HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor McGonagall endured it all morning, but finally couldn't hold it any longer and stopped Dumbledore in the principal's office.

"Let's talk, Albus."

"Okay." Dumbledore sat down and waved to Grindelwald, "Minerva and I will have a chat alone. You go to the auditorium and wait for me."

Grindelwald had just changed his clothes when Cheng Yaojin suddenly came out and kidnapped Dumbledore. His face suddenly became smelly and black, and he reluctantly said "Okay" and hesitated. Walk outside.

Passing by the two gargoyles guarding the principal's office, he saw that the gargoyles seemed to be laughing, and immediately kicked them in anger.

One left and one right, one beast and one foot.

Both grumpy and fair.

Even Professor McGonagall, who was fair and impartial, could not find fault and could only hint at Dumbledore tactfully.

"I thought only women had this problem."

Dumbledore immediately understood what she meant and gloated: "I thought so too before I met Professor Bagshot."

"I suddenly feel a little regretful that Severus is no longer here." Professor McGonagall suddenly sighed.

Dumbledore was confused, "Why?"

Professor McGonagall looked at him sideways and said lightly: "If Severus were here, he would ask you in a tactful yet mocking voice why you don't look in the mirror, so that you can have a comparison."

This is indeed the way the potions master speaks, convoluted but striking at the heart.

Dumbledore laughed, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes wrinkled together, all showing happiness, as if the person Professor McGonagall was talking about was not him, but another unlucky guy who had been poisoned by the Potions Master.

Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered Professor Flitwick's worries and couldn't speak out the words he had prepared.

Did they put too much pressure on Albus? But...what should Severus do?

The witch's eyes were so weird that Dumbledore shuddered, suppressed his smile, and asked cautiously: Minerva, if you have anything to do, you can tell me directly. I can bear it. "

Professor McGonagall was even more convinced of her suspicions. She considered the words over and over again before asking in an incredibly soft tone.

"Albus, we didn't consider it comprehensively before. We only considered Severus's safety and the safety of the students, but not Severus' reputation. As you have seen these days, the students' feelings towards Severus...him His complaints are getting louder and louder, and when Severus comes back, he will need to take over that person's mess and pay for these actions, which is unfair to Severus."

Dumbledore crossed his arms and looked thoughtful.

It's not that he hasn't thought about this problem, but he can't restrain Voldemort's behavior.

Last time he just added some tasks, Voldemort started clamoring to resign. If he continued to point fingers, when Severus came back, he would not only face the students' accusations, but also the news that he had successfully resigned.

Dumbledore had a headache and took off his glasses, tapping his knuckles on the table. After a moment, he put on a relaxed smile and said, "I remember that Harry couldn't keep up with the progress of the class?"

"Yes, he asked me for feedback...Oh, Merlin, what exactly do you want to say? I will find a way to solve this problem, you don't have to-"

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore's mysterious smile in disbelief mid-sentence.

A bolt of lightning pierced her heavy thoughts, and she slapped the table angrily and stood up.

"Albus, I will never allow you to joke about Harry's safety!"

Dumbledore propped up the table and leaned on the back of his chair, "This is not a joke, this is just the principal's responsibility. I have to ensure that he understands the content of the class."

"Albus, what do you want to do?" Professor McGonagall stopped pacing back and forth, looked down at Dumbledore, and stared at him.

Dumbledore opened his hand, holding the candy he had brought from unknown time. He peeled off the candy wrapper and looked at the candy inside, his voice calm.

"I plan to give Harry some extra lessons. It's just me and Severus. With me here, not only will Harry not be harmed, but he will actually learn something."

He sighed and smiled softly.

"Minerva, I understand your feelings. Like you, I don't want Harry to be harmed. I also believe that at least nothing will happen to him while I am alive. Go and inform Harry."

Professor McGonagall stood still, her eyes scanning Dumbledore back and forth, not knowing what she was looking for. After a while, she gave up searching and asked directly: "Albus, what do you mean when you are alive?"

Dumbledore blinked, stuffed himself a piece of candy, and said vaguely: "Do you remember how old I am? Minerva, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. I am old, and no one knows how long I can live. "

"die?"

Professor McGonagall repeated almost dully.

She had never associated the word with Dumbledore before, and subconsciously believed that Dumbledore, who had watched her grow up, would always be there, serving as the protector of Hogwarts and the backing of the British wizarding community.

But everyone forgot.

The protectors will grow old and the backers will get rusty.

The greatest white wizard of the century would also die.

Professor McGonagall grabbed the corners of her clothes with her fingers hanging on her sides, and calmly arranged the undisturbed clothes with a little panic. Taking this opportunity, she lowered her head so that Dumbledore could not see her expression.

Dumbledore had almost grown up watching Professor McGonagall, how could he not know what she was thinking.

After muttering "Sorry" silently, the old man waited quietly for the witch to recover.

After an unknown amount of time, the busy fingers slumped to a halt in the silence. Professor McGonagall asked calmly and thoughtfully as usual: "When is the time for the make-up lesson? I'll inform Harry."

"Every day, classes start at six o'clock in the afternoon. The specific time of class is variable. By the way, remember to inform Severus. He should be very happy."

"it is good."

Professor McGonagall responded hurriedly, then turned around and left the principal's office.

A second before she stepped out, Dumbledore stopped her, "Minerva."

Professor McGonagall stopped at the doorframe, held it with her hands, and asked without looking back, "What's wrong?"

"Minerva, I will grow old and die, but not now. Some things have indeed affected my plans, but there are good and bad. I am glad that I can still protect you for a long time. Don't worry too much."

The tone that had lasted ten years came from behind, and Professor McGonagall's hand tightened on the door frame.

I was angry at Dumbledore for hiding everything, but I was also glad that Dumbledore could still live for a while.

With mixed emotions, Professor McGonagall's brain became hot and he blurted out: "Send your work over and I will take care of it."

As soon as the words came out, Dumbledore's eyes lit up.

He immediately waved his magic wand, and a large pile of messy letters, teaching plans submitted by professors, and this year's graduation recommendations were all packaged and sent to Professor McGonagall.

"Then it's up to you, Minerva."

The overwhelming amount of work instantly extinguished the fire in Professor McGonagall's brain.

She raised her hand and felt the heavy weight in it. Her face turned pale, but an angry flame burned on both sides of her cheeks.

"Albus! You're saving up work again!!"

Professor McGonagall was so remorseful that she wished she could go back to a few minutes ago and slap her passionate self to death.

It's not good to feel sorry for anyone. If you feel sorry for a man, you are still a cunning old man.