HP: Embrace the Darkness

It was the first time that Grindelwald was so despised by a stranger. His face looked very ugly, his deep sunken eye sockets were filled with hostility, and he looked at Severus with a gloomy and cold gaze.

"Have the guts to say it again."

Severus repeated fearlessly: "I said, your advanced age means that there is a small chance that you can be my assistant, but the probability is... not."

Grindelwald slammed the table in anger, but Dumbledore stopped him and changed the subject: "Our top priority now is the screen."

The screen cooperates well with the changing screen.

This time the time jump is even bigger, and the beginning also lists Grindelwald’s dark photos.

Real black photo.

Grindelwald's expression in each photo is different. There is the vicissitudes of his face curled up in Nurmengard without seeing the light for a long time, the painful face when he sprained his waist while helping Aces, the hopeless face when he was tied to a chair by Snape, and the shocked face when he was chased by the Death Eaters...

Dumbledore had never seen Grindelwald with such rich expressions and such magical movements. He was very surprised: "Gayle, I didn't expect that you in the other world are so..."

He pondered over and over again, and finally managed to find a word in his vast vocabulary that was not so mocking: "So lively."

"Pfft-"

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice had sounded, only to see Flitwick with his head down, his hands covering his mouth tightly, his shoulders swaying up and down so dramatically that Severus suspected he was going to laugh himself to death.

Grindelwald's expression was completely broken. He slammed the table in anger and roared, "This is targeted! This is targeted!"

Although he didn't know what was going on, it didn't stop Severus from gloating: "Since someone has a relatively rich life in his old age, I can lower my recruitment requirements as appropriate."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Flitwick couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into earth-shattering laughter.

His laughter seemed to open a floodgate, and strange laughter rang out one after another.

Dumbledore pulled up his pigtailed beard to cover the corners of his mouth and chuckled quietly. Perhaps because of the beard's cover, his laughter was the quietest and strangest of all the laughter. It could probably be classified as the occasional happy chirping of Fawkes after being praised and combing his feathers. It sounded like hehehe——

Mag was dedicated to maintaining her image, trying her best to control the twitching corners of her mouth. As soon as the corners of her mouth started to curl up, she pushed them down, and then she couldn't help but curl them up again. Despite such efforts to suppress it, she actually didn't laugh out loud, but her inhalation was more sharp, like a boiling kettle, and she successfully made Sprout on the opposite side laugh.

Sprout chose to laugh openly, but she was led astray by Mag and couldn't stop laughing.

She finally managed to control herself, but when her eyes met Mag boiling water, she couldn't control herself anymore. She covered her red face with her hands and laughed until she couldn't straighten her back, rubbing her waist as she laughed.

Severus crossed his arms, and the corners of his lips seemed to curl slightly, but not very obviously.

Grindelwald, the only outsider, had a blank expression on his face and looked out of place among the group of laughing wizards. He looked up and saw Severus, who was also calm like him, and a strange feeling of sympathy arose in his heart.

Feeling someone was looking at him, Severus raised his eyes slightly, his clear black eyes looking straight into Grindelwald's pupils. Catching the recognition in Grindelwald's eyes, he unconfidently withdrew his gaze and looked again.

After confirming that he was not mistaken, he felt an incomparable sense of absurdity and seriously suspected that Grindelwald had gone crazy as well.

After more than ten minutes, the laughter gradually died down.

Dumbledore gasped, and finally remembered to comfort Grindelwald: "Don't worry, Gale, this is just you in another world."

Grindelwald had already accepted the reality and was too lazy to struggle. "You can keep laughing if you want. I don't mind."

Dumbledore still didn't laugh, because the black photo on the screen was removed and replaced by a picture.

Grindelwald shuddered all over, ignoring the faint laughter around him, and stared at the flashing images on the screen.

Without exception, all of them were scenes of him and Athis getting along: the first meeting in Nurmengard, the prophecy transfer, continuous communication, the use of the prophecy magic circle, saving people...

His attitude towards Ases on the screen could be described as affable.

Grindelwald had a moment of doubt - was this really him?

"No, that's not right." Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's arm, ignoring the tense muscles of his suddenly sharp eyes. "I have never seen a magic circle like this, and I didn't know that talent could be transferred. If this is another world, and there is only one difference as you said, then this Athis Cavendish does not exist at only this point in time."