HP: Embrace the Darkness

Asseth blinked silently and slowly, suppressing all the darkness in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Sev, can I explain it to some professors?"

Snape's wandering eyes finally fell on Artes, urging him almost urgently.

"Go and explain this damn misunderstanding. Remember, slap that old bee Dumbledore twice. Not only is his brain covered in sugar, but he can't even control his mouth. He dares to spread rumors about me."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Aces replied with a smile, closed his eyes, and the magic power quietly rippled, finding a secret connection with the little white tiger, and taking over the little white tiger's consciousness.

Little White Tiger's eyes turned dark, helplessly looking at the culprit of the farce in front of him.

"Principal Dumbledore, don't you explain clearly? The professor exchanged souls instead of-"

He paused, then changed his words.

"Severus is still alive. He has exchanged souls with Voldemort. There is no way to come back for the time being. In the meantime, his body may do things that are not what he wants. Professors, please bear with me."

Little White Tiger stood up and nodded to the three professors one by one to express his apology.

Professor McGonagall's lips tensed up instantly, and her murderous gaze pierced Dumbledore like a needle.

"Albus, is that so?"

Professor Sprout silently took back the handkerchief wiping his tears, his watery eyes showed some unspeakable condemnation, and glared at Dumbledore tenderly.

"Albus?"

Professor Flitwick's crying stopped abruptly.

Like a chicken whose neck was pinched, the last cry was high and loud, and he also burped.

Realizing that he had done something stupid, the Goblin Professor was about to faint in shame, but before he fainted, he deliberately turned around and faced Dumbledore, his eyebrows raised high, and then he fainted with relief.

Until the last second when he fainted, he condemned Dumbledore's behavior with his eyebrows.

Dumbledore, who was accused by thousands of people, looked away with a guilty conscience, "You didn't ask clearly, you only asked about the soul... Then don't I know too?"

Professor McGonagall was shaking with rage.

"Albus, you are going too far to make such a joke. Severus trusts you so much!"

She was too angry to speak, so Professor Sprout took over her words.

"Albus, how many teeth-healthy potions Severus has made for you, how can you joke about...? This is...not good for him."

The gentle witch tried her best to be tactful, but the real sadness just now still made it difficult for her to accept Dumbledore's "joke", so her tone couldn't help but be a little more serious.

Just as Dumbledore was about to explain that he didn't mean it, Professor Flitwick suddenly woke up, jumped up angrily, and stamped his feet repeatedly.

"Albus, you've gone too far!"

After finishing his sentence, he fainted again.

Aces: "..."

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Professor Sprout: "..."

Although Albus went too far, Filius's endurance was not weak again.

"It's normal. After all, Ravenclaws are good children. Filius hasn't been so angry for a long time." Professor Sprout was the first to express understanding, because she was so angry that her chest felt tight just now.

Professor McGonagall nodded, and then looked at Dumbledore with disapproval, "Albus, you really shouldn't make such a joke."

"I didn't." Dumbledore groaned weakly and explained, "I think what Minerva asked me just now is very familiar. I just remembered hearing it somewhere before, and I didn't make fun of you and Severus."

Familiar words?

Aces searched the memory of the little white tiger, and when he saw Dumbledore's teasing and probing one after another, he felt helpless. The patron saint was still stupid and revealed everything that should and should not be revealed.

Helplessly thinking about how to make up for it, he continued to search for what Professor McGonagall had said, and finally found that sentence in a memory without temptation.

The air pressure around the little white tiger suddenly sank, and the blue and translucent tiger pupils flashed with coldness.

He knew where Dumbledore had heard this, in the planned future.

Very good, just now he just wanted to take revenge on Dumbledore for "spreading rumors".

But now he wants to settle the score.

The Dumbledore of the future is also Dumbledore, and the Dumbledore of the present is also Dumbledore. So it is quite reasonable for the present Dumbledore to settle accounts for things that Dumbledore has done in the future, isn't it?

Making good excuses for himself, Artes used the little white tiger to run in front of Dumbledore, jump, raise his claws, and cut Dumbledore's sleeve with one slap, and then directly tore the sleeve with the second slap. Come down.

Dumbledore looked at the exposed arm and then at the little white tiger who was still staring at him, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Severus is listening?"

The little white tiger licked his paws, "Congratulations, you guessed it right. The two slaps are the tasks he gave me. Now that the task is completed, you can take care of yourself."

Dumbledore offered his advice sincerely.

"Severus, are you watching? Do you want Mr. Cavendish to slap me twice more? Or scold me? Or do you have other ideas?"

Anyway, he was beaten on the sleeve, and he would die early and be reincarnated, otherwise his life at Hogwarts would be difficult when the Potions Master came back.

Aces shook his head cruelly.

"What the professor means is that he will talk to you about this issue slowly. Before that, he doesn't want to see you. He is worried that he can't help but poison the tooth-strengthening potion and make you mute."

The eyes of the other three people looking at Dumbledore suddenly lost their anger, and were replaced by deep sympathy and gloating.

Having been colleagues for many years, they naturally knew how vengeful the vengeful Potions Professor was.

Especially Professor McGonagall.

Gryffindor and Slytherin had been at odds for a long time, and she and Snape had to quarrel from time to time, and she was well aware of the stinginess of the Slytherin headmaster.

Thinking of this, she sympathized:

"You deserve it, Albus, you should stop your habit of telling riddles. Severus is always unwilling to hear these specious words from you. This time we misunderstood him again... I wish you good luck. .”

"Good luck."

"Good luck."

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick followed closely to send their blessings.

Dumbledore was screwed.

"So, in order to compensate Severus, I give him the position of principal?"

"I reject."

The little white tiger slapped the table angrily and stood up.

"We should get down to business now. When the Patron Saint came over, Voldemort had already left. If he didn't go anywhere else... he was at the Black Lake."

After hearing what the little white tiger said, Dumbledore stood up and walked to the window, looking at the black lake. It was a bit far away and couldn't see clearly, so he used the magic spell.

After searching, he saw a potions professor dressed in black at the bottom of a tree by the black lake, staring at the black lake, not knowing what he was thinking or doing.

"Okay, guys, we have to discuss a strategy quickly. Minerva, Pomona, Filius, what do you think? Mr. Cavendish, do you have any suggestions? Or Severus does? Any suggestions?"

Dumbledore looked serious and felt very oppressive. The other three professors sat down in unison. Bai Hu took his time and found a comfortable position and sat down.