HP: Embrace the Darkness

Severus used his last bit of rationality to retract his raised wand, looked at the screen expressionlessly, and tried to remember the key information that flashed by in the sweet picture.

He watched it carefully and gradually ignored Ases, whose presence was too strong in the picture.

At this moment, a pair of bony hands suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, holding an exquisite little box.

"Greetings, Professor Snape."

The boy's not-so-distant voice came to my ears.

Severus subconsciously wanted to refuse and taunt the double kill, but the box opened at this moment, revealing the symbol of Slytherin.

This is!

Severus' eyes widened, he snatched the box in disbelief, and hooked the dark green locket inside with his fingers.

"Slytherin's locket?"

The boy glanced sideways, his eyes lingering on the fingers that were not protected by any spells for a few seconds, and nodded slowly: "Yes."

Severus was so absorbed in studying Slytherin's locket that he didn't notice the fleeting glance. Even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. In front of Slytherin's locket, nothing else mattered.

"You just said this is a gift?" After looking at the locket enough, Severus finally remembered that there was a gift owner, and asked straight to the point, "What do you want?"

The young man stroked the gemstone on his cane, and his smile was more genuine than before: "Since it is a meeting gift, then naturally the recipient does not need to pay any price. Besides... everyone has this meeting gift."

As he spoke, he took out a few beautifully wrapped gifts and placed them on the table.

Flitwick's nose twitched and he screamed excitedly. He threw down his notebook and rushed towards the largest gift on the edge of the table. His nose kept sniffing around, as if confirming something. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at the boy sitting on the sofa inquiringly.

"Is that what I think?"

"Of course." The young man raised his hand with a smile, motioning him to open it.

Flitwick couldn't wait to open the gift shell and took out the tightly wrapped wine. He smiled instantly: "Thank you, Mr. Cavendish, I like this gift very much. I knew I was right. We will definitely be good drinking companions in the future. I will wait for you until you are seventeen."

After saying this, he happily returned to his seat with his wine in his arms and continued writing furiously.

Severus followed suit, repeating concisely according to the goblin professor's template: "Thank you, I like it very much."

The boy nodded.

The screen above the principal's office timely transformed into a warm scene, with sunshine, grass, unicorns, and the backs of people sitting side by side in the sun.

Watching the two figures on the screen getting closer and closer until they were snuggling together intimately, Severus' hand holding the Slytherin locket trembled, and he felt as if he was holding a cluster of flames, burning his palms all the time.

Perhaps the boy noticed his discomfort, and considerately distributed the gifts, diverting the rest of the people's attention to the gifts.

Dumbledore was holding the long-lost wool socks, looking tired and dazed. He looked at Grindelwald who was holding the Book of Love, and then looked away as if he had been electrocuted.

Sprout studied the small constant temperature alchemical tool in his hand and smiled very kindly.

She knew that her vision was correct. Since she was so generous to them, she would be even more generous to Severus.

I don’t know what the gift is.

The gentle witch looked at Severus' palm curiously, vaguely seeing a hint of green. She had a guess in her mind and felt more at ease.

Mag took her gift, her face gentler than usual. "Thank you for your gift, child, I like it very much."