HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces bounced away and looked carefully at the expression on Ginny's face.

Then he whispered in a low voice: "Barely."

"But psychological suggestion is quite useful."

This was what he discovered the last time he gave Elise a psychological suggestion.

With the blessing of magic, Muggle psychological suggestions are extremely easy to use, and the effect is no worse than the Imperius Curse.

And because psychological suggestion is mainly at work, the inspection spell cannot detect traces of the curse at all, which is better than the soul-stealing curse.

Aces called out to Nina in a low voice and asked her to send Ginny back.

Before Nina left, Asses called to Nina again.

"Be careful when walking around Hogwarts recently. If you hear movement above your head, don't hesitate to leave immediately and don't look at it."

Nina nodded, she didn't know why Asses gave such instructions.

But she knew that Asseth wouldn't do it without aim.

Her young master is super powerful.

Nina hugged Ginny proudly and quickly disappeared in front of Artes.

Aces frowned hesitantly.

Did he just see a puppy wagging its tail?

Shaking his head to get rid of the outrageous fantasy, Asseth left the Room of Requirement and began his busy life again.

The report card sent by Fudge was extremely beautiful. Asses passed two exams with straight O's.

After the exam, the rest of the course was dispensable to him.

For several days, except for potions and spells, he did not attend any other classes.

Because the Duke told Anna and Dumbledore, Dumbledore didn't pay attention when he heard Lockhart's complaint.

He just calmed Lockhart casually and told him not to worry, while he kept stuffing cakes into his mouth.

I have to say that the small cakes brought by Duke Cavendish taste great. You can ask where to buy them next time.

Dumbledore sighed and reluctantly took the last bite of the cake.

Then he looked at Lockhart and asked him why he didn't leave yet.

Lockhart changed his usual frivolity and objected seriously. He believed that Artes had to attend classes every day he was at school.

Dumbledore looked at him carefully and said meaningfully:

"There's nothing I can do about it. If you really want Mr. Cavendish to take your class, you can tell him yourself."

Lockhart froze and smiled.

"Hahahaha, I'm a professor. It's not a good idea to find Mr. Cavendish. What if I put pressure on him?"

"Forget it, since Mr. Cavendish doesn't want to go to class, then let's not go."

After the colorful Lockhart finished speaking, he grabbed his scarf and quickly left the principal's office.

The movement of leaving was faster than that of the Cornish Elf's last lesson. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was running away.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

I started to wonder what Arthas had done to Lockhart and how he could scare him like this.

Aces was wronged. He and Lockhart had never met at all except for the duel club.

The reason why Lockhart is so afraid of Arthas is because of a certain paper ball.

Back in his office, Lockhart carefully opened an ornate-looking box.

There was a crumpled piece of paper lying in the box.

Under Lockhart's worried eyes, a line of words slowly appeared on the paper.

[How about it? ]

Lockhart nervously grasped the corner of the table, knowing the horror of this ball of paper.

"Master, I failed. Dumbledore refused to force Cavendish to go to class. He asked me to find Cavendish myself."

[waste! ]

The ball of paper lit up with a terrifying green light, causing Lockhart to step back in fright.

"Master, give me another chance. I will definitely be able to put something on him this time."

He huddled behind the table and begged.

The light on the paper ball flickered on and off, as if thinking about it, but in the end the green light still didn't come out.

Lockhart looked at it carefully, and then he felt relieved, and then he dared to stand up and read the words on the paper.

[If you fail again, you will die in pain. ]

"Okay... okay, I promise, I promise."

[Take me with you and go now! ]

“good good”

Lockhart responded repeatedly, carefully picking up the paper and putting it into his pocket.

Not daring to stay, he turned around and left the office in a hurry.

As soon as he opened the door, he stepped into a puddle, and the water splashed and stained his trousers, making them stained.

"Damn it!"

Lockhart cursed under his breath, not knowing what he was cursing.

The green light reappeared in his pocket. Lockhart hurriedly closed the door and walked towards the Slytherin common room with his head held high.

The same puddle appeared in the corridor on the third floor, and Harry and Ron were also unlucky.

The difference is that there are more people watching.

Aces didn't expect such a coincidence. He saw water stains there and walked along, just in time to see the unlucky duo.

The position where he stood happened to be in the blind spot of Harry and Ron's field of vision, and neither of them noticed Artes' figure.

Asseth really didn't want to deal with these two people, so he retreated and hid himself completely in the shadows.

The two lingered but did not leave immediately. Harry seemed to notice something and kept talking to Ron.

Aces looked at the water traces in the ground out of boredom, showing an expression of disgust.

Suddenly, I noticed the magic power moving behind me.

His eyes changed, and he waved his hand to cover himself with the Illusion Spell, and his whole body disappeared instantly.

The magic came closer, and the footsteps became clearer. The person coming was Lockhart, who had just come out of the office.

Arthas silently avoided Lockhart's swinging arm, staring intently at his pocket.

He felt the same feeling there as he had faced Voldemort before.

His waist felt warm, and Asseth reached out to the pocket where the Horcrux detection tool was placed, and closed the tool.

The props grew hot as Lockhart walked by.

All this was told to Asseth.

Lockhart carries with him the Horcrux he is looking for.

Deliberately breathing softly, Artes watched Lockhart and the duo meet from the corner of his eye.

Lockhart also felt hot in his waist. He breathed in quietly and tentatively continued walking.

Hotter.

Lockhart now understood what Voldemort meant and stopped to chat with Harry.

My waist is no longer hot.

He felt relieved.

But the next second, the burning sensation came over me, and this time it was still hot.

Lockhart took a breath and began desperately trying to find a topic with Harry, trying to find his master's point.

I said a lot of random things, but the burning sensation in my waist still didn't go away.

Lockhart was on the verge of tears.

If I had known earlier I would not have taken this path.

Aces stood not far away and could clearly see Lockhart's subtle movements.

While talking and waving, his hands always moved his clothes inadvertently.

Arthas guessed that Voldemort must have done something to make Lockhart feel pain.

For no reason, Asseth looked down at his pocket.

He wondered if there was a possibility that Lockhart had been burned just like him.

Arthas looked at Lockhart sympathetically.

Only those who have experienced it know how uncomfortable it feels.

Can't Voldemort understand Lockhart's intelligence? He looks like he has no brains, no matter how hot he is, it won't work.