HP: Embrace the Darkness

Voldemort dared to think and act, and the next day he found Dumbledore in the principal's office.

Dumbledore raised his head from his heavy work, his eyes behind the lenses were blank as never before.

"Wait, Severus, I'm sorry, did I hear you wrong? You mean you're resigning? Resigning as Potions Master?"

Voldemort played with his wand lazily. Hearing this, he raised his head in confusion, "I thought your ears weren't so old that you couldn't hear people's words?"

Can't hear people's words clearly. Dumbledore: "..."

I don't know why, Snape was taunting, but he didn't feel angry, and he even thought it was quite funny.

But when Voldemort imitated Snape's taunt, he always had the urge to pick up his wand and fight back.

Old is old, why should we add something old?

dirty! So dirty! !

Dumbledore, who was stabbed in the heart, endured it again and again, stuffing a cloyingly sweet Lemon Olaf into his mouth before he recovered and faced Voldemort's resignation application.

"Severus, you know...well, we are short of professors at Hogwarts. Even the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is temporarily replaced by Professor Bagshot. I occasionally have to take over as a substitute."

"It can be said that I have been exhausted trying to find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Of course, I do not support your decision. So, you wait until I find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and a Potions professor. ,How about it?"

Dumbledore pushed a lot, from the Potions Professor to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. He was grinning with candy in his mouth, but he just didn't want to let him go.

Voldemort accurately caught the words "wait" and "speak later" among so many words, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Get it clear, Dumbledore, I am informing you, not applying to you. Even if you don't agree, I will resign as Potions Professor today."

Dumbledore sighed, his tone still as calm as before, explaining unhurriedly.

"Don't worry. I didn't say I disagreed. I just need to give me some preparation time. Severus, not everyone is a Potions Master. For me, finding another Potions Master to be the Potions Professor is too difficult. It’s difficult, we have to take our time.”

Damn it, Dumbledore can't understand people! There is so much nonsense about resigning!

Voldemort gritted his teeth, veins popped out in the hand holding the wand, and the wand had a faint tendency to point towards Dumbledore.

But in the end, he still didn't take action.

Don't act rashly before you are sure of a fatal blow, or you will alert the enemy.

Voldemort persuaded himself, while putting away his wand with difficulty, cursing crazily in his mind.

Just wait, Dumbledore, your death is not far away. I hope you can still be calm and aloof after seeing those Acromantulas.

Dumbledore felt the murderous intent on the other side and silently pushed the pile of cockroaches forward, "Would you like to try it? Severus, it tastes very good."

Voldemort looked along Dumbledore's hand.

The dark feet were kicking around on the silver plate, and the beard extended beyond the plate and was shaking. It looked not only unappetizing, but also a bit disgusting.

Voldemort lowered his face and roared: "Get your garbage away! Dumbledore!!"

"Don't be excited, its taste is not as hard to describe as it looks. It might be a good choice to try new things." Dumbledore said vaguely.

Voldemort's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Dumbledore had seen through his soul. The hand under the black robe quietly held the wand, and green light lit up between the wands.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "So if you want to try to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Severus, just think of it as making up for your previous failed application."

what?

Voldemort's hand holding the wand suddenly relaxed.

It has to be said that he prefers dark magic to potions, not to mention that Dumbledore rejected him as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor many years ago.

The thought of Dumbledore handing over the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship without his knowledge made Voldemort feel as comfortable as eating ice cubes in the summer.

He coughed and said arrogantly: "Assuming this is your request, I have no objection."

At this time, Voldemort had long forgotten Dumbledore's excuse for not being able to find a Potions Professor, and was only thinking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he had never gotten.

Thinking that Dumbledore was quite sensible, he put away his wand and left in a good mood.

Dumbledore watched him leave with a smile, until Voldemort was out of sight, then nodded towards the stairs.

When Grindelwald came down, he immediately asked: "Al, you want me to teach potions?"

"Can't you?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes full of trust.

Grindelwald was speechless.

After a while, he turned away.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to follow your arrangements, it's just that when it comes to potions, I'm really not as good as Snape, and maybe even not as good as you."

These are all things that someone would willingly give to him at the touch of a finger. Plus, being trapped in Nurmengard, he hasn't touched them in who knows how many years.

It's a bit unrealistic to ask him to teach.

Dumbledore also knew that and had no intention of forcing Grindelwald, "It doesn't matter, I have an old friend who should be able to help."

Grindelwald sounded alert, "Who!"

"Horace Slughorn."

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It was dark, and Dumbledore appeared out of thin air in a dilapidated village with Harry, who had not returned to Hogwarts for a long time.

As soon as he landed, Harry held on to the rusty sign of unknown age next to him and gasped uncomfortably.

Dumbledore felt a little strange. This was not a good time to ask. He did not ask the question. He just stretched out his hand to steady Harry to prevent his hands from getting scratched by the rust.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir." Harry stumbled to answer Dumbledore's question, his voice still a little uncomfortable.

Dumbledore thoughtfully handed over a piece of chocolate, "I hope it makes you feel better."

"Maybe." Harry took the chocolate and put it in his mouth, bit it open with his teeth, and the sweet aroma filled his mouth. He said in surprise, "Oh, I mean, it is indeed useful, sir."

Dumbledore smiled, let go of Harry's hand, and asked calmly: "Harry, I remember Mr. Cavendish took you to Apparate?"

"Yes, but I don't remember it being that uncomfortable." Harry muttered, rubbing his ears.

Not that uncomfortable?

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, he took out a second piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Harry, patted his shoulder, "Get your wand ready, we should go."

Harry quickly took out his wand and held it in his hand, "Sir, is there any danger here?"

Dumbledore gave him a strange look, "Of course not, why do you think so?"

"The wand..." Harry asked hesitantly.

Dumbledore shook his head and strolled ahead to teach Harry the most basic wizarding lessons.

"Harry, the wand is the foundation of wizards. I don't deny that talented wizards can use silent wandless magic, and the power is about the same as using a wand. But Harry, there are still more ordinary people in the world, and we need to rely on them. Magic wand.”

"I ask you to take out your wand, not because there is danger here, but because you must be more vigilant and take out your wand to prevent possible dangers."