HP: Embrace the Darkness

The early morning sunlight shines through the observatory window and hits Susanna's fair face.

She opened her eyes drowsily, got up from the bed she had temporarily taken out of the ring last night, and glanced at the two people inside.

After confirming that the two people inside were still sleeping, he lay down again in a daze.

She conveniently added a layer of seal to the door that she had learned in China before.

This time it is more secure, no one will break through the tenth floor.

Suzanne fell asleep satisfied.

Wake up to dawn.

Snape opened his eyes, touched the empty space next to him, and immediately realized that Artes was not there.

He got up to wash up, and when he came outside, he still didn't see Asseth.

"Dean, Artes is out." Miss Medusa observed Snape's face and said to him.

out?

Snape looked at Miss Medusa.

Miss Medusa consciously continued to explain, "Aces said that he needed to go out for some things, and he also said that he left a note on the table."

Note?

Snape walked over to his desk.

Sure enough, there was a note pressed on it.

He picked it up and looked at it.

There are two lines of words written on it: Good morning, Sifu, I am going to meet a friend. I will come back at an uncertain time. You don’t have to wait for me. You have breakfast first.

Snape threw the note back.

"When did I say I had to wait?"

A muggle cafe

Two men were sitting opposite each other at a window seat. The eyes of the ladies around them inadvertently turned to them.

These two people are really eye-catching.

The younger man among them has handsome features and is simply wearing a dark coat and a silk black shirt, casual and noble.

There is also a delicate emerald chain collar pin at the neckline, which adds a bit of mystery to this outfit.

At this time, his long legs were slightly bent, and the well-tailored trousers made his figure even more outstanding, but his expression was not good and he seemed a little absent-minded.

Another older man was wearing a coffee-colored retro striped suit with a vest of the same color underneath and a dark scarf. He looked like a gentleman stepping out of an oil painting.

"Tsk, I am a celebrity after all. Why are you not happy at all when you see me?"

Grindelwald complained dissatisfied that since arriving here, Artes has never given him a good look.

In other words, he was familiar with Asseth. If it were anyone else, he would have been killed long ago.

"If you and Dumbledore were sleeping and I woke you up early in the morning, would you be happy?"

Aces replied angrily.

"You started so quickly?"

Grindelwald became more energetic, sat up straight and looked at Artes up and down, his eyes teasing and gossipy.

Aces took a sip of coffee, and the bitter and mellow taste easily awakened his brain.

He put down the cup and raised his eyes in warning.

"Gellert, put away the random speculations in your mind. We have not reached that point."

No?

Grindelwald didn't know what he was thinking of, and his eyes became even more teasing.

"How about I teach you."

Artes looked at the shameless Grindelwald across the table speechlessly.

All I can say is that I regret leaving Sif so early in the morning and coming out to see Grindelwald.

"What are you thinking about? Don't speculate on him. We just have to sleep in the same bed because of some things."

"...Just sleeping?"

Grindelwald's questioning eyes dropped.

Aces couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the newspaper on the table and threw it over.

"You'd better have trouble with me, Gellert."

"Otherwise, I don't mind letting Dumbledore know that his cookie has escaped from prison. I'm sure he will be happy to take you back."

Grindelwald's expression immediately turned serious.

Just when Artes thought that Grindelwald could say something earth-shattering, Grindelwald expressed his curious opinion.

"Sweetie, me?"

"Why cookie? Did Al tell you that? He said I was his cookie?"

"Sweets sound like something Al would like, so..."

Grindelwald's eyes lit up, and he looked up and met Ass's murderous eyes.

"Ahem, cough...then Asses, I came to you for business."

Finally down to business.

Aces retracted the murderous look in his eyes, leaned back with his coffee, and found a comfortable position for himself.

"What's serious?"

"You..." Grindelwald seemed a little embarrassed, "Can you help me chase Al?"

"Click——"

The cup in Asseth's hand was cracked.

"Or you can help me find a way so that I can see Al every day."

"Click - click -"

The cup completely cracked.

Artes once again realized very clearly that he had made a big mistake in leaving his comfortable bed and Sif to meet Grindelwald.

He shouldn't have come out to waste time with Grindelwald at all! !

Why didn't he accompany Sif during this time?

Grindelwald seemed to sense the overwhelming resentment in Artes, and hurriedly complained before he could speak.

"Aces, you don't know! I don't know what happened in Hogwarts recently. Al has never come to see me, not even once!"

"I wait in Nurmengard every day, but he doesn't come. If he doesn't come, I have no choice but to come find him, but he suddenly doesn't come and doesn't say anything to me. I always feel that he is angry with me. "

"Aces, what do you think?"

Grindelwald looked at Asseth expectantly, hoping he could give an answer.

Artes held the cup he had just repaired and had the urge to smash the cup and the coffee inside into Grindelwald's face.

He was not Dumbledore, how could he possibly know whether Dumbledore was angry?

"I have no idea."

Aces gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence.

"That's it..."

Grindelwald was very disappointed, but quickly recovered and continued to look at Asseth expectantly.

"Then can you tell me how to stop him from being angry with me?"

Artes took a few deep breaths and said, "Have you asked Dumbledore?"

"What?" Grindelwald asked in confusion, somewhat confused as to what Artes was asking.

Artes repeated patiently, "What I mean is, have you ever asked Dumbledore why he didn't come to find you? Is it because he was angry? If so, why was he angry?"

"Didn't you ask him about this?"

"I still have to ask..." Grindelwald smiled sarcastically, "I haven't even asked."

"What about you before? Was it like this too?" Asseth's eyes were strange. He seemed to understand the reason why these two people couldn't go on.

"Maybe about the same?" Grindelwald's voice became smaller and smaller.

Aces was speechless. Aren't their mouths used for talking?

He continued to ask unbelievingly: "Then why did you quarrel before? Did it rely on your thoughts?"

Grindelwald glanced at Artes with a resentful look, "Didn't you see us quarreling?"