HP: Embrace the Darkness

"you!"

The intense emotion caused Harry's magic to surge, and he briefly regained the initiative in his body. He raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, with a sinister and fierce look on his face that Dumbledore had never seen before.

"Avada gnaws-"

"Harry!"

Dumbledore interrupted Harry just in time.

He was clearly in danger, but his aura did not let him down. He gradually straightened his back against the wall, calmly and gently soothing Harry's emotions.

"Don't be fooled. I already know about your affairs and have arranged for the Order of the Phoenix to help them both. They will be fine. Calm down."

At this time, the dark night suddenly lit up with green light, and the huge skull and the cold poisonous snakes crawling out of the mouth were intertwined and formed into a black mark that symbolized evil, announcing the arrival of the nightmare.

Ben watched coldly as Dumbledore educated Harry and Voldemort smiled.

"Order of the Phoenix, you mean those losers hiding in the dark and lingering? Do you think I will watch them come in to help? I am not Severus, and I will be restrained by you.

Voldemort was a true genius, especially in the dark arts.

When he became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he relied on his extraordinary attainments in black magic to break away from the busy teaching life.

Most of the time was spent deploying plans, contacting Death Eaters, and finding loopholes in Hogwarts.

He found a loophole that was not a loophole. After exploiting it, it gave the Death Eaters a chance to come in. It was strange to talk about that loophole.

Voldemort touched his chin, looking confused.

But he didn't want to worry about why there was a hole like a dog hole in the defense surrounding the school at Hogwarts, as long as it could be used.

At this moment, Lucius, who came in from the "dog hole", turned pale and was about to faint in the next second. Fenrir, the werewolf leader, pushed him away impatiently.

"Don't block the road, please be kind to others."

With Fenrir's push, Lucius' already miserable clothes were stained with muddy fingerprints.

His expression cracked.

"Damn, reckless werewolf! Can you see how dirty your hands are!!"

"Pretentious." Fenrir snorted and made a way for the werewolf behind him, "Hurry up, don't be so pretentious like Lucius and worry about getting your clothes dirty."

Having said that, he disliked Lucius's chattering and tried to slap two more slap marks on Lucius's messy clothes, but Lucius dodged them.

"Master has something big to do today. I won't argue with you for the time being. After today, I will settle the score with you slowly." Lucius dropped the harsh words and couldn't wait to stay away from Fenrir.

Fenrir didn't mind either, patting his head and urging the werewolves behind to hurry up.

Bella and the others were at the end.

When everyone came in, Bella smiled ferociously with her wand, dazzling green burst out from her wand, and the entire sky was occupied by the mark of the dark devil.

If Lucius was just symbolically indicating that the Death Eaters were coming, then Bella was indicating that the Death Eaters were coming with bad intentions.

Everyone near the window saw the mark, and for a moment, the castle was in chaos.

Bella took over Lucius' command and led a group of hyena-like vicious and greedy Death Eaters across Hogwarts and towards the Forbidden Forest.

I don't know how Voldemort did it. They walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and actually saw a large number of Acromantulas lying quietly.

"Sure enough, even these beasts understand the power of their master, waiting for us like a dog."

Bella laughed, and stepped past the Death Eaters who had stopped cautiously and did not dare to step forward. She stood in front of the Acromantula and took out her wand and pointed it at her arm.

The dark mark on her arm lit up.

The Acromantulas seemed to be stimulated and stood up one after another, staring directly at Bella with their eight eyes.

Not only was Bella not afraid, she even waved her arms excitedly, and the Acromantula's eyes followed her arms. To be precise, they followed the black film marks on her arms.

"Come on, good boys."

Her withered grass-like hair was swaying in the night wind, and her arms with ferocious marks were exposed, leading a group of Acromantulas towards Hogwarts Castle.

Acromantulas are murderous and cold, and have no human emotions at all. Even werewolves are unwilling to get too close to them, so Fenrir led the werewolves to walk to the left of the Acromantulas, keeping a certain distance from them.

Lucius didn't want to walk with the Acromantula, nor did he want to walk with Fenrir, so he led the remaining Death Eaters to walk on the right side of the Acromantula. Similarly, they also walked with the Acromantula. keep distance.

A large group of people and beasts came to the door of Hogwarts Castle. Voldemort upstairs lowered his eyes, and his smile became more sincere when he saw his army.

"Dumbledore, does the curse feel good?" He pretended to step forward and help Dumbledore repeatedly, and with his backhand, Harry, who wanted to attack him secretly, was stopped in place again.

Unwilling to struggle, Harry's wand slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

This voice woke up the unconscious Dumbledore. He raised his head with all his strength, caressed Voldemort away, and stood up straight against the wall.

The curse was far more powerful than he expected.

Even if he deliberately resisted later, most of his magic power was suppressed.

This little magic power is nothing in normal times, but at this time, less magic power means less hope of survival.

but……

Dumbledore, covered by his loose nightgown, calmly held the silver card between his two fingers.

Feeling the traces of the curse, the silver card lit up, melted little by little, turned into a stream of light, flowed into the body along the fingers, and began to clean up the curse.

A sense of relaxation and comfort that had not been felt for a long time came through his body. Dumbledore almost knelt down without straining his legs, and the moan that came to his mouth was almost turned into a muffled groan.

This performance became proof that he was unsustainable in the eyes of Voldemort and Harry.

The pride on Voldemort's face became even more obvious.

"Dumbledore, you have been at the top for so many years that they have forgotten that you will also grow old, but it doesn't matter, they will always remember that the so-called Dumbledore is nothing more than that."

He laughed maniacally and raised his wand cruelly.

Harry was devastated, but he couldn't break free from Voldemort's imprisonment. Even the wand was far away in the corner, unable to provide him with any help.

Could he just watch the people around him leave one by one? Still left because of him.

No! Absolutely not!

Harry struggled violently, and the badge that had protected him once was inspired by his magic and lit up slightly, helping Harry break free.

The moment he was freed, Harry rushed to retrieve the wand and aimed his resentment at Voldemort.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

"Avada eats the big melon!"

The two of them chanted the spell in unison.

The difference is that Voldemort aimed at Dumbledore and successfully hit him, while Harry aimed at Voldemort, but Dumbledore used his last strength to knock his hand out of the way, and the curse hit the wall.

Dumbledore staggered and flew back, hitting the guardrail with his back and falling out of control. He glanced at Harry and shook his head with a smile.

Under Harry's tearful gaze, he said silently: "Don't destroy yourself, he's not worth it."