HP: Embrace the Darkness

The werewolf made up for his mistake and rushed into Hogwarts first.

Hogwarts has a different kind of beauty at night, but in the eyes of a werewolf, there is only the castle with lights on not far away.

Their eyes turned red with tears, these were their hope to survive.

The sound of leaves scraping against bodies was endless. The werewolves quickly ran to the gate of Hogwarts Castle, growling one after another to protest to the people inside, and then they parted in the middle and respectfully made way for their master.

The door creaked open.

The professors, led by Professor McGonagall, walked in front, blocking the students behind them.

Voldemort's contemptuous gaze swept over them and fixed on Harry, but he quickly looked away and wandered slowly among the students, as if looking for something. After a minute, he withdrew his gaze in disappointment and used magic to amplify his voice.

"Dumbledore, I know you are here, why don't you come out? Don't you even have the courage to face me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout could not hide the surprise and confusion on their faces. They looked at each other and then looked at Professor McGonagall.

The person who knew Dumbledore best at the scene was not Voldemort or them, but Professor McGonagall, who had known Dumbledore for decades.

If Dumbledore was still alive, Professor McGonagall would know.

Not only the professors thought so, the students thought so too. After a brief noise, they also looked at Professor McGonagall.

Faced with the puzzled looks of several professors and students, Professor McGonagall turned pale and looked back hastily, her gaze moving away as if she both wanted to see the figure of a certain headmaster and was afraid to see the figure of a certain headmaster. Such a reaction confused everyone.

At this time, Dumbledore was still working with Snape to determine where Voldemort had placed Nagini.

Hearing the wolf howls and Voldemort's shouts coming from downstairs, the two stopped temporarily.

"Do you want to go down and take a look?" Snape frowned and looked at the situation below.

"Being not."

Dumbledore shook his head, his expression calm as if a war was not about to begin but a harmonious dinner.

"Two people can eliminate the Horcruxes faster than one person. I believe Minerva and the others can protect the students. The more important thing now is to ensure that all the Horcruxes are destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's voice came from downstairs again.

"Aren't you curious about how I know that?"

No one knew whether Dumbledore was very curious or not, but it was obvious that the professors and students standing downstairs were all very curious.

Their gazes, which had originally been on Professor McGonagall, suddenly shifted to Voldemort's snake face, but due to Voldemort's identity, no one dared to ask.

Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood. He stroked the dragon's uneven head with his fingers from time to time, and said to himself: "A long time ago, I was very curious about why you targeted me for no reason, so I learned a little about your past. My guess was confirmed when I saw Grindelwald that day."

In fact, he was young and hot-headed at that time and was unwilling to admit that Dumbledore saw through his disguise at a glance. He insisted that Dumbledore was a psychopath, so he followed the clues and found some traces, and then followed the clues to get the answer, and finally got it from Grindelwald.

"You and Grindelwald are more than just enemies, right? The greatest white wizard of this century?"

Voldemort spoke with a mocking tone, and his gaze, sharper than a knife, cut through every teacher and student, as if mocking them for trusting the wrong person.

"You were even willing to give him the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!? If I remember correctly, you rejected me at that time!"

Professor McGonagall thought that maybe she was old and her hearing wasn't working very well.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to hear words that sounded like an accusation from Voldemort's mouth.

She looked at Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout for confirmation.

Professor Flitwick was even more shocked than her, and his train of thought was even more outrageous and bizarre than Professor McGonagall's - a love triangle of him loving him, him loving him, and he loving him popped up, and the three little figures kept spinning around in his head, making him dizzy and unable to see Professor McGonagall's eyes at all.

Professor Sprout held his forehead with his hand, giving up on the train of thought of his two colleagues.

Shouldn't the point now be when Grindelwald was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Upstairs, Dumbledore looked at Snape with resentment, "Severus, we have known each other for so many years, and you had the heart to see Gellert and I exposed."

It was obvious that everyone was in a secret relationship, but only he and Gail were exposed. He didn't believe that Asseth had no hand in it.

"I'm very cruel." Snape declined the PUA from his former boss expressionlessly.

Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly, "Okay, anyway, I promised Gale to be open with him, so this saves me some effort."

Dumbledore, who had given up everything, was the best at giving up. He remained indifferent even when Voldemort spread rumors about his love history.

If there was someone else in front of him, he might still feel a little embarrassed.

But Snape was different. He believed that Snape, who had no emotional experience and was thinner-skinned than him, would only be more embarrassed than him.

As expected, Snape couldn't stand it anymore after listening halfway. His brows were tightly knitted together, and he glared at Dumbledore in unbearable anger.

"Are you not going to explain the one hundred and eighty things you and Grindelwald had to say in Nurmengard?"

"He's not entirely wrong, it's just that he was too subtle about the past. We were young back then, and not so... reserved. Of course, with students around, it wouldn't be good to go too far. I agree with him and there's no need to explain." Dumbledore said indifferently, not caring at all about Snape's life or death.

Snape's gloomy face stiffened for a moment and then became even darker.

He slammed the table, suppressing his anger, "Where is your sense of shame, Dumbledore!"

Oops, I went too far.

But it's really fun to tease Severus. Mr. Cavendish is so lucky.

Dumbledore stared at Snape with a smile, his eyes were relieved but also a little weird. Snape felt uneasy when he was looked at by him, so he simply picked up the sword of Gryffindor and went to check the places where Voldemort might have hidden Nagini one by one.

Downstairs, the teachers and students who were forced to listen to the love history of the former principal were not only not impatient, but became more energetic.

Voldemort finished speaking and finally found the person he was looking for in the crowd.

"Grindelwald, where's Dumbledore?"

Everyone turned around and found that an old man had appeared in the crowd without them noticing.

Unlike Dumbledore, this old man was dressed normally, a pure black wizard robe with dark gold thread embroidered with dark patterns from more to less, and there was almost no decoration on his upper body. But because of his unique temperament, no one dared to underestimate this seemingly ordinary old man.

Grindelwald listened to his love history with great interest for most of the day, and never expected that the target of Voldemort's speech was him. After a brief pause, he reacted, slowly stood up, and his aura suddenly changed. He swept a warning look at everyone, forcing away the gossiping gazes of many teachers and students one by one.

Grindelwald, who almost conquered the European wizarding world, is not an easy person to deal with. Just because he is willing to be public does not mean he is willing to be looked at like a monkey. This is courting death!

"Grindelwald, since you are here, where is Dumbledore?"

Without hearing Grindelwald's answer, Voldemort patiently asked the question a second time.

Grindelwald was even more arrogant than Voldemort. He said disdainfully: "I don't like looking up at people. I give you three seconds. Get off."

Voldemort broke off the dragon's horns, looked down at Grindelwald in anger, and raised his wand that was emitting green light.

"How dare you talk to me like that! Do you think you are still the Grindelwald of the past? You are just an old man with one foot half in the coffin. Who gave you the courage to talk to me in this tone?"

Feeling Voldemort's anger, the werewolf crouched and growled in his throat. The giant followed suit, beating his chest and roaring loudly. The Death Eaters seized the opportunity and raised their wands.

On the other side, many teachers and students, led by Professor McGonagall, raised their wands.

The azure magic circle lit up, and the warm light enveloped the castle, dispelling the darkness.

Huge stone pillars with similar blue eyes walked out from one side, standing in front of the castle gate like guardian gods, blocking the way of Voldemort and others.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense.

The instigator, Grindelwald, seemed not to feel the oppressive atmosphere and was so calm that he didn't even take out his wand.