HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore quickly took Grindelwald and ran away, leaving only the words "treat them well".

Sprout pulled one in each hand and ran after him. But before she ran, she remembered to comfort the Potions Master: "Severus, I believe that you can definitely entertain Mr. Cavendish with your ability. We still have classes. We are leaving first. See you tomorrow."

McGonagall took the opportunity to say goodbye: "Goodbye, Severus, have fun."

Flitwick was still thinking about his drinking buddies and wanted to stay for a while, but he was dragged away by the two witches.

In just one minute, everyone in the principal's office ran away, leaving only the Potions Master who was on the verge of rage and the calm boy.

Severus gritted his teeth, wrote down the accounts one by one, and secretly decided to feed Dumbledore's tooth-strengthening potion to the three-headed dog for the next two months.

Guessing that the Potions Master had vented most of his anger, the boy stood up and slowly straightened his cuffs, asking, "Professor Snape, can I call you that? If not, should I call you Sir or Mr. Snape?"

Severus turned his head and said stiffly: "Of course... the last name, Mr. Cavendish, do I need to remind you? These are two different worlds, and you are not studying at Hogwarts."

"Thanks for the reminder, but I can tell the difference." The boy didn't seem to want to discuss this topic. He just passed it by, narrowed his dark eyes, and smiled slightly, "Can you take me to visit Hogwarts?"

Severus cursed Dumbledore a thousand times in his heart for causing him trouble. He could only nod reluctantly and said slowly, "Of course."

The two of them came out of the principal's office together.

Three heads popped up not far away.

At the same time, in another time and space, after a busy day, Ases, who had returned to the cellar and was sitting on the sofa with his lover to revise his thesis, felt a familiar wave.

Without any warning, he raised his head and looked straight at the black curtain.

Snape, who was leaning on his shoulder and trying to concentrate on correcting papers, felt his movement, rubbed his head lazily, and put down his quill: "What's wrong?"

"Remember the feeling of being peeped that I mentioned last time? It's here again, but a little different." Aces kissed Snape's hair and manually helped him sit up straight. "In my perception, the fluctuation of magic is opposite to last time. We can probably see the scene on the other side."

Snape became interested and his eyelids opened completely. He saw the black curtain hanging above the desk at a glance. It was about the size of the desk.

The Potions Master narrowed his eyes and said unkindly, "Don't tell me that this is how we appeared in front of them last time."

"Most likely yes."

Ases's high probability is equivalent to certainty.

Snape was very clear about this. He sneered and said nothing. However, the air pressure in the cellar became lower and lower, and even the sleeping Miss Medusa was awakened by the cold.

Aces didn't care about the Potions Master's sudden outburst of anger. He knew that the anger was not directed at him, but just because he was not angry at him didn't mean he couldn't be appeased.

Ases expertly held the angry black cat in his arms and stroked its fur: "Don't be angry. When have we ever suffered a loss? We will get back what happened last time sooner or later."

Snape was amused by his tone and actions of coaxing a child, and slapped his hand away unhappily: "If you have the energy, why don't you solve all the papers tonight."

Ases didn't answer immediately. He was thinking about something very important.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"You are... unwilling?"