HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor Sprout was behind Professor McGonagall, waiting for her to retreat, and then hugged her up like a relay.

"Thank you for every student, Asseth."

Aces went through the same steps as before, hugging back and patting his shoulders to comfort him, all in one go.

Professor Flitwick jumped to the side and urged: "Pomona, hurry up, it's my turn."

Dumbledore didn't mind seeing the excitement, and smiled and motioned to Professor McGonagall to call Snape.

"The four deans must be neat and tidy. Don't let Severus miss this thank you."

Professor McGonagall suspected that Dumbledore did it on purpose. The evil headmaster just wanted to see Snape with a dark face and a stiff face in embarrassment.

But whether she should say it or not, she also wanted to watch it. After all, it was rare to see a potions professor.

The corners of Professor McGonagall's straight lips curled up, and the tense nerves quietly relaxed.

But for Gryffindor's gem, she had to find a helper.

Professor McGonagall looked left and right, staring at Professor Sprout who was making way for Professor Flitwick, and decisively asked for help.

Professor Sprout readily agreed.

The two witches walked to the teacher's table together in an aggressive manner, and tried to trick Snape into bringing him over.

"Albus, I brought Severus here. Is there anything you want to say to him?"

Professor McGonagall handed the words to Dumbledore with a smile on her face, completely regardless of the life or death of her own principal.

Facing Snape's cold and questioning gaze, Dumbledore shuddered fiercely, pulled his beard awkwardly, and started laughing.

"Severus, you are here...just in time...that Minerva said that you also wanted to thank Mr. Cavendish for his help. What did you say?"

Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously, glanced at Arthas who knelt down to hug Professor Flitwick, and then looked at Professor McGonagall with a soft tone.

"I assume our outspoken principal is telling the truth?"

Damn it, there's danger!

Professor McGonagall knew her colleague well and realized that Snape was on the verge of breaking out. She immediately kicked the ball back to Dumbledore.

"Of course not, but Severus, you also know that I am just a professor and I have no way to object to what the Headmaster of Hogwarts says."

Snape's sharp gaze returned to Dumbledore, with new and old hatreds. The attack effect of the eye knife doubled, and he struck Dumbledore with one knife after another.

Dumbledore had already pulled out two strands of his beard, but he still couldn't find an excuse, so he had to use a trick - changing the subject and looking for another unlucky guy.

"Mr. Cavendish, come here."

Snape's momentum suddenly stagnated, and he stared in disbelief at Dumbledore, who was so intimidated by his words.

Aces came over in response.

His eyes flickered over Dumbledore's awkwardly pulling out his beard and Professor McGonagall's wandering gaze. He understood something and took the initiative to walk towards Snape, raising his hand and hugging him politely.

"You're welcome, Professor, these are what I should do and for my family."

The hug was light and quick, right on the border between social etiquette and intimacy, and did not arouse the suspicion of anyone other than those in the know.

However, when he let go of his hand, Arthur's fingertips seemed to have accidentally touched Snape's side, and he managed to get a warning look before he slowly retracted his hand.

Although "no name and no distinction" is uncomfortable, it feels good to secretly declare love in public with small gestures that both parties know well. For this, he can continue to "have no name and no distinction".

Dumbledore had a pair of very good eyes, and he keenly noticed that Snape's muscles were completely relaxed the moment he was picked up.

Very well, it meant that the Potions Master was used to hugging, well... specifically Mr. Cavendish.

So the two are now in the next stage of kissing? Or what’s the next step?

By the way, the body/position of these two people...who takes the initiative and who takes the responsibility?

After confirming that Harry's life would not be in danger or physical harm in the short term, Dumbledore was particularly leisurely and not afraid to gossip about the Potions Professor's love life.

Professor McGonagall, however, couldn't rest assured. After thanking Artes, the brief moment of relief dissipated, and her worries about Harry resurfaced.

She came to Dumbledore and harassed him desperately, swearing that Dumbledore would give her a guarantee that nothing would happen to Harry.

Grindelwald was so noisy that he wanted to pull out his wand to shut up Professor McGonagall, but Dumbledore stopped him without changing his expression and pulled the wand away.

"Gail, please... go to the principal's office for me to prepare pumpkin juice for the guests."

ha?

Do you want to get rid of him just for this shabby reason?

He, Grindelwald will never give in!

However, before he could say his rebuttal, Dumbledore quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands.

"Remember my pumpkin juice needs all sugar."

Poor Grindelwald scratched his head and gritted his teeth for a long time, but was finally squeezed away by Dumbledore.

"Minerva, go on."

Dumbledore's smile did not change, as if it was not him but someone else who pushed Grindelwald away without any image.

Professor McGonagall, who witnessed everything, fell silent.

She looked around, trying to find a colleague who could share her shitty mood, but no one was looking at her.

Arthas was talking to Snape and Professor Flitwick, while Professor Sprout was staring at Arthas and Snape thoughtfully.

Great, only she is blind.

Professor McGonagall looked away expressionlessly, and then stared at Dumbledore expressionlessly.

"I just want to ask you one thing, Albus, is Harry safe now?"

"Safety."

The corners of Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly, as if he was mocking something.

"I assure you, Harry is safer now than he was at Hogwarts, because there are people who need his presence and must ensure his physical and mental health."

Because this is a prerequisite for exchanging souls.

"That's good."

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore also breathed a sigh of relief. God knows how scary the nagging Professor McGonagall was. He almost thought he was facing a large group of little wizards.

Dumbledore, who survived the disaster, quickly took Artes away. Before leaving, he didn't forget to give Snape a wink, indicating that Snape didn't need to worry. He would return him as soon as the conversation was over.

Professor McGonagall appeared faintly behind Professor Sprout, "Pomona, what are you looking at?"

"Minerva, do you feel..."

Professor Sprout's eyes were fixed on Snape who was watching Dumbledore and Artes leave.

"There seems to be something not quite right between Severus and Arthas."

"What's wrong with them?"

Professor McGonagall, who was busy teasing Dumbledore just now, didn't pay attention to what was happening here. When she heard Sprout's words, she gossiped curiously.