HP: Embrace the Darkness

Chapter 162 The little white tiger grows up

"If your brain, which is corrupted by desserts, cannot speak, I suggest that our great principal can start from the first grade again."

"I promise, as the Potions Master, I will be happy to teach you how to talk harmoniously with others."

There were so many twists and turns in his words that Dumbledore accidentally choked on the braised beans he was chewing.

The old man hurriedly took the pumpkin juice and poured it into his mouth. He didn't put down the cup until the all-flavored beans were washed down his throat.

It scared him to death, he was an old man, and this almost killed him.

Dumbledore slapped his chest in horror, and it took him a while to think of Snape.

The old man's kind expression was a bit hard to explain, "Severus, is there a possibility that you can't teach this?"

Hearing this, Snape glared at Dumbledore with a cold gaze, making him cover his all-flavored beans in shock.

This is the only spiritual food he has left. If it is taken away, he will not be able to survive.

Fortunately, Snape had no such thoughts and just looked at him coldly.

"What are you doing to me? If I remember correctly, nothing happened to that stupid and arrogant Potter?"

"That's right. With the greatest white magician escorting us, how can we be in danger?"

In his usual sarcastic tone, Dumbledore quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the Potions Master mocked him, he wouldn't snatch his multi-flavor beans.

"It's okay, it's okay, Harry is fine."

Dumbledore quickly changed the topic, fearing that his remaining food reserves would disappear.

"Severus, Mr. Cavendish has taken leave recently?"

"Yes, he had an accident."

Snape did not deny it, he had no doubt about the old man's control over Hogwarts.

It might be fine for a short period of time, but if he didn't show up for such a long time, even he couldn't hide it.

"Oh? What kind of accident did he have?"

The old man curiously opened a braised bean and threw it into his mouth.

"He's learning Animagus and can't change back for the time being. I'm giving him medicine."

Snape calmly told part of the truth, his lowered eyelashes covering up the empty space inside.

"No wonder, Animagus is indeed dangerous. His father even wrote a letter to inform him, hoping that we would lend a helping hand when necessary."

Snape nodded slightly, and Dumbledore noticed this action.

"Since the child is willing, then Severus, make a potion for him and make sure he changes back."

Dumbledore gave Snape instructions with a serious face.

"By the way, it seems that the day that child made a mistake happened to be the day that Harry was injured?"

"...Yes, when you came to find me, I had just picked him up from the Forbidden Forest."

That's it.

Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard with a kind look on his face.

"In that case, it's up to you, Severus."

"I am the Head of Slytherin."

Snape stood up with no expression on his face. The black robe behind him drew a graceful arc, and the looming runes on it attracted Dumbledore's attention.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and behind his half-moon glasses, his eyes were calm and relieved.

"That's fine. Severus won't feel so uncomfortable, and Cavendish won't be on the opposite side. Let's maintain such a barely harmonious relationship."

Dumbledore muttered.

In a picture frame behind him, a headmaster from Slytherin looked disdainfully at Dumbledore below.

Stupid old bee, what is reluctant harmony? Those two are both Slytherins. Such behavior can be said to be a life-threatening friendship.

You are still barely harmonious, I think you look like a big fool.

After years of living in Slytherin and his own personal experience, the headmaster of Slytherin obviously understood Slytherin better, but he did not remind Dumbledore.

Not only him, but all the principals from Slytherin looked at him indifferently and misunderstood.

To a certain extent, Slytherin was indeed united.

Ok?

It didn't seem like this was why he came to Severus in the first place, right? This is just in passing, but what he wants to ask hasn't been asked yet?

Dumbledore's eyes widened, remembering the topic that the Potions Master had calmly moved away from, and he was so curious that he wished he could catch the Potions Master now and continue to question him.

He was about to make a move, he was ready to go, but he saw that there were not many braised beans left.

Forget it, it’s better not to delve too much into other people’s private affairs.

Dumbledore picked up the multi-flavor beans with satisfaction and ate them with relish.

On the other side of the cellar, the little white tiger was sleeping soundly in the Potions Master's bedroom, snoring constantly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and deep, he sat up gracefully and looked around.

Then he went out and patrolled around again, but when he saw that there was still no one there, the little white tiger showed human doubts on his face.

Then he seemed to feel something, so he returned to the bedroom, lay down and felt it carefully.

soon.

The little white tiger closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep. His body began to lengthen and change in his sleep.

No one knew about this little episode, and when Snape came back, he only noticed that the little white tiger had grown in size.

The potion master looked at the white tiger who occupied almost half of his bed in confusion. He raised the wand in his hand and threw a checking spell at it.

The result of the inspection is still the same, the magic power is chaotic.

Isn't it recovery?

Snape frowned and looked at the white tiger. Under his gaze, the white tiger's tall figure stretched again, and this time it really occupied half of his bed.

Before he could examine it carefully, the white tiger lazily opened his eyes. His tail swayed and hit the bed hard, shaking up his fallen white hair. After the white hair fell, it was shaken up again, one after another.

The half-closed pupils were emotionless, flashing with cold murderous intent, fierce and greedy.

Unreserved murderous intent instantly filled the bedroom, biting and cold.

Snape's breath hitched, and the hand holding the wand began to sweat, rubbing the wand wetly.

At this distance, if the white tiger pounced on him, he would definitely die, and the magic spell was far less effective on Animagus than on ordinary tigers.

In other words, if Bai Hu wanted to kill him, he would not be able to escape death unless he killed Bai Hu with a life-killing curse immediately.

But, the life-killing curse...

Snape's hands began to tremble slightly, so much that he could hardly hold his wand steady.

"Aces..."

Snape's voice was dry, with an imperceptible tremor.

When the white tiger heard this, he raised his huge head and looked directly at Snape.

The hand holding the wand tightened and loosened, then loosened and tightened, and finally it was still tightly clenched. The veins on the back of the pale hand were beating, and there was an unusual sense of beauty.

Unexpectedly, the white tiger didn't make any move, and even his eyes began to soften, as if he sensed Snape's fear, and he purred soothingly.

Snape reacted quickly and looked at the white tiger's eyes carefully.

Without the calmness and rationality of a human being, he still has the ignorance and wildness of an animal, but there seems to be something surging in that wildness.

He did not regain his senses, but relied on his instinct to suppress the beastly nature to comfort him.

Realizing this, and thinking about what he had just thought, Snape couldn't help his heart trembling and feeling sour.

How difficult it is to control a tiger's beastly instincts. He has seen it in the little white tiger, and he has never been able to suppress his instincts.

At the same time, he was also very sure that the white tiger was still a white tiger, not... Then how did he do it...

Snape froze in place, looking up and down at the white tiger.

Then, he slowly approached the bed.

Bai Hu still didn't move, quietly waiting for his move.