HP: Embrace the Darkness

Voldemort did not go far and stood in the corner of the corridor, observing every word and action of Dumbledore and Draco. He did not leave until the two of them left.

At noon, a second quarrel broke out in the principal's office.

The protagonists are Professor McGonagall and Voldemort, the referee is Dumbledore, and the judges are Professors Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Grindelwald.

The first round was initiated by Professor McGonagall.

The witch slapped the table hard, and her neatly tied hair swayed with the table, and a few pieces of hair scattered, floating with the witch's movements, adding a touch of fierce aura to her.

"Gryffindor has me, and I don't need a sloppy professor to teach my students! Especially you, look at Harry's hands!! He is still a child, how could you do this to him!"

Faced with the witch's accusation, Voldemort seemed very indifferent. He leaned lazily on the back of his chair, holding the wand in one hand and lowering his hand with his pale lips.

"But the fact is that without my coercion, he can't even avoid attacks. Oh, I almost forgot, in your eyes, he is still a child. I have to say, your definition of a child is really crude, but now, He is not a child, he has the ability to fight back, although he is very weak, so weak that I can crush him with one hand."

Professor McGonagall couldn't believe it, "Could this be a reason for you to hurt him?"

"Why not? Do you think a weak person is qualified to speak?" Voldemort tilted his head, purely confused by this.

Professor McGonagall was at a loss for words. It wasn't that she couldn't refute, but she just remembered that Voldemort was not Snape and would not reason with her.

Not to mention being reasonable, Voldemort is still here because of Dumbledore.

Is it really useful for her to reason with him?

Professor McGonagall weakened.

She looked at Dumbledore, trying to find the answer from the headmaster who was also her teacher and friend.

Dumbledore obviously knew Voldemort better than she did. He had no expectation of convincing Voldemort from the beginning and calmly waited for the farce to end.

Seeing that no one was speaking, he looked at her suspiciously, as if asking "What's wrong?"

An unreliable principal, a Voldemort with malicious intentions towards the students.

Professor McGonagall's self-cultivation over the years was shattered to pieces.

Anger was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down. His face turned red and white, then white and black.

Finally she drew her wand angrily.

"Whether you want to make up for tonight's extra lesson, I will stay with Harry. You are right, weak people have no right to speak, but I... am not a weak person!"

Dumbledore and Voldemort looked at Professor McGonagall at the same time, both feeling as if their plan had been broken.

Dumbledore could remain calm because he knew Voldemort would be more anxious than he was.

Sure enough, Voldemort couldn't even maintain his leisurely posture. He opened his lips as if he wanted to refute, but when his eyes touched Professor McGonagall's brave expression, he knew better and closed his mouth.

After working against Professor McGonagall for so long, Voldemort still had some understanding of her temper.

If tough, this witch will be tougher.

When it came to the plan, Voldemort had to give in.

"You don't need to accompany him. Considering that his injury has not yet healed, at least he won't be injured tonight."

Professor McGonagall said the truth, and since she had said it, she would not take it back. When she heard this, she sneered, "What? The so-called weak theory has changed when I am not a weak person? Do you think I will still believe you?"

Voldemort softened his tone and said, "Minerva, we are all colleagues, there is no need to be so tense. Besides, Mr. Potter is not a child. Such an injury is not serious to him, is it?"

"Then what is serious in your eyes? Broken arms and legs, or unconsciousness? I have to say, your definition of injury is really crude."

Professor McGonagall returned everything Voldemort said without saving any face for Voldemort.

Voldemort was not a good-tempered person. Being questioned by Professor McGonagall in front of so many professors made him feel impatient.

A faint murderous intention filled the principal's office.

Seeing that something was wrong, Dumbledore knocked on the table, interrupting the confrontation between the two.

Voldemort also remembered that Dumbledore was still there and put away his murderous intent, but there was still murderous intent in his eyes.

"Okay, we are all colleagues. Severus did have something wrong with this matter, and so did I." Dumbledore directly admitted his mistake and stroked the cat.

Professor McGonagall's expression improved visibly.

"but--"

Dumbledore pretended not to, and smiled and waved to Harry in front of everyone's different eyes.

"We still need to listen to Harry's opinion on this matter. Come on, Harry, you have been watching it for so long, so you must have your own ideas. Let me tell you what you think. Do you want Minerva to accompany you to make up lessons?"

If Asseth was here, he would be able to hear the vague guidance in Dumbledore's words. Unfortunately, he was not here, and the other professors had great trust in Dumbledore, and they accidentally got Harry caught.

Harry subconsciously shook his head following Dumbledore's words, "I don't need anyone to accompany me. Injuries in actual combat training are inevitable, and under the guidance of Professor Snape, I did learn a lot of attacks."

Unlike school professors who pay attention to students' safety in teaching, Voldemort took a wild approach. Although he suffered many injuries, the results were quick and effective.

Now he was much better than other students at Hogwarts, so he couldn't deny Voldemort's teachings.

Harry didn't want to, and Professor McGonagall had no choice. She raised her wand and pointed it at Voldemort, leaving a cold warning and leaving helplessly.

When the other professors saw it, they also left, including Voldemort.

The principal's office suddenly became deserted.

Dumbledore dug out a lemon sorbet on the table and put it into Harry's hand. He took a look at his injury and patted the back of his hand comfortingly.

"Harry, these scars will become your medals and encouragement to help you grow. Minerva is worried about you, but I know you can do it."

There was candy in his palm, and the back of his hand was covered with the old man's warm and dry hand. In his ears, he heard the old man's earnest and expectant words. Harry's lips moved, but he said nothing, but his eyes became firmer.

No matter what Dumbledore wanted to do with him, he had to protect Hogwarts.

He no longer has a home, Hogwarts is his home, and the professors there are his family.

Except Snape.

Harry silently retracted his hand, bowed slightly to Dumbledore, and walked out quickly.

Since he wanted to protect him, he must be prepared to face Voldemort directly.