HP: Embrace the Darkness

[After thinking about it, he still felt unsafe, so Ases simply pulled the quilt to cover Snape completely, leaving even his hair uncovered.]

[Snape, who was covered from head to toe, opened his eyes silently. His eyes regained clarity in a very short time. He hooked up his nightgown and put it on. He pulled back the quilt and sat up, looking around cautiously: "What's wrong?"]

[Aces turned around, his eyes met Snape's robe, which he had not fastened in a hurry. He frowned slightly, moved sideways to block him, carefully gathered his robe, and fastened the belt: "Someone is watching us. The interesting thing is that I can't find any props to peep."]

[Snape's cold eyes instantly turned towards the direction Aces had just looked at.]

The people outside the screen had different expressions.

Waking up in the same bed early in the morning, needing to put on clothes to show your face, overly intimate actions, unconditional trust...

This doesn't feel right.

McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout glanced at Severus, whose face was ashen, and lowered their heads at the same time, not daring to look at Severus beside them or at the screen, for fear of revealing the shock in their eyes.

Dumbledore, the only one who was not too scared and even thought he had a common topic, cleared his throat, faced the livid face of the Potions Master, and asked fearlessly: "Severus, excuse me, what is your sexual orientation..."

"no!"

Severus yelled at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's eardrums hurt a little from being yelled at. He rubbed his ears and nodded in understanding: "Okay, if you say it's not, then it's not."

Listening to Dumbledore's extremely perfunctory tone, Severus' heart choked, the gushing anger almost exploded his brain, and his sallow face turned blue and red.

"You damn old bee! Do you think everyone is like you and can't live without sticky love? I don't know him! I didn't know him in the past! I don't know him now! I won't know him in the future!"

Dumbledore covered the victim's ears and waited until Severus finished scolding before letting go. He explained with relief that he had survived a disaster: "Severus, don't be so sure. You have to know that love is not something to be ashamed of. I know you... but it's been so many years."

"Dumbledore!"

Severus stood up suddenly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I told you not to mention it again—"

Dumbledore knew he had said something wrong and changed the subject abruptly: "The screen has changed again."

Mag and others quickly chimed in.

"Yeah, they seem to have something to say."

Severus glared at Dumbledore several times before sitting down with his arms folded expressionlessly and looking up at the screen in the air.

Sure enough, the screen image changed.

The two men somehow got a sofa and sat on it together.

[Aces put away the gradually dimming staff and played with the silver hair covering the sofa with interest: "Very familiar energy, Sif, do you still remember him?"]

[Snape twirled his wand lazily, ready to strike back at any time: "Him? Which him?"]

[“Or rather, me.” Aces smiled and waved at the screen, “Let me guess, the person watching me and Sev is not you, Headmaster Dumbledore.”]

As the light words hit his ears, Dumbledore's back was almost instantly pierced by an invisible lightning.

He grasped his wand in horror.

Mag and the others looked at him worriedly.

[“Don’t be nervous, Filius, Minerva, Pomona, I didn’t say you weren’t watching us.” Arces added slowly.]

The same lightning struck McGonagall and the others. They felt the same horror and fear as Dumbledore. They looked around uneasily, seriously suspecting that they were also being spied on.

Severus, the only one who was not named, slowly raised an eyebrow with a mocking look in his eyes.

[Snape, who had never raised his head, seemed to have thought of something interesting and smiled: "Don't worry, we can't see you, including my other self."]

Severus lowered his raised eyebrow.

Flitwick wiped his face with lingering fear and said subconsciously: "Severus, your observation ability is a bit scary."

Sprout tugged at Flitwick and shook his head, signaling him to stop talking.

[As if he could sense the worry across time and space, Asis looked directly at the unknown camera, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, and he softly comforted the professors across the air: "Don't be nervous, this is probably a wonderful misunderstanding. Give me another ten minutes and I will correct this misunderstanding."]

Flitwick looked at Severus cautiously, whispering to Sprout in his ear, "To be honest, the Severus up there has good taste."

Sprout nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, several people watched in silence as the man on the screen took out his staff and muttered some incantations that they could not understand.

McGonagall placed her hopes on Dumbledore: "Do you understand, Albus?"

Dumbledore touched his nose and beard, and after completing all the little movements, he squeezed out a sentence - "This is probably a language."

Mag was speechless.

"Thank you, but I'm not so sure that I don't know it's a language."

Dumbledore shrugged. He just lived longer, not immortal. How could he know everything?

The man on the screen suddenly stopped and nodded to everyone with a smile on his face.

[“Everyone, I’m afraid I have to say goodbye to you. I left a gift for you. You will know it later.”]

[Snape raised his eyebrows lazily and said goodbye with the briefest words: "Good morning, goodbye."]

The screen made a hissing sound.

The screen suddenly turned black.