HP: Embrace the Darkness

The next day, after receiving the news from Professor McGonagall, Harry declined the company of Hermione and Ron and walked up the stairs leading to the principal's office alone.

As evening approached, most students gathered in the auditorium or lounge at this time, and there was no one in the corridor except Harry himself.

The sound of footsteps echoed, waking up the sleeping portrait.

They rubbed their eyes that could not be opened, walked to the picture frame in a daze, and tried to open their eyelids to see who was so bold as to wake them up.

Harry subconsciously lowered his footsteps and nodded apologetically to the portraits one by one, "Sorry for waking you up. I'll leave soon."

Among the many gazes, an unusual gaze wrapped around the young man's neck.

The cold, death-like feeling made Harry's hair stand on end and his breathing became rapid.

Following his sight, he found its owner.

It's Severus Snape.

Former Potions Professor, now Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

This was the first time Harry had seen Snape up close since returning to school.

He met those black eyes that shone with an unknown color, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only watch as Voldemort approached with all his aura.

"S-Professor Snape."

Voldemort seemed unable to hear Harry's greeting and showed no signs of stopping. Harry had to move aside to make way for him.

However, even though Harry had moved out of the way, the sharp black robe still swung over mercilessly, hitting his shoulder almost arrogantly, knocking him down next to the portrait.

Harry steadied himself, feeling a sharp stab of pain on the back of his bruised hand. The pain awakened his rationality. He restrained his urge to rebel and stood silently.

Voldemort raised his chin proudly and glanced at Harry with disdain, "For blocking the professor's way, Gryffindor will deduct ten points. Mr. Potter, watch your way."

After finishing speaking, he motioned with his eyes for Harry to follow.

Harry took a deep breath, hypnotizing himself to ignore Snape's aim, then deliberately avoided the billowing black robes and followed Voldemort's footsteps.

There is a very spacious window a few steps in front of the principal's office. When passing by, the "sandy" wind howls, mixed with the moisture of water vapor.

The two of them looked at the sound.

I saw the clouds in the distance shrouded like a huge black cloth, and the sky suddenly darkened.

The colors between heaven and earth are unified.

The darkness pressed down overwhelmingly.

Like Snape's black robes, blocking their light every time they appeared, Harry thought.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that Voldemort stopped in front of him and refused to leave.

One step, two steps.

Harry bumped into Voldemort's shoulder, causing the two of them to stumble forward.

Voldemort didn't expect that Harry would "retaliate", so he didn't react for a moment and hurriedly grabbed the only "life-saving straw" - Harry Potter.

But I don’t think that the life-saving straw is not the life-saving straw, but the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

The body that could have been stable tilted, Harry pressed Voldemort, Voldemort pulled Harry, and they fell to the ground together.

"boom--"

The surrounding portraits consciously covered their eyes.

Voldemort's face was as black as ink, and he shook Harry away vigorously, regardless of his injured elbow.

"Harry Potter!"

"Retaliation against professor, disobeying discipline, Gryffindor will deduct 100 points! 100 points!!"

In the auditorium, three-quarters of the ruby ​​belonging to Gryffindor disappeared in an instant, and the little lion who was still lingering in the auditorium came over wailing.

"Who! Who is it! One hundred and eleven points have already been deducted, don't go too far, I don't want to lose points yet!!"

"By the way, does anyone know the color of the negative-scoring gem? I haven't seen it yet."

"It's said to be gray, but I haven't seen it either."

"or……"

"or……"

"No! Absolutely not! Don't even think about it. Put away these thoughts and hurry up!"

"Then let's go and arrest him? My heart can't stand this kind of stimulation. If I do it again, I'll die."

Gryffindor got into a quarrel because of this little accident, and almost got into a fight with each other.

Professor McGonagall came over after hearing the news. When she saw the messy situation and the empty hourglass, her vision went dark, and she clutched her chest and almost couldn't breathe.

"Who? Who is it!?"

She asked, looking around to find the culprit among the many students in the auditorium.

The little lions were silent and lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look into their dean's eyes which were red with anger.

Professor McGonagall took a close look at the performance of the students below, but found no trace of guilty conscience on their part.

Really not them?

Professor McGonagall was suspicious for a moment, and then her eyes were firm. Who else would let Gryffindor deduct so many... points apart from unlucky students like her?

Points deducted?

Wait, it's night now, the students are either in the auditorium or in the lounge, and she just came from the lounge, how can she deduct points?

In the flash of lightning, Professor McGonagall looked towards the stairs suddenly, finding an outlet for her anger.

Voldemort!

Voldemort, who was being talked about by Professor McGonagall, was quarreling with Dumbledore in the principal's office.

His nose was sore and he stifled the sneeze before it came out, but it was too late.

He missed the opportunity to rebut and fell into a disadvantage. His rhythm was disrupted by Dumbledore's official words one after another. He was unable to get a word in, so he could only stare at Dumbledore and wait for him to finish.

Dumbledore licked his dry lips, ending the argument about the points deduction.

"Okay, since there are no objections, let's start making up lessons. Harry, come to me."

Harry couldn't get a word in and stood aside, drowsy as he listened to the two arguing.

Even while standing, he closed his eyes, frantically testing on the edge of falling asleep.

When he heard Dumbledore calling him, he opened his eyes with a swish. Before his mind was clear, his body spontaneously walked to sit in front of Dumbledore.

"Okay, Professor."

Dumbledore took out his wand and said gently: "Let me check your learning results. Get ready and look into my eyes."

"Why don't you let me come?" Voldemort yelled unwillingly and tried to pull out his wand.

Dumbledore pressed Voldemort's wand.

"Severus, there will be a place for you, just wait a moment."

Harry shuddered when he saw Snape's wand. He quickly took out the wand, pointed it at Dumbledore, and looked at Dumbledore nervously.

"Okay, Professor, I'm ready."

"I think so too."

Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand, but he didn't hear him recite the spell. Those eyes were like a whirlpool, taking Harry to another world.

Harry saw those familiar scenes again.

Dumbledore's method was gentler than Snape's, but surprisingly difficult to break free from.

Harry was like a puppet on strings, letting Dumbledore lead him back and forth through his memories.

Dumbledore only glanced at each memory briefly, leaving room for Harry to struggle.

It's a pity that Harry subconsciously didn't think it was a bad thing for Dumbledore to search through his memories, so he didn't struggle at all.

Dumbledore couldn't force him to struggle, so he could only end the Legilimency in a hurry.