ears with his fingertips, without saying anything else, tightened his black robe and wrapped the little white cat around him, and quickly left Morton's store.

Because he wanted to take advantage of Hogwarts, Snape came to Diagon Alley.

Although today is not a special day, Diagon Alley, which is packed with various shops, is still very lively.

People coming and going wizards walk on both sides of the road, passing strangers from time to time. When they meet an acquaintance, they stop to say hello and chat for a while.

Snape had been to Diagon Alley many times and was quite accustomed to such a lively scene.

But this time he had a little white cat in his arms.

Worried about being hit on the road, Snape walked more carefully than before, and his steps were not as hasty.

Unable to bear it, the black robe rolled around violently, which immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Because of his caution, Snape unconsciously straightened his face, and his imposing aura naturally emerged.

In the eyes of others, he was a guy covered in black and looking untouchable, approaching step by step with his untouchable black robe.

It seemed as if he was going to pull out the wand and cast a death spell on them in the next second.

So when the black robe attacked, they all chose to avoid it.

He forced his way through the crowd.

Snape quickened his pace, passed through the crowd, and turned into a small alley.

The little white cat felt the human stop, poked its head out of the black robe, and rubbed its head against the human's neck with great effort, rubbing it again and again.

Snape felt a little itchy, but he still didn't stop the little white cat's movements. He just turned his head slightly to avoid the source of the itch.

The human avoided it, and the little white cat wasn't annoyed. He changed his position and continued to nuzzle.

Looking at the little white cat that was lovingly attached to the button on his chest, Snape resisted the urge to throw the cat down and asked, "Aren't you going to be busy? Why are you here?"

Not Voldemort yet!

The little white cat pointed at Malfoy Manor, squeaked and gesticulated angrily with its paws.

Snape had a headache from hearing all kinds of cat talk. He pinched the back of the little white cat's neck and put him on the ground. "I assumed you could speak human language."

It felt uncomfortable to be interrupted in the middle of cursing someone. The little white cat immediately seamlessly transformed back into human form and began to complain endlessly.

"Sev, Voldemort is unreasonable. We are not familiar with each other, but he actually sent me an invitation letter to invite me to have afternoon tea. It's wrong to say afternoon tea. He didn't even give me a cup of tea, and he talked a lot of nonsense."

Snape laughed angrily and threw a few checking spells at Asseth. While checking, he cursed: "Have you given your vigilance to those trolls who gave you colds? Do you still want to drink his tea?" "

Aces cooperated with Snape's inspection. Hearing this, he quickly explained: "I don't want to drink, it's just that I don't have to drink, but he has to give it."

The test results came out and everything was normal.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, put away his wand, and looked at Artes suspiciously, "You said he talked nonsense to you, what nonsense did you say?"

"He just wanted to cooperate with me. I didn't ask for details, so I refused directly."

Aces told the truth about Voldemort's words, and also mentioned Voldemort's anomalies by the way, telling Snape to pay attention and protect himself first if something went wrong.

Snape sneered: "I think I should be calmer than someone who goes to an appointment without agreeing to a word."

Aces smiled helplessly.

"If you have any questions, you can go find the new snake at Malfoy Manor."

"He...is the same guy who was at City Hall last time."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Asseth chose to uncover the Halo Serpent's vest.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain many things.

"Why is he here? What is his purpose? When will he leave?"

Snape was very cautious about Herbo, who had left him helpless, and the questions he asked went straight to the core.