HP: Embrace the Darkness

The little white tiger couldn't stand it anymore, so he contacted his master in his mind, scolded Dumbledore, and told Ass about the situation.

After receiving Asseth's affirmation, it stood up with a paw and roared angrily at Dumbledore, then turned around gracefully, pointed its butt towards Dumbledore, and glanced at everyone arrogantly.

"Why does this patron saint... look so familiar?"

Professor McGonagall didn't connect the white tiger that majestically saved Harry on the Quidditch field with the little white cat in front of her. She only felt that they looked familiar, but couldn't tell where they were familiar.

Dumbledore pretended to smile mysteriously, "Guess, we all know its owner."

Professor Sprout once again hits the nail on the head.

"Since it's Severus's business, then it's Severus' patronus?"

Just when Dumbledore was about to say no, he remembered the patronus of the deer, and his expression suddenly became intriguing, "Not now, but maybe in the future."

Even if the doe remains unchanged in the end, the owner of the patron saint is still Asses.

According to the relationship between the two, if the master is Artes, it is equivalent to Snape, there is no difference.

Professor McGonagall seemed to have remembered something, and murmured in realization, "No wonder I felt so kind to Severus before."

"So who is the master of the Patronus?" Professor Flitwick, who had been listening for so long without hearing the key information, was almost anxious to death.

"The patronus belongs to Mr. Cavendish."/"The patronus belongs to Asseth."

Dumbledore and Professor Sprout answered in unison.

Professor McGonagall was startled and looked at Professor Sprout for confirmation, receiving a vague nod and smile from Professor Sprout.

Dumbledore watched the two ladies' flirtations and sincerely admired their sensitivity. Professor Flitwick next to him looked confused, and something hadn't happened to Snape yet, so why was it the guardian of Arthas who came to inform him? He came back to his senses from God’s leaping news.

"Okay, back to the point, guys."

Dumbledore clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Severus did have an accident. His body was occupied by a soul that did not belong to him."

Professor Flitwick frowned, raised his hand and asked, "Whose soul?"

The other two professors also looked at Dumbledore, waiting for an answer.

"Voldemort."

The principal's office suddenly fell into dead silence.

I don't know how long it took before Professor McGonagall found her voice and asked with difficulty: "What about Severus' soul?"

Dumbledore was startled, very baffled that he should feel familiar with this sentence, as if someone had asked him this question before.

But he couldn't remember who asked him.

Dumbledore's long silence and solemn expression caused the three professors to misunderstand.

Professor McGonagall turned her face sideways, her eyes turning red at some point.

The grief of losing her colleague and friend caused the unsmiling witch to have a rare outburst.

Professor Sprout silently hugged Professor McGonagall's shoulders and leaned closely together with Professor McGonagall. There was an uncontrollable sob in his voice: "I just refused Severus' request for twice as many shrinks last night." Wrinkled figs, if I had known, if I had known..."

She couldn't speak anymore and burst into tears.

Professor McGonagall hugged her, suppressing her grief and comforting her: "My dear, this is not your fault. I even had an argument with him in the staff room yesterday over the right to use the Quidditch pitch."

Professor Sprout had tears in his eyes and patted Professor McGonagall's back comfortingly, "This is not your fault. Severus has to think about Slytherin, and you need to think about Gryffindor, but I have never doubted your friendship with Severus."

"I never doubted your friendship either."

Professor McGonagall grabbed Professor Sprout's hand, as if she had made up her mind, and spoke of a past event with a choked and trembling voice.

"Pomona, I don't know if you know that there was a week when you were depressed all day because a rare plant was withering. It was Severus who came to me privately and asked me to put a bottle of green potion Leave it to you, he hasn’t allowed me to tell you yet.”

"Merlin, I thought it was you, but I didn't expect... it was Severus."

Professor Sprout covered his mouth, tears rolling down his face, looking even sadder than before.

Professor McGonagall quickly comforted and squeezed her hand, feeling a little regretful about saying this.

The two female professors comforted each other, although the more they comforted each other, the sadder they became, but at least they had someone to comfort them.

Professor Flitwick looked at them, then at Dumbledore, who was lost in thought, and finally at himself, with no one paying attention to him. The pain of being lonely and losing his colleague and only partner hit his heart.

The combination of the two made him cover his mouth and howl in grief.

The goblin's cry was high-pitched, penetrating the glass without any pressure and reaching into the sky.

Fox, who flew back after eating and drinking, was staggered by the sound wave and almost fell down. It was so frightened that it hurriedly turned around and flew away from the principal's office, a place of right and wrong.

Hearing Professor Flitwick's heart-rending cry, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout finally held back the tears that flowed down again.

Their suppressed cries were not apparent in Professor Flitwick's echoing cries, but they were definitely there.

A dark cloud suddenly enveloped the principal's office.

Throughout the whole process, Asseth watched everything develop like this from the perspective of the little white tiger: "..."

Is this rumor too outrageous?

"What happened?"

Noticing the different expression on Artes's face, Snape asked cautiously from a distance.

Aces showed an indescribable smile and betrayed Dumbledore without hesitation.

"Dumbledore spread rumors about your death, and the other three deans cried in the principal's office."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, pulled out the magic water curtain, and projected the scene he saw.

Even the sound managed to get through.

Anyway, they were in Voldemort's exclusive room now, and no one dared to disturb them.

The magic water curtain flashed for a few times, and a series of dull and suppressed cries rushed out from the water curtain. The scene immediately emerged, which was the scene in the principal's office of Hogwarts.

Watch the scene of the three professors supporting each other crying on the water curtain, and the scene of Dumbledore being indifferent and dazed.

While Snape was scolding the three deans for not being smart enough to believe Dumbledore's lies, Snape clenched his fists and gave Dumbledore the credit.

During this period, his eyes never left the source of the crying, and his words became increasingly nonsensical. It was as if something else was occupying his thinking brain, making those clever yin and yang spirits retreat.

Artes held his head and looked at Snape.

Seeing him in a panic, unconsciously rubbing the corners of his clothes with his fingertips, seeing his eyes wandering back and forth on the three professors, his eyebrows always raised in mockery because he was helpless.

Aces could tell that Snape only looked angry, but in fact he was more nervous and worried than anyone else.

He probably couldn't adapt to other people's sadness at his departure.

Rather than caring for them, the flowers crawling out of the thorn bushes are obviously better at fighting back with the thorns of the thorns.