HP: Embrace the Darkness

Hermione and Ron looked at Harry in shock, and Harry looked at his hands blankly.

He remembered that he had never used the Death Curse before. What was this familiar feeling that came naturally like running water?

"Harry, you..." Hermione tilted her wand without any trace, as if pointing at Harry unintentionally, "Have you ever used the Death Curse? By the way, Ron, do you still remember why you and Harry were in first grade? Are you going to quarrel?"

Ron was stunned for a moment, a little confused, "When we were in first grade, Harry and I——"

"We didn't quarrel, the quarrel was between you and Ron." Harry answered suddenly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, removed her wand, and apologized sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Harry. I have to be careful because of Professor Snape's experience."

"It's nothing, you are right, because even I am doubting myself." Harry wiped his face with a wry smile and felt a chill on his back.

When did it start that he almost didn't recognize himself.

Seeing that Harry looked so bad, Ron stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him: "Don't think so badly of things, maybe you have a talent?"

Harry's expression worsened.

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, this comfort was worse than no comfort at all!

"I just said it casually, don't take it to heart." Ron knew he had made a mistake, smiled coquettishly, and stopped talking.

Hagrid, who had not seen the three attacks for a long time, shouted above: "Harry, Hermione, Ron! Are you okay? What happened?"

"It's okay, we'll be fine soon." Hermione pulled Ron and Harry over, "We'll talk about this later. Let's deal with the Acromantula first. Just in time, I've thought of a good idea. Please cooperate with me."

Harry and Ron have nothing to do with themselves.

When the fire lit up in the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore was watching from the principal's office, and beside him stood Grindelwald with an unclear look.

"Set fire to the mountains, there is really something to be said for it."

He has often faced off against Voldemort recently, and he is used to being weird and sarcastic when he speaks.

Dumbledore couldn't tell for a moment whether he was really complimenting or mocking.

But this is not important.

"Gayle, neither you nor I can deny that this is the fastest way."

Grindelwald tilted his head innocently, "So I'm praising them, right?"

Dumbledore was silent for a second, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, now that their mission is completed, it's time for us. Please come with me, Gale."

"My pleasure."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand and was led by Dumbledore into the principal's office.

cellar.

Voldemort seemed to be aware of it, and looked up in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. After thinking for a while, he did not act rashly, but returned to Malfoy Manor through the fireplace.

Malfoy Manor was no different from when he left. Clad in Snape's shell, Voldemort was rarely arrogant. He walked in the unobtrusive shadows and returned to the room that belonged to Voldemort.

Snape was reading a book on the sofa, which was the only entertainment he could do to pass the time in Malfoy Manor.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and suddenly saw his body appearing in front of him. Even the well-informed Potions Master was a little unable to react. He slowly stood up and greeted Voldemort.

"…Owner."

Voldemort looked gloomy and walked around Snape to sit where he had just been sitting. "Severus, I said you don't need to call me master now."

"Okay...sir."

Voldemort leaned back, holding Snape's wand in his hand. He looked up at his body, scanned it carefully, and asked, "Severus, you should know why I came back to you?"

Snape guessed, "Yes, I am always ready, should you need me."

After saying that, he quietly waited for Voldemort's next order, but Voldemort seemed to forget that there was another person here and fell into a long silence.

Time passed by, and my body became a little stiff and sore after standing still for a long time.

Snape lowered his eyes, silently laughing at himself.

Sure enough, after people have been comfortable for a long time, it is easy to forget the hardships they suffered before. Now that they have just stood for a while, they start to miss the soft sofa and embrace.