HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces walked up to Snape without waiting for a reply, and couldn't help but sharpen his knife in his heart.

It would be best not to let him know who had pissed off the Potions Master.

On the other side, there was a sudden chill behind the cheerful Santa Claus, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.

He hurriedly looked around to find the source of this bad premonition. Professor McGonagall, who was communicating with the little wizard, was successfully targeted by him.

Snape frowned involuntarily as he watched Artes getting closer and closer, showing no intention of leaving.

"Go about your business."

"I still have a while to make an appointment, don't be in a hurry."

While answering Snape's words, Artes observed his face across the table.

Confirming his unspoken thoughts, Asseth walked around the table and opened his arms.

"I'm not sure about the person I'm going to meet today. Won't Sif give me a lucky hug?"

Snape's mood was interrupted and he glared at Artes angrily. He raised his finger slightly but made no intention to stand up.

Aces didn't mind either, he just leaned down and hugged Snape.

Snape hesitated for a moment, then whispered good luck as Asseth stood up.

"Do not worry."

Aces put on his coat again and quickly disappeared into the cellar.

As soon as he interrupted him, Snape had no intention of paying attention to Dumbledore.

Remembering the potion review and certification mentioned by Asseth before, he turned and rushed into the potion room.

Miss Medusa, who was watching everything, secretly clicked her tongue.

The dean who is so easy to coax must be blind or not awake.

Sleep a little longer...

Miss Medusa decisively closed her eyes.

The next second she collapsed and opened her eyes again.

How can it be! ?

The dean is really so easy to coax...

According to the address that Anna sent before, Asseth stepped in front of a wooden house in the countryside of France.

The wooden house is about three stories high, not very big.

It looks quite exquisite from the outside, with white paint on the spire, interspersed with the color of the original wood, magic patterns on the corners of the walls, and energy surrounding it, which protects the wooden house very well.

Outside the house, the owner also made a small flower garden with wood. The fence of the flower garden is engraved with magic patterns to maintain temperature, and there are also some beautiful patterns. It seems that the owner put a lot of thought into it.

It’s just that these scattered, slightly withered flowers seem to have not been taken care of for many days.

Aces suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked towards the door. The door opened by itself as he approached.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door shook with a harsh sound, and Asseth walked in with a calm expression.

The decoration inside the house is very warm, and flowers can be seen everywhere placed in vases, turning the whole house into a world of flowers.

Aces looked around calmly, and his eyes fell on the brown sofa in the center of the room.

There were two people sitting with their backs to him. Judging from their stature and hair color, one of them was Nico Flamel whom he was going to meet today.

Then the other person is...

Ass's eyes moved to another back figure, which seemed familiar to him inexplicably.

When the two heard the noise, they slowly turned back.

……

"Professor Mellors?"

The brief silence was broken by Aces, who looked at Mellors on the sofa in surprise.

Mellors didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, and greeted Asseth quickly when he saw him still standing.

"Aces, I am no longer your professor. Come on, let's sit down and talk."

Aces sat down on the sofa opposite them, his doubtful eyes still lingering on Melos.

Nico Flamel didn't find a chance to speak just now, but now that he saw Asses sitting down, he winked at the "wood" behind him.

Upon receiving the instruction, the wood split open from both sides, revealing two wooden arms, then a head, and feet.

The wood with legs is no longer called wood. Nico gave it a name before, called "Jack".

Jack walked with almost every step, his wooden legs hitting the wooden floor heavily, stirring up a little dust.

There was such an obvious movement that it was difficult for Asseth not to notice it. He moved his eyes away from Melos and looked at Jack.

"Did you see anything?" Nico pointed at Jack casually, testing Ass.

Nico looked at Fengzhu, who was dying in his old age, but his voice didn't sound like it. Instead, it had the clarity of a young man.

Asses kept guessing in his mind, but his face remained unchanged as he continued to talk.

"An alchemical crop composed of a series of magic patterns. It seems to have some power that does not belong to the magic patterns."

"And he should be alive."

Aces looked at the energy flowing in Jack's body, his pupils shrank, but his tone remained calm.

What he said was basically accurate. Although it was only a rough statement, he could see through the details at a glance, and he hadn't even started yet. This was enough to illustrate Assis's background in alchemy. Nico nodded with satisfaction.

"I forgot to ask you before. Did you succeed in what you wrote to ask about last time?"

What Nico was talking about was the pure white space that isolated the magic power. Asseth thought about it, nodded and shook his head.

“What may be a success for me may not be a success for you.”

What Aces himself wanted was to isolate magic power without touching "authority", so it was considered successful, but Nico's previous framework and suggestions were to isolate all energy.

It is difficult for him to decide whether he will succeed or not.

Nico was thoughtful, looking at the calmness on Ass's face, and nodded slowly.

"It's good for you to succeed. Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. You can chat."

Nico stood up shakily.

It was also at this time that Asseth felt that the old man in front of him had the feeling of a frail old man.

He quickly stood up and helped him.

Nico glanced at Asseth and did not refuse.

She put her hand on his arm and used his strength to walk up the stairs tremblingly.

Halfway there, he patted Ass's hand and signaled that it was okay.

Is it really possible?

Asseth let go of his hand doubtfully, his gaze always falling on Nico's bony arm.

I always feel that this arm will break if I bend it lightly. If I drop it, the whole person will probably fall apart.

The place where Nico asked Asseth to stop was on the second floor of the cabin. The corners and stairs hid their figures. The scene above could not be seen from below, and the scene below could not be seen from above.

Nico silently raised his hand and pointed to the vase behind Asseth. Asses looked back and saw a hidden magic pattern hidden on the mouth of the bottle.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, activating the magic pattern.

Soon, a small soundproof cover wrapped around Nico and Aces, and the edges spread around to seal off the surrounding area.

"I have corresponded with you for a while, and coupled with what I just said, I know that you are a very determined child..."

Nico said something and took a breath.

"I'm also very opinionated, so I don't plan to tell you too much. You may have guessed a little."

"But I'm telling you, living forever...immortality is not a good thing."