HP: Embrace the Darkness

Voldemort's patience was not as good as Grindelwald's, who had been waiting in Nurmengard for many years. He closed his eyes, uttered a few "OK" words through gritted teeth, and waved his hand.

The werewolves walked forward one by one, their eyes flashing with ferociousness. Dense spots of light lit up in the darkness. Then they suddenly lowered their bodies, pushed hard on the ground with their hind legs, and rushed towards the stone pillar like lightning.

The stone pillars were bulky and far inferior to the werewolves in terms of speed and reaction. Faced with the werewolves attacking from all directions, they were unable to dodge and were pounced upon.

There were several werewolves hanging on the shoulders, arms and feet of each stone pillar. Once the werewolves succeeded in attacking, they would immediately start biting.

Fortunately, the stone pillar is essentially stone. The werewolves' most advantageous teeth and claws against the enemies are ineffective on the stone pillar's hard body. The werewolves' hard biting and scratching only make their teeth make teeth-grinding knocking sounds and painful groans.

The stone pillar remained unmoved and took a step forward, covered with werewolves, firmly blocking the next werewolf.

Naturally, the people inside would not sit still and wait for death. They all raised their hands and pointed their magic wands at the sky one after another.

Professor Flitwick stood on a chair and chanted an obscure spell.

His voice carried an unknown power, awakening the castle that had been sleeping for many years. The entire castle was brightly lit, gathering into a beam of light, standing tall in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, countless wands shot out light, which condensed into a huge barrier above the castle, merging with the previous light column to firmly protect Hogwarts Castle.

The Hogwarts Castle is actually a large alchemical prop. People who have no knowledge of it only know that it is a castle. Only those who truly understand it know that it is the treasure left by the four founders for future generations.

The werewolves could not enter the area covered by the barrier, but they could enter through the stone pillars, so they were thrown off one after another, wailing continuously.

Voldemort didn't care about the casualties of the werewolves. He just looked at the teachers and students who were glaring at him and smiled contemptuously.

"You think this can stop me? It's so naive that it makes people laugh."

Almost at the moment he laughed, horrifying black liquid flowed out from several Death Eaters. They fell to the ground with a "bang". An open space was instantly left around them. The Death Eaters tacitly moved away from them, so fast that the people inside didn't even have time to react.

As the black liquid gushed out, the bodies of the fallen Death Eaters gradually shrank and their hoods slipped off, revealing lifeless faces. One of the faces was familiar to most people, especially Harry.

Harry stood out from the crowd and looked at Sirius's gradually decaying body in disbelief. His eyes instantly turned red and he drew his wand desperately to rush out.

Hermione and Ron quickly grabbed him, holding his arms on both sides.

"Harry, you can't go out."

"Harry, Sirius is dead."

Harry struggled frantically, but was no match for the two men’s strength. He could only stare at Voldemort with hatred and fear, and roared, “He’s dead! You devil, why are you treating his body like this!”

At the end, his voice was choked with sobs, and tears fell on the hands of Hermione and Ron. They looked up in shock and saw Harry's tears of grief, and they could not utter any words of comfort.

"A traitor whose only usefulness is this barely useful body. Why can't I use him? Do you think the great Dark Lord would treat an enemy well? How naive! No wonder Dumbledore likes you so much."

Voldemort laughed out loud. He liked seeing Harry wanting to kill him but being unable to do anything about it. This feeling was more satisfying than torturing and killing some trash.

"That's enough, Voldemort."

An old voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Everyone looked back in disbelief, and standing next to Grindelwald was Dumbledore, whom they had always thought was dead.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you tricked me with death!"

"Albus? It's great that you're still alive!"

"Albus, I'm glad you're okay."

"Dumbledore, you are not dead!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Except for Professor McGonagall, everyone else sounded surprised.

Hermione's grip on Harry's hand loosened unconsciously. She glanced at Harry and those external collaborators with a trace of thought in her eyes, and then looked at Dumbledore, her eyes unexpectedly filled with suspicion and caution. She was also the only one who did not speak.

This Muggle-born witch had a far more acute political sense than a student.

Dumbledore looked around at everyone kindly. When he saw Hermione with a wary look in her eyes, he paused, then looked away as if nothing had happened, and finally looked at Professor McGonagall, who was furious.

"Minerva, thank Merlin that I can see you again."

His smile was forced and his voice was weak.

Damn it, no one told him that Minerva would be so angry. The power of her glare was almost as powerful as that of an angry Severus!

"Dumbledore."

Voldemort interrupted their reminiscence and asked curiously, like a student who was puzzled by a question: "How did you survive? I am sure that the Killing Curse was cast on you."

"Forget it, I don't want to know."

He shook his head to himself.

"Even if the killing curse can't kill you, I have other ways."

Voldemort had dragged on until now just to force Dumbledore out. Now that Dumbledore was out, there was no need for him to waste time.

The skinny hand raised the spell, and a strange black mist emerged from the tip of the staff.

There seemed to be more dark clouds in the sky.

The night was dark with black clouds, howling winds, flying sand and rocks, as if it was the end of the world.

The others were not strong enough or had limited vision to see anything, but Dumbledore could see that it was Voldemort's fault.

"You're stronger, Tom."

After muttering to himself, Dumbledore pulled himself together and took out the Elder Wand.

This was his first time to take action at that level, and he was very curious about how strong he was now.

Along with the sound of wind, black liquid climbed up the translucent barrier. Its corrosion speed was very fast, especially the energy.

Unfortunately, the barrier of Hogwarts Castle is made of energy.

In just a few seconds, a big hole appeared in the gate, and it was still expanding.

Dumbledore sighed, waved his wand, and all the barriers instantly dissipated into the air, and then he walked out alone.

"Tom, let me see how much progress you've made."

Voldemort jumped down from the top of the dragon, and rolling black mist floated over, like a minister supporting his king, and sent him to the ground.

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time and a third time. You are old, Dumbledore."

Voldemort raised his wand.

"The carnival begins, everyone - demolish this damn castle!"

"Ouch-ouch-"

"Bang bang bang-"

The werewolves howled excitedly and rushed into the Hogwarts Castle. This time they learned their lesson. If they couldn't defeat the stone pillars, they would avoid them. The stone pillars were slow and couldn't stop them.

The giants flapped their bare arms frantically, their excitement even greater than that of the werewolves. They sought out stone pillars of similar size to themselves and rushed forward clumsily with their tall bodies, the ground shaking with every step.

When they collided with the stone pillar, ripples appeared on their bodies, and then they all fell to the ground. The ground near them was covered with dust in an instant, making it impossible to see their movements clearly.

The dragon's numb eyes suddenly lit up with a faint will-o'-the-wisp fire, and it spread its wings, knocking over the Death Eaters around it.

It flapped its wings again and again and opened its big black mouth in mid-air.

Someone looked up and found that something seemed to be brewing in its throat, and wisps of smoke were coming out of its throat.

Professor Sprout reacted the fastest, shouting towards where the dragon was aiming, "It's going to breathe fire, get out of there!"

The students ran away in a hurry, and some of them had to leave the castle and run to the open space outside to fight with the werewolves.

The dragon's brewing ended, and the dark green flames swept across the ground with scorching heat. It did not care about the enemy or itself, nor did it have the consciousness of showing mercy. It simply closed its eyes and swept the entire field with the maximum flames.

He accidentally injured a giant who was fighting with a stone pillar, and was grabbed by the tail by one of the angry giants.