HP: Embrace the Darkness

The next day was very rare. There was neither alchemy class nor potion class, which greatly facilitated Ass's travel.

He first dragged his tired body and changed his clothes, then wrote a letter to postpone his meeting with Nicolas Flamel.

"Nina."

The house elf Nina appeared excitedly, "Master Asseth, I'm here. Do you need me to complete any tasks?"

Nina said happily, seeing the tiredness on Ass's face, she immediately put away her smile with worry.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. Please help me send this letter to my mother."

Asses handed Nina a letter, gave instructions very quickly, and took out some live animals.

"Then take these to the cellar. Remember not to disturb Sif in the potion room. Just place them on the cabinet outside and leave. Miss Medusa will tell him."

Nina couldn't hide her worry and took the envelope.

"Master, you look really bad. It was Nina who betrayed the trust of the master and his wife and failed to take good care of you."

Hearing the worry in Nina's words, Asseth softened his eyes and forced a smile.

"It's none of your business. I didn't sleep well last night. By the way, don't tell anyone, including my father and mother, that I didn't sleep well."

"Okay, young master, then the young master must pay attention to his rest!" Nina warned Asseth worriedly.

When Asseth nodded, she snapped her fingers and disappeared into the study.

"Pay attention to rest...it may be difficult."

A sigh lingered in the study.

After taking care of everything, Artes quietly left Hogwarts and went straight to Diagon Alley.

It was still early, and only a few people were walking through Diagon Alley.

Artes walked openly in Diagon Alley. Before leaving Hogwarts, he used a potion to cover up his true appearance. He used Albert's appearance so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

Walking out of Diagon Alley, Artes ignored his previous habit of not using magic with Muggles and began to disapparate directly.

In the early morning in London, few cars passed by, and people who got up early to go to work walked under the slightly bright sky. Everyone was in a hurry, and no one noticed the mysterious man who appeared and disappeared on the dim street corner.

After several apparitions, Artes came to a cold street. In the center of the street, he found the place he was going to come to - a private psychological clinic.

He had previously asked people to investigate most of the psychological clinics in London, and this was the most authoritative and private clinic he selected.

It was still early and the clinic was dark.

Aces walked to the cafe opposite that had just opened, ordered a cup of coffee and sat in front of the window to wait.

Don't forget to put a confusion spell on yourself to avoid being disturbed.

As time went by, the sun slowly showed its light, and there were more and more people on the street. The sound of traffic and cars made Ass's tense body relax a little.

Not long after, several well-dressed men came to the clinic and opened the door. Several more people came from behind.

Soon, the business lights came on inside the clinic.

Aces took a sip of coffee, and the bitter taste calmed him down a lot.

Then he put down the coffee and slowly and elegantly smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes with his hands.

Before coming out, he changed into a silk suit. Silk was fine, but it wrinkled easily.

Aces thought aimlessly, then realized that his thoughts were going astray, and sneered for a moment.

It turns out that he will be nervous too.

After laughing, he stood up and walked to the clinic opposite.

"Hello, sir, do you have an appointment?" asked the well-dressed nurse at the front desk.

"No, but I am a member here."

This is a membership-only private clinic, and when Asses knew this, he asked people to join the membership.

When she heard that she was a member, the smile on the nurse's face became even more real. Membership in their clinic is not cheap.

"Okay, sir, please follow me."

The nurse walked out of the front desk and showed Ass the way with some attentiveness.

Aces followed her and walked to a consultation room. The nurse opened the door, called the doctor inside and left.

"Sir, according to regulations, the only person who can know your condition is your doctor. You can just go in."

Aces nodded and walked into the consultation room alone.

The nurse looked at the door of the consultation room closed and sighed, "What a pity. You are young and quite handsome. How come you have such a disease?"

After the nurse finished sighing, she went back to the front desk.

This was the first time someone came to their clinic so early, and she hadn't even finished the magazine she had just been reading.

Asses spent a long time in the consultation room.

The nurse at the front desk read one magazine after another and received one patient after another. The door of Assis's consultation room was still closed.

Now the nurse became more curious and took a look at the consultation room from time to time.

Near noon, the closed door of the consultation room finally opened.

Aces came out with a pile of medicine and a diagnosis sheet. The doctor inside couldn't help but shake his head.

"What a strange patient. He looks so dignified but he has such severe PTSD. I don't know how he got it."

The sun outside was very warm, but Assei felt bored walking in the sun.

He himself had studied psychology and had already guessed about his situation, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Post-traumatic stress disorder is a mental disorder caused by a traumatic event.

He hid some information about the magical world and changed his story to accept a doctor's test. The test result was chronic PTSD.

His condition was very serious, and he was already out of control when he first got sick. The doctor recommended that he be hospitalized for observation for a period of time, stay away from sources of stimulation, and avoid harming himself and others.

But Asses refused.

It was impossible for him to leave the wizarding world and stay in a Muggle clinic for a long time, nor could he leave Snape alone in Hogwarts.

The doctor couldn't do anything to him or change his mind. He could only prescribe some medicine and ask him to avoid things that could irritate him.

It's a pity that those medicines appeared neatly in the trash can after Asseth went out and turned a corner.

Aces understands his own situation better than the doctor, and the nightmares caused by PTSD are related to the prophecy.

In a way that may be a way of presenting the prophecy, it definitely doesn't end that simply.

He couldn't guarantee whether this medicine would interfere with nightmares and interrupt the prophecy, and he didn't intend to gamble on this possibility.

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, Aces never had a good night's sleep from that day on.