HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Principal Dumbledore, I can be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but there are conditions. What are they... Let's go to the principal's office and discuss it in detail."

Ases offered.

Dumbledore was worried that he might run to Voldemort's camp, so he would never refuse his job application. He quickly agreed and then pulled Professor McGonagall aside to give her some instructions.

"Minerva, you handle the situation here and find out who started the dispute first."

When Ases heard his words, he turned the ring faster.

"Principal Dumbledore, if you have other matters to attend to, I can visit you another day."

"Just some minor matters. Minerva will take care of them." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Little things?

It turns out that this is a trivial matter in your eyes.

How interesting, Dumbledore.

Asais smiled more tenderly.

So Dumbledore, who had trampled on Athis's bottom line back and forth without knowing it and stepped on it hard several times, suddenly felt his hair stand on end and had a bad premonition in his heart.

Before he could find the source of his premonition, Arces turned and walked towards Snape: "Accompany me to the headmaster's office, and I will tell you my origins."

"it is good."

Snape agreed immediately.

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Hogwarts castle corridor.

Dumbledore led the way, taking Aces and Snape to the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore asked Aces why he had asked Snape to come.

The reason given by Ases was that his condition was related to Snape.

This straightforward statement caused Snape to be stared at by Dumbledore no less than ten times on the way.

To this end, he angrily went through his alcoholic father's interpersonal relationships in his mind, trying to find some clues about Ases.

But before he could find anything, Athis moved sideways to block Dumbledore's view.

They also pushed the old man to the front to lead the way.

Dumbledore: "..."

He hates young people who don't respect old people.

The three of them came to the principal's office.

The decorations in the principal's office today look no different than they did many years ago. On the desk are still displayed the principal's hobbies, and the portraits hanging on the shelves are more shrewd than each other.

Ases pulled out the chair in front of the principal's desk with ease, and with a flash of magic, two identical chairs were placed side by side.

"sit."

He took the initiative and entertained Snape.

Then he sat down too.

"Principal Dumbledore, two cups of hot cocoa, not too hot, not too sweet, thank you."

Snape opened his lips slightly. He wanted to refuse but was afraid of Ases's strength. After weighing the pros and cons, he accepted it and whispered, "Thank you."

Dumbledore: "..."

He repeated that he hated young people who disrespected the elderly.

He hasn't sat down yet!

Just order the food.

After confirming that Athis was most likely not an enemy but a helper, Dumbledore felt much happier, and his inner complaints did not affect his enthusiasm at all.

"It tastes good. I also like hot cocoa. It always makes me feel warm. When people get old, they become afraid of the cold. At this time, hot cocoa is a good choice."

He tapped the table with his wand.

Two cups of hot cocoa appeared in front of Aces and me, Snape.

"Excuse me, according to what you said, the conditions are related to this..." Dumbledore thought about how to distinguish the two Snapes, "Young Mr. Snape. What is the relationship between you two?"

As if thinking the question was too straightforward, Dumbledore explained: "Please forgive my offense, but I am responsible for the safety of my students."

Responsible for student safety?

What was it before that?

Does he deserve it?

Snape pulled his lips sarcastically, bitterness and resentment growing in his heart.

The boy was not able to control his emotions well, and both people present could feel his hatred.

Athis was silent for a moment, picked up the hot cocoa and stuffed it into Snape's hand, then looked at Dumbledore in surprise, as if he had just met him.

How did Dumbledore do it? He actually stepped on his bottom line several times in a row.

Why didn't I realize Dumbledore had such a talent before?

Is it because the world is different?

Dumbledore felt uncomfortable being stared at by the two and couldn't help but ask: "Am I wrong?"

"Yes." / "You are right."

The two people's tone was more sarcastic than the other.

Dumbledore was numb.

He and Snape definitely didn't get along.

Both.

"He and I..." Aces turned his head to look at Snape and explained carefully, "We have no relationship now, let alone blood relationship."

Dumbledore didn't believe it: "Then why are you so... concerned about young Mr. Snape."

Snape looked sideways.

Obviously, he also cares about the answer to this question.

"Don't call him Mr. Snape, it sounds awkward. If you want to distinguish him, just call me Aces." Aces' expression was a little subtle. "Snape is my love's last name."

Lover's last name?

Snape hadn't responded yet.

Dumbledore looked at Athis with interest: "You mean... I should have understood correctly?"

"You didn't misunderstand me." Athels nodded calmly, "My lover is indeed a man. He is good at the Dark Arts, Defense Against the Dark Arts, spells, and potions. He is an excellent potion master, and I am sure he will be even better in the future."

The pride and love that naturally appeared in Athis's face when he mentioned his lover looked very familiar. Dumbledore was in a trance for a few seconds, and another familiar figure appeared before his eyes.

Not Grindelwald.

It's the young him.

At that time, he was truly impressed by Grindelwald's talent.

Even now, it has not changed.

"Dark magic?" Snape asked suddenly, "Don't you think he's evil? And you won't stay away from him?"

Aces heard the temptation in his voice, and his heart ached for a moment. He patiently explained:

"You are wrong. Dark magic is not as...disgusting as you think. I won't talk about the distant past, let's just talk about me and your principal."

"We are all very good at the Dark Arts. We know and have used as much Dark Arts as Voldemort. In fact, we have used more Dark Arts than Voldemort. But no one will attack or kill us, let alone stay away from us."

"Dark magic itself is just one of many kinds of magic. In essence, it is no different from other magic, and has nothing to do with dark wizards. Dark wizards have many methods. Even without using dark magic, they can still kill their enemies, such as... the levitation spell."

Ases looked up at the sofa behind him.

The sofa floated up and then fell heavily.

It fell apart instantly.

"The Levitation Charm is not black magic, but if used properly, I can kill several people at the same time. Even so, it is still not black magic in the eyes of others."

"The boundary of black magic is actually very flexible. You can say that magic that causes pain and harm to the target is black magic, or you can say that magic that makes the target feel unhappy and causes spiritual harm is black magic. It depends on your standards and usage."

Snape's eyes lit up little by little as Aces explained.

Dumbledore's eyelids jumped and he quickly interrupted Aces.

"Mr. Snape is still young. It would not be good for him to be exposed to too much dark magic rashly. What do you think?"