HP: Embrace the Darkness

He glanced at the sky and whispered to Cloris and Antonio.

"I'll take Draco back first. As for Estella, remember to put a necklace on it when you go back. That person was driven away by me and won't be back in a short time, but we have to guard against him."

Cloris nodded seriously, with the remaining anger still in his eyes.

Aces knew that if they went back, Estela might get a beating, but he didn't persuade her.

Estela's behavior today cannot be justified without being beaten.

"You remember to pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, Asseth, we will pay attention."

Thinking of Draco's words just now, Artes asked: "Are there any injured unicorns?"

"The child is fine. Cynthia found out in time and led us to beat the man away. The injured child was also cured."

Antonio took a step forward and explained to Assis while snorting.

Aces then left with Draco relieved.

After settling Draco down and staying alone in the dormitory, Asseth finally had time to think about what Voldemort was targeting the unicorn this time.

When they fought just now, he already knew that the person facing him was Quirrell, but not quite Quirrell.

Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort's aura and magic power are particularly obvious on his body.

Since he was reduced to forcing Quirrell to suck the blood of unicorns, Voldemort's situation should be bad to a certain extent.

Asseth thoughtfully wrote and drew on the parchment, listing out the information he knew and making inferences bit by bit.

If he fails to be exposed this time, he probably won't take the risk to hunt unicorns next time, because Voldemort is too weak and cannot withstand any risks.

It is precisely because of this that he will still find ways to recover himself. As for how to recover?

The quill paused, and then slowly wrote an answer.

The Professor's Potion.

This may cause the nib to hang temporarily and the ink to smudge out as a dot on the parchment.

He didn't want Snape to come into contact with this Voldemort.

Because he didn't know whether Voldemort in Quirrell was the main soul. If it was the main soul and he failed to kill this soul, then...

But there are still so many students in Hogwarts, if...

Troubling thoughts swirled in his mind, simulating various situations, and finally the tip of his pen gently circled a sentence: Voldemort cannot be forced.

After making a plan, Asses felt a lot more relaxed.

The next day, Hogwarts was still peaceful. The accident in the Forbidden Forest last night did not cause any waves and nothing changed.

Except Draco.

In the morning, as soon as Potions class ended, Draco changed his previous elegance and left the teaching classroom quickly, as fast as if someone was chasing him from behind.

Goyle and Crabbe packed their things and followed closely behind him.

It's a pity that Draco is faster and someone is faster.

"Malfoy."

Draco turned a deaf ear and kept walking.

The footsteps behind him quickened.

Without thinking, he also quickened his pace, trying to get rid of the person as quickly as possible.

"Malfoy, wait for me, let's talk."

Draco continued to act like he couldn't hear him and kept walking.

However, the footsteps behind him kept lingering, which annoyed Draco to the point of casting a curse on him.

"Have you had enough? Can you stay away from me?"

Finally, Draco stopped impatiently and looked at Harry who was following him.

"Of course, as long as you tell me, who was the man in black robe who appeared behind in the Forbidden Forest that day?"

Draco gritted his teeth: "I told you, I don't know him, I don't know!"

"But you didn't act like you didn't know him at that time, and although I didn't hear it clearly, you seemed to have called him by his name?"

"Are you deaf? I shouted the unicorn's name."

"Then can you tell me why you know unicorns?"

"This is my private matter, what does it have to do with you?"

"I just think that the man in black robe also seems to know the unicorn, and the unicorn may have clues about him."

Draco took a deep breath.

Don't be angry, you can't be angry with this fool-like savior, he is an elegant nobleman.

After repeating it silently three times in his mind, he calmed down: "Why are you looking for that man in black robe?"

"He didn't hurt you."

Harry was stunned for a moment and waved his hands quickly.

"That's not what I meant. I came to him because of the first man in black robe."

Draco looked like are you kidding me.

Harry quickly went on to explain: "Because when the first man in black robe appeared, my scar was very painful, and we suspected that he was that person."

Draco's heart tightened, and he calmed down again when he thought of how easily Artes had defeated the man in black robes, and then listened to the savior's explanation.

"And for the second man in black robe to appear so timely, he must have something to do with that person. He is still so strong, so we want to team up with him to deal with that person."

Screw aristocratic elegance, no need for this stupid savior.

Draco looked at Harry with a blank expression.

"Why do you think that everyone should help you unconditionally? Tell me why? Or are you just saying that you are the savior?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"What is not, what is not, let me ask you, do you dare to say that you have no intention of taking advantage?"

Harry was speechless. Now that he thought about it, they seemed to have this intention, but in front of Draco, he couldn't admit it. It would make them look arrogant.

He tried to struggle, "I'm not trying to take advantage. I will ask for his opinion. If he doesn't agree, I won't do anything."

Draco sneered at his sophistry, "He has no obligation to do anything for you. If you want protection, I suggest you go to Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Also, I'm warning you, don't come to me again in the future. We have nothing to say. Don't act as if we are familiar with each other."

Draco crossed his chest and took two steps back as if to avoid suspicion.

He had just received a warning, so don't be misunderstood by Artes again.

The little peacock praised himself for his wit, and then decisively disappeared in front of Harry.

Watching his retreating back, Harry felt depressed.

A red-haired head popped up from the side.

"Look, I'm just saying, he's not going to tell us anything."

"You can't count on a Malfoy."

Ron stood beside Harry and persuaded him earnestly.

"We shouldn't pay attention to that Malfoy now. We have to find out who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Hermione, who was also standing next to Harry, disagreed with his statement.

"Don't we know we're looking for the thief who stole the Philosopher's Stone?"

"But we don't have any clues. We can only start with Harry's scar."

"you!"

The two had different opinions and were about to quarrel again, and Harry between them was helpless to persuade them.

What Draco didn't know about their quarrel was that he was now facing something more terrifying than being discovered by Professor McGonagall during a night out.

"Dean!?"

(The next chapter is an extra chapter, if you need it, you can skip it and eat with confidence)