HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Ah!"

A mocking laugh suddenly came from the principal's office.

Voldemort crossed his arms and watched Harry, who was unable to stop Legilimency even though Dumbledore had released so much water in the Pacific Ocean, and laughed louder and louder, with a hint of sadness in his wild laughter.

This is his destined opponent.

A loser who can't even learn Occlumency.

A young boy.

He actually lost to such a person.

The familiar and cold laughter reached Harry's ears, touching the strings deep in Harry's memory. He stood up in horror, raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"You! Who are you!?"

His movements were too quick and too big, and he even swept the documents on his desk to the ground.

The sound irritated everyone's nerves in the quiet room. Voldemort stopped smiling and stared at Harry with a pair of dark eyes filled with undercurrents.

Dumbledore observed Voldemort's expression calmly, then waved his wand, bringing Harry to his side without any doubt and taking away his wand.

"Calm down, Harry. Severus is also sad because your academic results are not satisfactory. Don't point your wand at your professor."

Voldemort's tense body gradually relaxed.

He stroked the wand with a section of his sleeve, his head half bowed, with an unpredictable expression.

In the silence, Harry's anxiety, disgust and fear turned into actual flames burning in his heart. He looked at Dumbledore eagerly and pleadingly, wanting to tell Dumbledore what he had discovered.

"Okay, Harry." Dumbledore interrupted, "I know you and Severus are at odds, but you need to respect professors, every professor."

Harry's face turned red with anger and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, "But he's not Snape!"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

Dumbledore corrected him and glanced at Voldemort reassuringly.

"The fact that Severus can walk into Hogwarts proves that he is Severus. Well, Harry, if Legilimency leaves you with a bad experience, let's learn some other practical magic." curse."

Harry didn't believe Dumbledore's words. He had never been so sure of one thing - the Snape in front of him was definitely not Snape, but Voldemort.

He didn't know what means Voldemort used to deceive everyone, but he would never be deceived.

It's just that Dumbledore, the only one in Hogwarts who can resist Voldemort, is bewitched. He must first find a way to reveal Voldemort's true face.

Harry thought about it, then sat back down in his original position stiffly, trying to cover up his abnormality.

"Maybe, maybe I made a mistake. I'm very...sorry, Professor, let's continue. What spells do we need to learn?"

Dumbledore and Voldemort looked at Harry, who was obviously still doubting but pretending not to doubt anymore, with completely opposite moods.

But no one pointed it out.

They had a tacit understanding that Harry would not have any influence on the other.

Voldemort snorted contemptuously and pointed the finger at Dumbledore, "I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I should be the one to formulate the spells he learns. What do you think? Dumbledore... Headmaster?"

"Of course, you are right. Harry will learn spells from you, but he just needs a certain range." Dumbledore handed the list of spells he had written to Voldemort, "You can choose to teach the spells above. I can teach you."

Voldemort glanced at the teaching plan focusing on defensive spells on the parchment and dismissed it, "Do you think these spells can protect him from harm?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"You are really so naive."

Voldemort threw off the parchment, raised his feet, and touched the snake next to him out of habit. He was stunned for half a second, and then calmly withdrew his hand.

"On this piece of paper, except for the crushing spell, which can barely attack, what are the other spells? The disarming spell? The enlarging and shrinking spells? Do you want him to enlarge the enemy and crush him to death, or shrink the enemy so that he can be trampled to death? Enemy? I have to say, maybe we can try the second one, but what about the first one?"

Dumbledore explained good-naturedly: "It is impossible to practice spells that are too complicated and become proficient in a short period of time, so I hope that we can teach Harry how to deal with spells and their magical uses."

Just with these bullshit curses?

Voldemort rolled his eyes at Dumbledore without any scruples, "Tell me about it."

"For example, these three spells, as long as Harry reacts quickly enough, he can use them as a combo to gain an advantage in the battle."

Voldemort glanced at the spells Dumbledore was pointing at, which were the Disarming Curse, the Binding Curse, and the Fire Curse.

It couldn't be easier to match.

But it is very suitable for students whose reactions are not fast enough and the magic power is not strong enough.

It might even save their lives at a critical moment.

After all, unexperienced students can easily forget what spells to use when they are in a panic.

If you can rely on your body's instinctive reaction to resist at this time, you will most likely be able to live a little longer.

Voldemort subconsciously commented.

But then I thought about it, he was Voldemort, not a professor at Hogwarts. What does the death of these idiots have to do with him? It’s better to die——

No, it won't work. Wizards have little new power, and it's easy for them to die too much and no one can use them.

He will also need someone to give birth to a healthy and powerful wizard in exchange for him in the future.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his long-lost IQ returned, and he smelled a breath that was beneficial to him. His eyes suddenly became a little more patient when he looked at the parchment filled with curses.

"What you said makes sense, let's start with the hardest one." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harry's nervous fingers, and Voldemort looked over with his head propped up in a good mood, "Do you have any objections? Mr. Potter."

Harry's fingers, which were sweating continuously, froze, "No, no."

"That would be best." Voldemort took out his wand and asked Dumbledore politely, "I need a teaching place. Do you mind if I open one?"

Although he was asking, he was not polite at all. He waved the wand lightly at the sofa, and the sofa and everything that could hinder him rolled and disappeared to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the floor began to twist and stretch, and human-shaped targets with a metallic luster popped up one after another.

They stood neatly on both sides, like real eyes staring at Harry faintly, and a small bump immediately appeared on his back.

Is this what Voldemort is going to do?

Harry clenched his wand, alertly awaiting Voldemort's next move.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort did nothing, just slipped him into the middle of the target.