HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape wrote down all the doubtful points quietly and returned his attention to the cauldron in front of him. "Next time, you can add dried nettles a minute earlier."

Draco nodded in agreement.

His platinum blond hair swayed as he nodded, looking both naive and well-behaved.

Snape's gloomy expression softened a little when he realized something was wrong with Harry, "Your level is fine, as long as you don't be too smart in the exam."

Draco nodded more frequently.

Snape was very satisfied with his attitude and wished he could drag Potter over now to show him what politeness meant! What does it mean to respect a professor!

But it is a pity that, considering the influence of an unknown person, the Potions Master who was ready to make a move had to give up this approach no matter how much he thought about it, and instead went all-out to provoke other people's problems.

So much so that at the end of a Potions lesson, everyone except Draco and Hermione were more or less forced to accept the full-scale correction from the Potions Professor.

After class, Draco deliberately sent away the Slytherin who was waiting for him, slowed down his movements, avoided everyone's sight, and stopped Snape when he reached the corner.

Snape didn't look surprised and handed Draco the potions homework he had collected in class.

"No matter what problem you have, go to the cellar and wait for me, Mr. Malfoy, and...send your wonderful works to the cellar, thank you."

Draco was stunned. The hand that took out the letter took it back slowly, and he stretched out his other hand to take over the homework that Snape called "whimsical".

"Okay, Dean."

Snape didn't have any homework, so he turned around and headed straight to the eighth floor to find someone to blame.

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore hugged himself with a cup of hot cocoa.

Next to him, Grindelwald tried his best to talk but didn't get a look. After a while, he became a little discouraged and sat down to take a break while panting.

"Al, I'd like some hot cocoa, too."

Grindelwald didn't expect Dumbledore to react to his casual words, but Dumbledore held a cup of hot cocoa, turned his head faintly, stared at him for a while, and then reached for his wand.

The magic wand clicked on the table, and a cup of sweet and delicious hot cocoa appeared out of thin air.

Grindelwald was overjoyed, hurriedly went to get the hot cocoa, and looked at Dumbledore eagerly, "Al, are you not angry anymore?"

Dumbledore smiled tiredly, "It takes strength to be angry, Gale, I'm old."

"Not even half as old as Nico Flamel." Grindelwald retorted, holding the hot cocoa tightly.

Dumbledore didn't want to get into a new argument for the time being. Just then, the door made a scratching sound. He decisively ignored Grindelwald and looked at the door.

When he saw that the person coming was Snape, and saw the cold expression on Snape's face, Dumbledore trembled in his heart, and then began to regret it.

It's better to talk to Grindelwald!

Snape strode over, his black robe billowing, carrying the cold air outside and the owner's murderous aura, and stabbed the two old men on the sofa.

"Dumbledore, I guess... you should know why I came to you? And be prepared?"

His voice was low and smooth, like a cobra that was ready to strike, slowly raising its body and spreading its venomous fangs, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike.

As the prey that only wanted to be poisoned, Dumbledore was not happy at all.

Not even with hot cocoa in my arms.

Grindelwald was dissatisfied with Snape's attitude towards Dumbledore. He raised his eyelids and opened his mouth, trying to express his dissatisfaction in beautiful words.

Of course, due to the debt relationship, Grindelwald's beautiful language was beautiful language in the literal sense. Unfortunately, Dumbledore, who has no mind reading ability, didn't know this. He thought he was going to say something not so nice again, so he quickly sealed it with a magic spell. Grindelwald's mouth.

Grindelwald pointed at Dumbledore and said "Uh huh" in disbelief, earning a firm and helpless look from Dumbledore.

"Gayle, don't interrupt, this is a conversation between Severus and I."

After saying that, Dumbledore sighed, put down the hot cocoa, and looked at Snape.

"Can I get a hint?"

The corners of Snape's lips moved slightly, as if he was mocking or rejecting.

Still the familiar Severus scoff.

Dumbledore felt a little relieved for no reason. He raised his wand, placed a cup of hot cocoa on the table, and looked sadly and gently at the man who completed the task without hesitation after his death.

"Want to try it? Severus, Mr. Cavendish had a drink and seemed to like it."

Snape was made uncomfortable by Dumbledore's eyes. While he was suspicious of the purpose of Dumbledore's soft policy, he cautiously sat down on the sofa.

But he didn't get the hot cocoa - Asses didn't like hot cocoa that tasted too sweet.

"What did you say to him?" Snape asked.

Dumbledore thought of Artes' almost red eyes again, "To be honest, I didn't say anything, I just asked a few questions... I'm sorry, Severus, I can't tell you those questions."

problem?

Snape observed Dumbledore's expression.

Dumbledore was comfortable observing him and offering him a piece of advice.

"My question involves Mr. Cavendish's privacy, which I have no right to disclose, but Severus, why don't you ask Mr. Cavendish?"

Didn't he know that he could ask Asseth?

Whenever Asseth's situation was better, he would never step into the principal's office.

Indescribable annoyance spread in his heart. Snape pursed his lips and tactfully addressed the question, relaying the anomalies in the Savior's Potions class and his speculations in a straight and clear manner.

Dumbledore's expression gradually became serious, and he said to himself: "When Tom was resurrected, Harry's blood was used. Is this the connection brought by blood?"

"Maybe."

Snape wasn't sure.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, "Although the connection between them is not clear yet, we all know that we cannot continue like this."

"Severus, it looks like I'm going to trouble you again."

Snape knew the outcome even before he decided to come, so he agreed without hesitation.

"Of course, but I don't think the empty brain of the Savior can build a decent defense."

"But he has a good enough teacher, Severus. No one in the British wizarding world can match you in Occlumency. I believe you believe in him too."

Dumbledore praised sincerely.

Snape was noncommittal.

As far as he knew, Asseth's Occlumency was no worse than his, but he just didn't take precautions against him.

And Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Snape looked at Grindelwald without any trace.

These two people are the greatest white wizard of this century, and they are equal opponents of the greatest white wizard of this century. No matter how you calculate, they can't be worse than him.

No matter how you calculate it, he is nothing.