HP: Embrace the Darkness

Emotions are contagious.

Snape's almost desperate embrace just aroused Artes' fear.

Thinking of the wand with green light pointed at Snape, a chill ran through his chest.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to the defenseless Snape if he didn't kill the man in time.

Fear creeps into my heart.

The heartbeats of the two people gradually became consistent and beat each other, as if to comfort each other.

Aces tightened his arms and used harder and harder, as if he wanted to embed the person in his arms into his body forever and never be separated.

After hugging her for a long time, her two rapidly beating hearts calmed down.

Snape nuzzled the crook of Artes' neck with the tip of his nose, unwilling to leave the comforting warmth, but he still remembered that the castle was about to usher in a group of young wizards who would survive a disaster and talk a lot of nonsense.

Unfortunately, he is the Head of Slytherin who needs to manage the young wizards.

Another day when I want to quit my job.

Snape closed his eyes tightly and relied on his inhuman will to loosen the hand that was close to Artes's lower back, "I want to go to the auditorium."

"I'll go with you." Artes leaned forward, kissed Snape's dry lips, asked for the reward for attending, and then slowly adjusted his collar, "Change your clothes, I'll wait for you. "

Snape took a deep look at Artes, and couldn't tell whether he had more of an urge to pull the person in and continue kissing him, or whether he had more of an urge to tear his collar apart.

However, I am afraid that neither of these impulses can be realized.

He looked toward the cellar door.

Mopidor silently opened the door and let in an illusory blue phoenix.

"Severus, come meet us in the Great Hall. We will be there soon. Just in case, every student will be checked. If Mr. Cavendish is with you, maybe he can provide us with a little detection of dark magic." Instrument? Good luck to you, kid."

The old man's somewhat tired voice came out of Phoenix's mouth. After finishing his words, Phoenix even winked at the two of them before flying out of the cellar.

Aces thought thoughtfully: "Dumbledore's Patronus is quite lively."

Snape was about to change his clothes. When he heard this, he turned around cautiously and said, "Don't act recklessly."

"Okay, I won't learn."

Aces quickly raised his hand in assurance.

Snape felt relieved and went to change clothes.

Putting on their usual black robes, the two of them went to the auditorium one after another.

Snape was one step ahead, waving his wand to open the door to the Great Hall, then took out several stick-like instruments, handed one to Filch, and piled the rest on the Great Hall table.

"The white light passes and the red light blocks. Every student must be carefully inspected, and no mistakes are allowed."

"Okay, Professor Snape."

Filch was very happy with anything that could reveal his identity as an administrator. He immediately took over the black magic detection instrument, waved it and looked into the distance, looking forward to the arrival of the students.

There was a bird hovering in the distance. Snape recognized it as Dumbledore's phoenix. He took two steps forward and guarded the door with Filch on the left and right.

A large number of young wizards, led by Phoenix, approached.

Looking at the little wizard who was chirping and running towards him, the veins on Snape's forehead that had just subsided began to jump again. He exhaled fiercely and glared at the little wizard who was running at the front with a sullen face.

The little wizard received the mental attack and immediately slowed down his pace. He was reluctant to move and did not speed up despite the urging of the people behind him.

Gavin, who was helping to look after the students, realized something was wrong and came up. He looked at Snape, who was exuding black energy, and at the little wizard who was too frightened by the black energy to move forward. He decisively turned around and called for Professor McGonagall.

"All students, line up and move forward. Don't get stuck here."

Professor McGonagall drove the little wizard forward without mercy to be inspected by Snape and Filch.

Snape raised the detector and carefully checked whether there was any dark magic on the little wizard.

"Severus, do you still have this...?"

The witch asked, pointing to the glowing detector in Snape's hand.

Snape turned sideways without raising his head.

"Of course, there are enough desks inside for us to use. If our principal is unwilling to help, there are two extra ones inside."

As soon as he walked over, he heard Dumbledore, the Potions Professor's eccentric voice: "..."

Well, he really should help.

Dumbledore called Grindelwald over to get the dark magic detector. He stood aside and began to examine the students honestly.

Professor McGonagall gave the tester to two colleagues and raised her hand habitually to command: "Gryffindor student station——"

"There is no need to divide by college."

Artes coming from the other side interrupted Professor McGonagall in time.

Professor McGonagall was confused and was about to say something.

Dumbledore, who heard the sound, also smiled and said: "It's really not necessary, so be it, Minerva, we have to hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the delicious dinner."

Professor McGonagall seemed to understand but went to check the students.

Asseth took out detectors with different appearances and distributed them to Gavin and others, and he also took one himself.

With concerted efforts, students from the four houses quickly completed the test. Except for the items brought by Slytherin, which contained a little innocuous black magic, there were no other traces of black magic.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, our dinner begins."

The students walked into the auditorium that greeted them, but the atmosphere was not as warm as the previous opening banquet - they were still immersed in the depression of the attack and the loss of their companions.

Especially the Gryffindor students, they were dejected and very different from before.

After settling the students, Dumbledore walked towards Artes who was standing at the door, "Let's talk."

Artes looked at Snape from a distance, making sure that Snape saw Dumbledore beside him, and then nodded, "Okay, can you go to the principal's office?"

"If you want to go to Professor Alchemy's office, that's fine, I don't mind." Dumbledore glanced at Snape with a hint.

"No, just go to the principal's office."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then called Professor McGonagall and told her to keep an eye on the students.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes, and many confusions surrounded her heart. However, she was used to Dumbledore's mystery, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just looked at Artes, stepped forward, and hugged him gratefully.

"Thanks to you this time, Asseth."

The witch's thin but strong body trembled slightly.

Aces hugged her gently and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm glad it was a spur of the moment thing."

"Oh, sorry, I was rude."

Professor McGonagall sheepishly let go of her hand and wiped the tears from her face gracefully.