HP: Embrace the Darkness

When Snape regained consciousness, the whole world was dark and his body was unable to move. He tried to mobilize his magic power, but there was no response at all.

After several attempts, he gave up struggling and counted silently in his mind.

For a minute, there was no sound.

Five minutes, no sound.

At nine and a half minutes, the familiar voice sounded again, asking doubtfully: "Aren't you afraid?"

"If fear were useful, that old bee wouldn't have to rack his brains to plot against his golden boy." Snape stepped on Dumbledore habitually and spoke slowly and long, "Besides - Athis has successfully recovered his memory, hasn't he?"

The voice choked for a moment, and felt that chatting with these two people was extremely boring. If he took the initiative to come out again, he would be a dog!

The owner of the voice disappeared angrily.

The next second, the mechanical sound reappeared.

"The hidden world is opening. Please be ready. Countdown: three, two, one, open!"

The mechanical voice spoke at an incredibly fast speed, as if it was afraid of being interrupted, and it ran away quickly after it finished speaking.

Snape, who hadn't even used half of his strength, closed his mouth regretfully and lost consciousness.

The same time outside London.

Ases, who was wearing casual pajamas and sleeping soundly, appeared in the air without any warning and fell straight to the ground.

The sound of the wind whistled past my ears, and the sudden change in the environment woke the sleeper.

Just before he was about to touch the ground, Ases cast a levitation spell and forcibly floated himself up. He was hovering just a few centimeters above the ground, and the smell of soil filled his nose.

This made the mysophobic Master Cavendish's face even darker. He snapped his fingers in disgust, and his suspended body was suddenly lifted up by an invisible force and slowly landed on the ground.

He still felt uncomfortable all over, and used the cleaning spell to clean himself from head to toe several times before he looked up and looked around.

This is an unfamiliar country road. The surroundings are very open and there is no one around as far as you can see.

The good news: there is no need to modify eyewitness memories.

The bad news: He had no one to ask for directions.

Ases pinched his brows, changed himself into a retro suit that would never go wrong, then randomly found a direction and began to Apparate.

Half an hour later, he was sitting on the second floor of the Chelsea Pharmacy on King's Road in London, sorting out the information he had collected.

This world is the same as his original world, with magic and Hogwarts, and other things are almost the same. The only difference is that the current time point is much earlier than that of his world.

Asses opened the daily newspaper and ran his finger over the date - 1976.

In 1976, Voldemort was still alive and in full swing, and the Potions Master, who would later become a double agent, was only in his fifth year and had not yet graduated from Hogwarts.

Fifth grade?

Fifth grade!

Ases' eyes flashed, and magic power suddenly swept around. With him as the center, the nearby space instantly distorted, and he disappeared into the Chelsea Pharmacy.

The Hogwarts Castle, a large alchemical prop, is very tolerant of its masters from different time and space. The protective cover that is usually closed is quietly opened, allowing Athis to force his way into this familiar yet unfamiliar campus.

It is now the break, and students in their respective college robes are walking back and forth with books in their arms. The sounds of noise, chasing and fighting are endless.

Before Ases came, he had cast a spell on himself. The students who were playing around couldn't see him and would subconsciously avoid him. He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way. He walked towards the Black Lake with a clear goal.

However, before they had gone far, a white figure appeared in their field of vision.

He was an old man with a tired but gentle face, wearing a fairly normal white robe without any strange decorations, and a pair of half-moon glasses on his nose, which gradually overlapped with his image many years later.

Dumbledore.

Athis slowed down, knowing that his behavior of rushing into Hogwarts was a bit too impulsive.

But he has no regrets.

He will regret it if he comes too late.

"Hello, sir. I am Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts." Dumbledore introduced himself with a smile, holding his wand inconspicuously. "Excuse me, who are you?"

Familiar tone, familiar eyes, Athis reflexively put on a more fake smile, hesitated, and introduced himself by his last name: "Athis Snape, please put away your wand, I mean no harm."

Voldemort has been active recently, and even though Athis explained that he had no ill intentions, Dumbledore did not immediately let down his guard.

He shrugged and made a halfhearted joke: "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Hogwarts cannot accept you as a student. You are obviously over the age of eleven, which is the admission requirement."

"I'm here to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Aces also shrugged, trying his best to suppress his inner anxiety and deal with Dumbledore, "I think this position should be in short supply, and I happen to be good at it."

"Really?" Dumbledore looked at Athis through the lens. "In that case, I think... Mr. Snape will definitely not hesitate to prove himself to me. How about the Patronus Charm?"

"of course."

Ases snapped his fingers.

The crystal clear white tiger jumped out and ran towards the Black Lake under Dumbledore's amazed and obviously relaxed eyes.

Because the Patronus can only harm Dementors, Dumbledore didn't care where the white tiger went.

He turned his head and was about to continue testing, but saw that Ases's face suddenly changed, he cursed something in a low voice, and then disappeared out of thin air.

By, empty, disappear, lost.

Dumbledore's smile disappeared in an instant, and he quickly chased after him according to the instructions given by the castle.

As soon as Ases arrived at the Black Lake, he saw a scene that made him burst with anger.

Snape sat on the ground, panting, pink foam constantly overflowing from his mouth, his face was pale, and he looked extremely embarrassed. Opposite him stood James and Sirius. James' face was dripping with blood. He waved his wand angrily, and a flash of light flew towards Snape.

It seemed that he had just cast a spell. The wand in Snape's hand was half-lowered. He didn't have time to raise it when facing the flash of light flying towards him, and was about to be hit.

How dare Potter!

The raging anger burned straight into my heart, making my sanity shake.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down several times. All sounds faded away, and Ases could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat hitting his chest, getting heavier with each beat.

"Click——"

The last bit of sanity disconnects.

Before his brain could even issue a command, the raging magic rushed towards James and Sirius, knocking them flying heavily, and he appeared in front of Snape in the blink of an eye.

The suffocatingly powerful demonic pressure and murderous intent avoided Snape and spread in all directions. The air was visibly distorted, forcibly changing the direction of the spell attack.

James and Sirius, who had just landed, were hit by their own spell and were hanging upside down in the air, unable to move.

There was silence.

It all happened so fast that by the time the people around him reacted, Athis had already hung James and Sirius, and removed the curse on Snape.

Dumbledore arrived a step too late, and Snape was blocked by Aces, so he only saw James and Sirius hanging in the air.

The old man paused, waved his wand as if nothing had happened, and said gently: "Mr. Snape, it is not the professor's job to lay hands on students."

Who... is Mr. Snape?

Snape, whose face was as pale as paper, was still in shock. He stared vigilantly at the man standing in front of him, his thin and pale hands tightly grasping the wand, as if trying to draw some power from it.