HP: Embrace the Darkness

The coming-of-age ceremonies for the two family members are grand and must be held in their respective old homes.

Aces is no exception.

So no matter what their attitude is, the Duke and Anna will not let Ass have any regrets about his twenty-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.

Now both families have a very good attitude towards Assis.

Gifts are sent out every year just like in competitions. The wealth of Ases' private treasury is inseparable from them.

But this is also why coming-of-age ceremonies are difficult to do.

Neither family was willing to give up the rights to hold Ases' coming-of-age ceremony.

Both sides held their own opinions and argued endlessly.

The Duke and Anna looked at each other with despair in their eyes.

It seems as if I have seen their tragic road to reconciliation and scolding after they returned.

"Son, take care of yourself."

The Duke and Anna hugged Asseth and spoke in his ear.

Asseth also hugged them back and said sincerely:

"Father and mother, you too, please take care."

He would never forget the scene when he was a child and was buried in shouting letters from his parents in Germany.

He sincerely prayed that his parents would not be scolded to death, although this was unlikely.

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Time passed quickly, and Artes traveled back and forth between the magical world and the Muggle world.

Finally, one day before the end of the Christmas holiday, I took over all the affairs.

The continuous heavy snow just stopped that day, leaving Hogwarts covered in snow and busy Artes.

After taking over all the affairs, Asseth realized that his previous workload had been streamlined, and there were only affairs in the wizarding world, not the Muggle world.

And the intrigues in the Muggle world are no worse than those in the British Ministry of Magic.

This is the last day of vacation.

It was getting late, and Artes was walking on the way back to Hogwarts Castle.

There is a slight sweet smell of perfume and alcohol left behind wherever you pass.

He had just come down from a dinner party given by the Grand Duke.

The Grand Duke was cunning and cunning, and he couldn't get enough of him.

After learning about the decentralization of power by the Duke of Devonshire, he couldn't wait to catch the weak persimmon.

No, as soon as the Duke and the two left, he hurriedly held a social banquet that was comparable to the Hongmen Banquet and prepared to go on a killing spree.

But his plan failed.

Aces is not the soft persimmon he expected, but a sharp young tiger.

At the banquet, he smiled and showed his fangs. He turned against the guest and took away many things in his hand, including two supporters and several parliamentary companions.

At the end of the game, the archduke lost his wife and troops, and hated Assé so much that when he finally sent Ass off, he couldn't hold back the ferocious smile on his face.

After getting the benefits, Asses didn't argue with him. He just made a note in his mind that it would not be that easy to get out of the next banquet.

At the end of the banquet, the smell of alcohol on Asseth's body was like the smoke of this invisible war, lingering around the host, silently announcing the intensity of the war.

Aces smelled it but didn't bother to care.

There weren't many people in Hogwarts late at night, so there wasn't much to worry about.

Aces's ability to drink was not bad, but he did drink too much, and he could only walk steadily with a cane.

Hongmen Banquet Hongmen Banquet, Hongmen Banquet for him alone.

Aces scoffed.

No matter the Hongmen Banquet, he will never be the one who falls.

Most of the wine at tonight's banquet was the private collection of the unlucky Grand Duke. It was still mellow and strong, but now the alcohol was gradually rising, corroding the brain.

My brain is not very clear, and I am not very obedient. My body, after being tired for several days, wants to go back and rest.

But it was rejected by the brain.

The cold wind blowing over the Black Lake can relieve the pain of the brain very well, so the brain chooses to stay by the Black Lake.

After spinning for several days, my brain and body were exhausted beyond control.

Asses didn't bother to pay too much attention to it, so he sat directly on the ground, put his cane aside, leaned on the stone and closed his eyes to relax.

The custom-made tuxedo dress on her body was stained with dust, but it didn't look embarrassed. Instead, because of the owner's casualness, it broke the slightly serious shape and made it look a bit free and easy.

The cold touch of the stone sobered up the chaotic brain.

The wind by the black lake is very comfortable. When you are enjoying yourself, the sound of green grass being crushed comes with the wind, and with the wind comes the bitter fragrance of medicine.

