HP: Embrace the Darkness

Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked at each other.

Dumbledore stepped forward and gently patted Gavin on the shoulder, "I'm sorry, Professor Gavin..."

Suddenly being patted by someone, Gavin reacted with a backhand slam, and when he saw that it was Dumbledore, he reluctantly withdrew the force and reluctantly retracted his hand.

"It's Principal Dumbledore, what's wrong?"

"How many days have you not slept?"

Gavin yawned greatly, "About two or three days, I just came back from outside."

Dumbledore/Grindelwald: "..."

Tsk tsk tsk, this is a capitalist.

Gavin seemed to see through Dumbledore and Grindelwald's thoughts, and explained: "It's none of the young master's business. I was in a hurry to get back from a mission outside. The young master didn't know, but he gave me a long time."

He yawned again and opened the door of the small villa: "I can only send you here. I wish you two a good night."

"Thank you." Grindelwald nodded helpfully, and Dumbledore and he watched him go away.

When no one was in sight, Grindelwald took Dumbledore's hand and said, "Let's go, Al, you are tired tonight, let's go and rest."

Dumbledore turned back and looked in the direction of Hogwarts. In the end, his trust overcame his worries and he followed Grindelwald into the small villa.

The green light stayed on until late at night.

Dumbledore's order made everyone unable to react in time. Although everyone was well protected, it also saved most of the Death Eaters and Voldemort. They successfully met in front of the castle gate and ambush the teachers and students inside.

Relying on the defense left by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood at the front, each guarding the entrance of the castle to prevent the Acromantula from breaking into the castle and causing more serious consequences.

Professor Sprout stood behind them, taking care of the students and them.

But the situation was not optimistic. The Acromantula had rough skin and thick flesh, which brought them a lot of trouble. Fortunately, according to Voldemort's orders, the Death Eaters did not target the professors for the time being, leaving them a little breathing space. Space.

"Burning fire!"

Fire shot into the sky, raging inside the Acromantula.

Opposite is Professor McGonagall holding a wand.

The witch, who was always meticulous and had her hair neatly combed, had messy hair and sharp eyebrows, and stood firmly in front of the students.

Voldemort strolled downstairs, followed by an uncontrollable Harry.

Surprised looks were thrown at Harry from all around.

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw Harry. He immediately understood Harry's difficulties and wanted to save him.

"Pomona, come on up, I'm going to save Harry, damn, they're leaving!"

Professor Sprout decisively took over Professor McGonagall's position and guarded the entrance to the castle.

Those spiders were tireless and had hard shells. They could only try their best to prevent them from entering the castle. No matter how much they tried, they couldn't do it.

Professor Flitwick took the time to look at Professor McGonagall and saw that she was going to fight Voldemort alone. The wand in her hand was three points faster. If others didn't know, how could he not know? Professor McGonagall is no match for Voldemort.

"Stop! Where are you taking Harry?"

Voldemort looked at Professor McGonagall who stopped him. His old and new grudges made him stop and raised his wand.

"Look, isn't this the famous Head of Gryffindor? Why is he so embarrassed?"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Duva appeared out of nowhere, red light shot out from his hand, and rushed straight towards Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously and waved his wand slowly. The light, which was thicker and redder than Dua's, overwhelmingly shattered Dua's spell.

The dazzling red light exploded, temporarily causing a visual blind spot. The next second, Dua's figure disappeared silently, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Harry.

He smiled at the astonished Voldemort, held Harry's shoulders, and disappeared with Harry.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at fighting. Rather than fighting, I'm better at taking away hostages under the eyes of the enemy."

Duva stood in a distant defensive shield and explained provocatively to Voldemort.

Of course, he did not forget Harry's abnormality, knocked him unconscious with a knife, and handed him over to Hermione and Ron who came to care for their friends.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. If Harry was still in the opponent's hands, she would inevitably be afraid.

When the Death Eaters nearby saw that the mission target, the Savior, had been snatched away, they were furious and rushed towards Dua.

But as Dewar said, he was extremely good at moving silently.

Several Death Eaters were unable to touch the corners of his clothes, and one of the unlucky ones was cut off from the waist by him, and his blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.

There was no sound nearby for a moment.

Not to mention a few professors at Hogwarts, not many Death Eaters had ever seen such a cruel and disgusting method. They were frightened, and fewer of them dared to besiege Dua.

Du Wa shrugged, lamenting that no one understood art, and turned around to find trouble with the Acromantula.

He stayed up late, was woken up, and needed a place to vent his anger.

Dewar's method has a miraculous effect on the Acromantula - no matter how hard the shell is, it is like a thin piece of paper in the cutting of space.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were greatly relieved, and they were able to focus on Professor McGonagall's situation.

Professor Flitwick was right. Professor McGonagall was no match for Voldemort and could only keep dodging and struggling to hold on.

What's more terrible is that every time Voldemort uses the Death Curse, Professor McGonagall will end up dead if he is not careful.

"Minerva, you are indeed a talent, and I am lacking talents like you. If it were before, maybe I could have spared your life and given you a chance to surrender, but now I don't want to let you go, I... I just want your life, Avada chews the big melon!”

Voldemort attacked Professor Mike with ease and even had time to taunt him.

"Didn't you say you're not a weakling? Why don't you look like me? Avada is chewing a big melon!"

"Pomona, Dua, leave this to you. I have to help Minerva. Oh, that person was too cruel."

Professor Flitwick frowned, and Professor Sprout and Dewar left the battlefield after a few words to help Professor McGonagall.

With Professor Flitwick, a master of fighting, sharing the pressure, Professor McGonagall, who could only hide and hide, was finally able to fight back.

The situation was urgent, and they did not hold back. The merciless attacks made Duva's brows jump and his attention shift. He was always ready to save Snape at a critical moment.

He still remembered his young master's order. No matter what, Professor Snape could not be harmed at all, which was why he did not choose to confront him head-on.

In the distance, a pale blue white tiger paced closer. No one among the Death Eaters, students, and professors who were fighting fiercely around them could see it.

It walked to the center of the battlefield like no one else - next to Voldemort, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, and watched the battle openly.

The little white tiger's eyes were fixed on the black figure, and the human nature of his translucent eyes flashed with distress, worry and forbearance.

It flicked its tail, half-lying down, its whole body shining brightly, and it was ready to go.