HP: Embrace the Darkness

On this day, George and Fred, who couldn't bear it any longer, sweetly turned over their younger brother Ron and took him to an empty classroom.

Ron looked confused, but he couldn't stand the attack of his two brothers and was forced to lean against the wall.

George was the first to ask: "What happened recently? I think the savior's best friend must know, right? Fred."

Fred clapped his hands and said, "Of course."

Hearing Harry, Ron's face changed slightly, his lips pursed, and he pushed his brother away unhappily, "I let you down, he won't tell me anything."

"how come?"

"You are friends."

George and Fred gave a cheerful high-five.

Ron was even more annoyed, "Can't you see we haven't been together recently?"

"so--"

"you--"

George and Fred looked at each other and said in unison: "Did they really break up?"

"Breaking up? Maybe not, after all, he didn't tell me anything, and Hermione, like Harry, didn't say anything."

Ron vented his anger angrily.

George and Fred had been each other's best brothers and friends since childhood. They had never experienced anything like this and could not comfort Ron. They could only give him space to vent while they quietly searched for traces of the savior.

It was also when they started looking for Harry that George and Fred discovered that their Gryffindor savior's whereabouts were so hidden - they searched almost everywhere, but still couldn't find him.

They looked at each other, excitement shining in their eyes.

"This isn't right."

"Something is very wrong."

The two hit it off and continued to search for Harry's traces in the huge Hogwarts.

Harry, who they were looking for, was standing at the cellar door, staring gloomily at the cellar door.

In the cellar, Snape took the prepared potion ingredients and walked to the door. Miss Medusa, who was standing blankly on the door handle, suddenly raised her tail.

"Dean, wait, there is a student outside who has been staring at our door."

Morpidor projected Harry's image in cooperation, focusing on enlarging his eyes, which were red and full of bloodthirsty light.

Snape was all too familiar with this look.

It's Voldemort.

How is it possible? Didn't you teach him Occlumency? Or maybe Porter didn't practice at all.

Snape was furious but remained rational and did not open the door immediately. He silently pointed at the projected image. Morpidor understood and continued to project.

Time passed little by little, and the scarlet color in Harry's eyes gradually receded, and struggle and confusion appeared intertwined.

Snape observed carefully and noticed that after Harry's eyes became confused, he held the wand in his hand skillfully and performed Occlumency. It seemed that he was not surprised to appear in the cellar, and he left calmly.

"It seems Dumbledore's golden boy doesn't trust him that much."

Snape mocked in a low voice, but his eyes were full of solemnity, because this meant that neither Dumbledore nor he knew how long this situation had been going on, nor how deep Voldemort's influence on the savior was.

Thinking that he would go to Dumbledore after class later, Snape went through this class very quickly and announced the get out of class was over as soon as the time was up. He was not sloppy at all, and all the potions he failed to hand in were given zero marks.

The eaglets and badgers were confused.

"Professor Snape what's going on?"

"Who knows, maybe rushing to catch the Gryffindor who broke the rules?"

"It's possible. Most of the Gryffindors who wandered at night fell into his hands. I don't know why, but other professors couldn't find it. Only Professor Snape caught it accurately every time. Gryffindor." Bian already suspects there is a mole."

The Hufflepuff badgers enthusiastically shared their information with the eaglets, and the classroom suddenly became lively.

On the other side, Snape missed.

Not to mention Dumbledore, not even Grindelwald was in the principal's office, including the phoenix.

When no one was there, Snape took out the alchemy map and searched for Dumbledore's location.

But no, the map doesn't have Dumbledore's name, nor does Grindelwald's name.

Not at Hogwarts.

Snape frowned and thought about where Dumbledore could go. As he was thinking, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a name plastered carelessly on the Black Lake.

"What is Potter doing in the Black Lake?"

Snape was puzzled, put away the alchemy map, walked to the principal's office window and looked out at the Black Lake.

The Black Lake was a bit far away from the principal's office. He raised his wand and cast a spell on himself to enhance his vision, and successfully saw Harry waving his wand in the Black Lake.

"Is this...the Cruciatus Curse?"

Snape was still surprised when he lost control of his hand and pressed down, knocking his wand against the window sill.

When did the Savior learn the Cruciatus Curse?

And who taught it?

For the first time, Snape realized that he and Dumbledore might not know this child well enough.

But there is no time to think so much now, he has too many things to do.

Snape rubbed his brows tiredly, covered his left arm that was getting hot, took one last deep look at the black lake, turned around and left quickly.

During this period, the frequency of visits to Malfoy Manor was so high that every Death Eater was familiar with the road and did not need a house elf to guide them.

Snape apparated to Malfoy Manor, greeted the passing Death Eaters, and walked silently along the garden path. As expected, Lucius, Bella and a group of Death Eaters came out in full armor. .

"good luck."

As they passed each other, Snape lowered his voice and said to Lucius. Lucius flashed a wry smile and walked straight out of the manor without stopping.

Following the address left by Voldemort, Lucius and the others came to a house next to the Ministry of Magic.

Bella laughed crazily and knocked on the door playfully. When she heard approaching footsteps, she waved her wand to unlock the door and kill the owner who came to check.

"Death, you vile sludge."

The owners of the house were an old couple. They heard the recent news and did not open the door cautiously. They also held the wand in their hands. Unfortunately, they still underestimated the cruelty of the people who came. They did not escape the death curse and did not even have time to say anything. They all fell back and kicked up dust on the ground.

The Death Eaters behind her laughed excitedly, swarmed forward with their wands in hand, and ransacked the house wantonly, breaking everything that could be broken. If they couldn't be broken, they would break it by force.

Lucius had become accustomed to their style these days. He walked around the old couple who died innocently and tragically, and silently picked a corner to search.

He didn't understand why Voldemort had to find a piece of parchment with nothing on it, but he couldn't resist Voldemort's order.

After resigning himself to finding this corner, Lucius shook his head at Bella, who was responsible for supervising them, and continued to look for the next place, as did the other Death Eaters.

After searching, I still found nothing.

Lucius was still used to it.

They didn't know how many places they searched during this period, but every time they found nothing.

"Of course nothing."

At the same time, in a Muggle cafe, Haierbo clapped his hands casually and smiled modestly at Asseth.

"Because I made it up to lie to him."