After drinking, my brain worked slowly, and I couldn't react to the familiar smell for a while. Instead, my vigilance took over.

"Who?"

He opened his eyes and shouted sharply, his voice still hoarse after drinking.

Snape stood behind the tree and looked at Artes who was leaning on the stone.

He could smell the alcohol on his body even from such a distance. How much had this man drunk?

"I take it that Mr. Asseth has not forgotten his current identity?"

"It's Sif."

Aces lowered his raised hand and waved gently to Snape, "I haven't forgotten, what's wrong?"

Does this person still have the nerve to ask?

Snape was about to be laughed at by Artes. He violated multiple school rules by hanging out and drinking at night. How could this be called forgetting?

When the Potions Master is angry, the air pressure around his body will decrease to a certain fixed level.

This was discovered by Asseth accidentally.

Relying on this discovery, he followed Snape countless times.

It was the same this time, he realized it as soon as Snape got angry, and even his groggy brain cleared up a little.

He leaned on the stone and looked up at Snape in the distance, "Sev? Are you angry?"

Snape walked out from behind the tree with a dark face and stopped about ten steps away from Artes.

The distance between the two was too far, and Asses didn't like it.

He stood up, leaning on his cane, and walked over to Snape.

He took two steps and then stopped, waving his hands to clean away the smell of alcohol on his body.

After making sure he didn't smell of alcohol, he approached again, "Don't like the smell of alcohol?"

He noticed it just now.

The closer he got, the tighter the Potion Master's eyebrows knitted together. In the end, it was almost like seeing those lions randomly placing ingredients with their eyes closed.

"I'm assuming... your nose still works?"

"Or is it that your nose will selectively smell the smell, and you won't be able to smell the intensity of your own smell."

"Sev, actually you can just ask me how much I drank."

Aces chuckled, tentatively took Snape's hand, and took off the gloves when he saw that he didn't object.

"I don't remember how much I drank, and there was nothing I could do about them coming at them."

That is to say, the Grand Duke who suffered a big loss at the banquet and the nobles who were forced to sit down were not there.

Otherwise, I would have to beat Ass with a sack for telling lies.

Who is the menacing one? Is it them?

Is it really them?

Snape's eyebrows turned cold.

"If you are so stupid that you can't even use a wand, then I can only regret to say that you are no different from those stupid Muggles."

"Sev, you are trying to persuade me to violate——"

Arthur's words were lost in Snape's raised eyebrows.

He forgot that in Snape's eyes he was an adult and the traces should disappear.

"You can't use magic. It's a family rule that in the Muggle world, you can't use magic except in life and death crises."

Aces came closer and explained to Snape in a low voice.

The smell of alcohol and heat blew in his ears, and Snape moved away uncomfortably.

Duke Cavendish is the Duke of Muggles. No matter what the reason is, they will not use magic privately in the Muggle world.

It was this caution that kept Cavendish special for so many years.

Snape didn't quite understand this approach. He was going to be bullied by the Muggle world without using simple and powerful magic?

"Don't frown, Sif, I didn't suffer."

"It's them who should cry. I guess they won't want to see me for a long time."

Arthas didn't like Snape's frown.

The arrogant and dignified Potions Master should be proud of mocking everyone, instead of frowning for him.

Artes pulled Snape over sadly and sat down where he was just now.

He casually talked about the development of Muggles and interesting things in recent years.

When talking about art, Artes noticed that Snape's eyes were more serious than before.

Later, he focused on art.

Both of them belong to the kind of geniuses who have a wide range of interests, and Artes deliberately followed it.

Snape became more interested in chatting, and would pick up Artes' words from time to time.

The cold moonlight shone down and fell on the two people chatting next to each other, wrapping them in a thin layer of white gauze.

The black lake not far away is black and shiny, like golden and complicated velvet glowing with light, mysterious and contradictory.

Seeing this scene, Asseth turned his head and looked at Snape.

When he saw the Black Lake for the first time that year, he once lamented that the Black Lake was so dark that even the lighting spell couldn't illuminate it.

Now he found out he was wrong.

The Black Lake has always had its own dim light, but no one noticed it.