HP: Embrace the Darkness

"If you still have a little bit of brains, you should understand that I can kill you before the people who save you come. It's not difficult, even simple."

Even a fool could hear the threat in Snape's words, let alone two wizards with some brains.

Sirius and James looked at each other and saw the same humiliation in each other's eyes.

"Thank...thank you." Sirius closed his eyes tightly, his teeth chattering.

Snape nodded calmly at the camera. "It didn't record. Try again. Remember to turn up the volume. I don't think you have no energy to speak."

Sirius clenched his fists and said word by word: "Thank you, thank you."

"Excuse me, is this okay?"

Snape repeatedly replayed Sirius's reluctant thanks, and said reluctantly: "Not bad. Next, James Potter."

James shuddered when his name was called.

Snape crossed his arms over his chest and floated the camera in front of James.

James sat there in a daze, not saying a word. Sirius quietly pushed him, and then he whispered his thanks, even quieter than Sirius. After all, Sirius was a wizard who grew up in Slytherin, and no matter what, he knew how to handle current affairs better than Potter from Gryffindor.

Without Dumbledore, Snape was not used to his old enemy's behavior, and the invisible blade grazed the carotid artery, leaving a thin line.

"Next time, it's your neck that gets cut. Come on!"

James covered his neck, his whole body shaking. This was the closest he had ever been to death. He could even feel his arteries brushing against something. He didn't dare to fool around anymore, and gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Thank you."

Looking at James's ugly and twisted face, which was forced to swallow his anger, Snape felt refreshed.

Just in a trance, he felt that this scene was a little familiar, very similar to the stories Susanna told where the villain bullied the protagonist.

If the protagonists were Potter and Black, he wouldn't mind being the villain.

By the way, what did Susanna say the villain was going to do before?

Laughing?

What kind of laugh is that?

The Potions Professor has always been a studious student, and he immediately decided to go back and learn the 81 villain tricks from Susanna.

"Are we ready to go?" Sirius asked cautiously.

Snape nodded expressionlessly, looked at them coldly, and ran away quickly without even looking at Lily. Then he thought of a question at an inopportune time - if he had ruined Potter's birth, would it be considered a change of fate?

This question was so reasonable that Snape didn't have time to pay attention to where Lily and Petunia were, and returned to the farm as quickly as possible.

The sun had already set at this time, and the wild grass all over the farm was covered with a layer of warm golden light. When the wind blew, it looked like waves, rolling and sparkling.

Snape saw two figures at the door of the cabin from afar and involuntarily quickened his pace.

The closer he got, the faster his heart beat.

Today he confirmed something that had puzzled him for a long time, and he especially wanted to hug Ases.

But the Potions Master's simple wish was doomed to fail.

The two figures who had been motionless not far away suddenly moved. Snape watched as Athis grabbed the man's hand and gestured on his body, then punched him.

Snape: "!"

"What are you doing!"

The Potions Master appeared next to the two men almost instantly and firmly grabbed the fist that was about to strike for the second time.

"Sif!"