HP: Embrace the Darkness

Even though countless people have different plans, the night still comes as promised.

Dumbledore had been waiting in the principal's office early, and Grindelwald was sent out by him. Even the four deans found excuses to be trapped in their offices or college lounges and were not allowed to go out.

Tonight is Voldemort and his stage.

The hands pointed to seven o'clock, and there was a knock on the door on time. Without waiting for permission, the person outside pushed the door open and entered.

It was Lord Voldemort in full regalia.

He seemed to think that tonight was very important, and he wore gorgeous clothes that the Potions Master would not normally wear.

Dumbledore raised his eyes and saw no less than four figures of decoration on it.

Young people really have a sense of ritual. The principal of Hogwarts, who casually put on a purple nightgown, was filled with emotion, but did not feel embarrassed. He even happily plucked the stars on the nightgown and couldn't put it down.

Voldemort also saw what Dumbledore was wearing. Even though he had been used to it for a long time, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly, and his face darkened with dissatisfaction.

"Now change out of your tattered pajamas and put on the principal's robe."

"That's not necessary." Dumbledore declined.

Voldemort didn't care whether he refused or not. He raised his wand and threatened with murderous intent, "Dumbledore, change out of this ridiculous nightgown of yours, or else——"

Dumbledore didn't panic at all. He raised his index finger and pressed the wand pointed at him. "Severus, don't point your wand at others. It's too rude."

"Do you think you are polite when you face me in these rags?" Voldemort was furious, "Change out of your rags, hurry up!"

Dumbledore really couldn't figure out where Voldemort's sense of ritual came from being a villain, or a villain who was willing to become bald, and he had to change his clothes to make up for the lesson.

Just as he was about to say something perfunctory, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the two of them looked over at the same time.

The door swung open and Harry walked in.

He looked at the confrontation between the two people in the room, stopped hesitantly, and raised his wand to point it at Voldemort.

The actors arrived, the audience arrived, and Voldemort no longer insisted on letting Dumbledore change clothes.

He bent slightly like a true nobleman and stretched out his hand to Dumbledore gracefully.

"Don't worry about making up lessons tonight. We still have a long time. Now, do you want to go for a walk in the Astronomy Tower? My dear... Principal Dumbledore."

It is not inappropriate to use Snape's body to make such a gesture. The elegance that once belonged to Tom Riddle was once again revealed to the world.

Dumbledore shook his head.

Voldemort did not urge him, nor did he care about the wand behind him. He just stared at Dumbledore with his black eyes and patiently repeated it a second time.

"Remember the conversation we had in the Astronomy Tower? It was there that I first saw the majesty of the greatest white wizard of this century."

Harry suddenly launched an attack, and Voldemort easily deflected the attack without even turning his head, and also stopped Harry in place.

Dumbledore glanced in Harry's direction and saw that he just couldn't move and didn't make a move to save him.

Voldemort thought he was scared, so he laughed like a maniac with a hoarse voice. After laughing, he put his hands on the table and leaned towards Dumbledore's ear.

"To put it bluntly, Dumbledore, it was you who made me discover how delicious the taste of strength and power is. It was you who taught me how to pursue power. How about it? Are you still satisfied with my achievements?"

Dumbledore's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Harry slightly, his eyes seemed to be filled with water.

From this angle, Harry could just see Dumbledore's eyes. His eyes widened in disbelief, but he couldn't move because of the curse.

Voldemort had been at odds with Dumbledore for many years, and he knew him well, so he did not push him any further, patted his clothes, and returned to his original gentlemanly appearance.

"What now? Can we go?"

Dumbledore stood up silently, and Harry kept using his eyes to indicate to him to break the curse, but he seemed not to notice and walked straight over, but Voldemort came over and held Harry's shoulders.

Harry froze in place. Dumbledore stopped and turned around, his cloudy eyes staring directly at Voldemort's hand on Harry's shoulder.

Voldemort seemed unaware of the tension between the two of them and waved his wand lightly. Harry immediately felt that his body was moving forward uncontrollably.

Dumbledore took back the slipped wand, waited until Harry came to his side, then raised his heels and used his body to block Voldemort's sight.

No one spoke.

The corridor was also surprisingly quiet.

Harry kept trying to control his body, but always failed. His body seemed to live in another soul, controlling the body for him.

Dumbledore recognized the manipulative spell and his eyes wandered to Harry's back.

The moonlight was sultry. The last time Dumbledore came to the Astronomy Tower, he was following and monitoring Artes. There was a hint of nostalgia in his expression. Voldemort, who came up from behind, misunderstood and his smile deepened.

"It seems you still remember?"

Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort, confused.

He is just a centenarian, how could anyone think that he still remembers a trivial thing from who knows how many years ago? It's really hard to understand.

The old man's eyes had no special meaning, just pure confusion, but Voldemort understood the sarcasm and laughed immediately.

"Dumbledore, do you still think you are the greatest white wizard at the peak of your time? Or do you think I will show mercy to you?"

"I have never thought about it that way." Dumbledore found a place to lean against and replied gently, his attitude was more than a little better than before.

Voldemort laughed louder and louder.

"It seems that you feel the pain, right? The surprise I have prepared for you. In order to find this curse, my dear Lucius spent a lot of effort. Even Knockturn Alley was turned over by them."

Harry struggled to move his eyes and stared at Dumbledore's face, which looked even paler in the moonlight, and felt a sense of panic in his heart.

When was it? They had no idea when Voldemort cast the curse.

The young man is still too young and cannot hide things on his face.

His abnormality attracted the attention of the two elders. Voldemort sneered, "Savior, what a wonderful title, but it's a pity that it is placed on your head. Do you really think that I don't know anything about your actions?"

The blood in Harry's body was close to coagulation.

He thought of Ron and Hermione who were still running around Hogwarts at this time.

Then his friend...

Voldemort smiled faintly, "It seems you have guessed it. Do you think your friend can still survive?"