HP: Embrace the Darkness

In the living room outside, Grindelwald was sitting restlessly on the sofa, glancing towards the stairs.

The black tea in my hand was cold and hot, hot and cold, but there was still no sign of Asseth at the stairs.

Grindelwald couldn't help but count the time, and his heart suddenly felt high.

This was so long that he had a bad feeling.

Grindelwald fidgeted and waited for a while, but still no one came up.

In the castle, it was so quiet that he seemed to be the only one there, even the birds outside the window disappeared without a trace.

In this deathly silence that was like annihilation, Grindelwald finally couldn't wait any longer.

He put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked to the basement.

Quickly walking through the stairs one after another, Grindelwald's steps became faster and faster.

The bad feeling in his heart became more and more serious.

Sure enough, before he even reached the door, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

When Grindelwald himself used this magic circle in his early years, the smell of blood was far less strong. Even in his long life, he had never smelled such a strong smell of blood.

He couldn't imagine how much blood was inside.

Grindelwald's heart sank.

Without any time to think, he pushed open the rickety wooden door.

What he saw was blood all over the ground, and Aces fell silently in the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle was still emitting a faint light, flickering and breaking somewhere between them.

It seems that it failed mid-start.

Grindelwald glanced at the glowing magic circle and then at the empty bottles scattered around Artes, cursing in his mind.

Damn it!

Why did you use magic potion?

Grindelwald quickly ran over, pulled Artes up, and grabbed his hand.

Aces's hands were the same as Snape's, they were both slender and well-jointed.

Now these beautiful hands were covered in flesh and blood, with mottled knife marks running across them, destroying the beauty of the entire hand.

The moment he saw the wound, Grindelwald felt like he couldn't breathe, and even felt that his beating heart was about to stop.

Damn it! How many times did this madman cut him?

He opened his mouth to curse, but saw that Ass's eyes were closed tightly, and the corners of his eyes were faintly moist that had not yet dried up, mixed with the blood on the ground, which was tragic and withered.

All the curse words were stuck in Grindelwald's throat.

In the final analysis, it was him who pulled this child in. Everything that happened to Asseth later, he fell in love with someone he shouldn't love.

It was all something he knew but still chose to let go.

For his Al.

For the greatest good.

Grindelwald's face turned pale, and his skinny hand pressed the wound on Asseth's hand.

The wound was too big, and blood slowly flowed out from the gaps between the fingers, turning the hand covering the wound red.

Grindelwald raised his head and searched around anxiously, his eyes quickly passing over the ground.

He knew that Asseth would not let him die like this, and would definitely leave a way for him and himself.

Sure enough, at the edge of the magic circle, Grindelwald saw a wand that did not belong to him or Artes lying quietly on the ground.

The wand was a little far away, as if it had been thrown out in a hurry and slipped there.

The almost black staff body is almost integrated with the ground.

Grindelwald hurriedly got up and went to get the wand. As soon as he got the wand, he threw spells at Asseth with all his strength.

Under his spell, the hideous scar gradually stopped bleeding and began to heal.

It's just that the wound is too big and deep, and it won't heal for a while.

As soon as Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed that Artes's face was still frighteningly pale, without a trace of blood.

The way he lay quietly was no different from that of a corpse. The rise and fall of his chest was so slight that you couldn't tell it unless you looked carefully.

color?

Grindelwald's eyes widened and he suddenly thought of something. He leaned over to pick up the empty bottles on the ground and smelled them one by one.

He is not particularly good at potions, but he can still barely distinguish the types and effects of potions.

Most of the bottles thrown on the ground originally contained blood-replenishing potions.

Except - the last bottle.

Grindelwald picked up the bottle in disbelief and smelled it again.

It is indeed not a blood-replenishing potion, just an ordinary healing potion.

"Madman! Life-threatening madman!"

"It's crazy!"

Grindelwald cursed loudly.

He never expected that this person would dare to continue bleeding after using up the blood-replenishing potion. He was really risking his life!

Grindelwald counted the empty bottles on the ground, six empty bottles, plus the bottle in his hand that was not a blood-replenishing potion, seven each.

A rough calculation shows that Asseth bled himself at least a dozen times, at least a dozen times!

The last time I didn't even drink the blood-replenishing potion.

After figuring it out, Grindelwald's face was as pale as that of Asseth on the ground.

While he continued to throw magic spells, he helped Asseth up, and his hands kept trying to open his alchemy ring.

He was the only one in Nurmengard, so naturally he wouldn't prepare any potions. He could only see if Asseth had any.

But the ring cannot be opened.

Grindelwald scratched his head in annoyance and looked at the unconscious Artes.

This kid was in a coma due to excessive blood loss, and he didn't know how long he had been in the coma.

Ordinary healing spells won't do anything.

How to do?

Grindelwald's mind was spinning wildly.

Going to Saint-German?

No, no, his identity appears there, and if someone recognizes him, it will be trouble for both of them.

He didn't have Polyjuice Potion either, Arthas might have, but he couldn't open his alchemy ring.

Looking for someone to come over?

No way, Asseth would have died by the time someone came.

It's not possible to send him home. Grindelwald knows that Ass's parents are in Germany now.

Germany was relatively close, but Artes definitely didn't want to appear in front of his parents like this.

How to do?

Grindelwald's mind was spinning wildly, and he suddenly remembered someone.

He had investigated it after seeing the prophecy before.

The youngest Potions Master in Britain - Severus Snape.

He knew his address and was willing to trust Ass's vision.

Grindelwald no longer hesitated, helped Artes up, and put him on his shoulders.

Aces was used to maintaining Muggle fighting training, and he practiced quite well. His tight muscles could be clearly felt through his shirt.

The weight is naturally not much lighter.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, has not exercised much in recent years and is getting older.

This move almost reached Grindelwald's waist.

Grindelwald took a deep breath, and held Artes tightly with his hands, not daring to let go, for fear that he would hit Artes to the ground if he let go.

After taking a few breaths, Grindelwald suddenly remembered that he hadn't bandaged Artes's wound yet.

He looked down and saw Asseth's hands hanging down limply, with blood dripping from them.

He hurriedly put down Asseth, took out his wand and lit it on the potion bottle, turning the potion bottle into a long strip of cloth.

Then wrap this strip of cloth around Ases' hand, wrap the wound and tie it.

After confirming that the wound was tied tightly, Grindelwald waved his wand and levitated Artes.

Lead him to the fireplace.

Grindelwald remembered that he once came to Nurmengard for the convenience of Arthas, and the two of them connected to the floo network in a safe house in Nurmengard and Artese.

If I remember correctly, that safe house was in Diagon Alley.