HP: Embrace the Darkness

The two Bulgarian officials regretted the teasing just now. They were only targeting Fudge at first, but Asses happened to bump into him.

They won't be beaten, right?

Artes didn't pay attention to these glances, and gave Gavin a look, asking him to take the person away.

After receiving the order, Gavin grabbed little Barty with one hand and dragged him towards the door.

The rest of the group followed him and left.

"Wait a minute." Fudge called Gavin and looked at Artes hesitantly, with a troubled face, "They should be imprisoned in Azkaban."

Aces frowned slightly, stood up and walked over.

The wounds on these people were very obvious. After a few glances, they could tell that they were gunshot wounds. The injuries were mostly in the abdomen or chest, and the amount of bleeding was huge.

He raised his foot and stepped on the abdomen of one of them with the toe of his shoe.

Blood dripped down the side of the shoe and soon formed a small puddle on the ground.

Asseth retracted his feet and turned to look at Fudge, "Did you see that? Minister Fudge."

"...Huh?" Fudge was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Asseth meant.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Asseth smiled gently and explained patiently.

"They were fatally injured and won't live long. How can you bear to put dying people in Azkaban to suffer?"

The words spoken in such a gentle tone made people shudder, and the coldness in the words was like a thousand snakes wrapped around each other, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Fudge swallowed, took a step back unconsciously, and looked at Asseth with a hint of shock and fear in his eyes.

Seeing this, the German Minister of Magic came out to smooth things over, but in fact he was sidetracking.

"Since the person was captured by the Cavendish family master's men, it doesn't bother the second master. There is no need to go to the trouble of imprisoning him in Azkaban."

Fudge, unable to say anything against it under the gaze of several people, could only watch Gavin take away all the people he caught.

The leader, Little Barty, was caught, and the situation gradually calmed down, and the noise outside gradually became smaller.

Perhaps because he felt embarrassed, Fudge did not stay in the box, but chose to go out and take charge of the overall situation.

As soon as he left, the Bulgarian officials followed him, followed by others.

Only Lucius, Draco, Snape, and Artes were wiping their hands in the box.

When Gavin was leading people away just now, the splash of blood happened to fall on Asseth's hand, but it made him so sick that his handkerchief almost wiped it off.

Witnessing Artes casually stepping on other people's wounds, Fudge, who remained expressionless, was speechless. Lucius and Draco had different expressions.

The well-hidden fear once again appeared in the depths of Lucius's pupils, and he silently increased the danger level of Artes in his heart.

Draco's eyes flickered, a little shivering and a little adoring.

His brother is so majestic, but also so scary.

Lucius took a deep look at Asseth and pulled his silly son away who was still thinking about moving forward, leaving the two of them in the box.

After everyone had left, Snape reached out and pulled the handkerchief off Artes' hand, stopping him from continuing to wipe his hands.

"I'm assuming you still want the hand."

The hand that was originally as smooth as jade had begun to show red marks under Asses' ruthless ravage. He lowered his eyebrows and stared at the back of his hand, obviously not feeling enough.

Aces's mysophobia is actually not that serious. It's just that after being tortured by continuous nightmares, he became particularly sensitive to red blood stains.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to see blood, but he really doesn’t like it on himself.

He still remembered how in the dream he fell into a pool of blood and picked up Snape, surrounded by Snape's blood, and his body was covered in blood.

Blood--

The sky is filled with red.

Aces lowered his head, his long hair falling down to block the expression on his face, and red bloodshot eyes began to spread in all directions.

Snape frowned and waited for a while. Seeing that Artes was still staring at his hand, he said coldly: "Stretch out your hand."

Artes subconsciously extended his hand according to Snape's words, and then Snape grabbed it and wiped it with the clean side of the handkerchief.

The potion master wiped it carelessly. He didn't wipe the red mark at all. Instead, he wiped the area around the red mark again, as if it was just a symbolic sign that it was clean after being wiped.

But it worked for Asseth.

"Sev, there's more."

He raised his head and naturally changed the angle of his hands, waiting expectantly for Snape to wipe his hands.

Snape paused for a moment, then wiped him.

However, before Asseth could change his angle for the third time, he narrowed his eyes in a threatening manner, "It's only three things."

Well, there are only three things to do.

Aces put his hand away regretfully.

"...Did you know something would happen in advance?" Snape suddenly asked as he handed the handkerchief back to Artes.

"Well, I know a little bit, but I don't know that anyone else is involved in this matter."

Aces was as candid as ever.

Snape pursed his lips, "He's back?"

"No, he doesn't dare to find Lucius or you, which means that he is in a very bad state now and is not sure to control you. Maybe he is possessed by Quirrell now just like he was then."

Quirrell...

Snape's brows instantly tightened.

"Let's go, we should go back." Artes interrupted Snape's contemplation, "Fudge has to think about the rest."

"You said reach out..."

Aces sighed, looked at Snape for a while, and then gave him an answer.

"They are the Schaff family in the German magic world. They are good at curses. I don't know how much they have contributed to this matter. It will be almost done after Gavin has finished the investigation."

"There is no need to worry that they will continue to interfere. I am in the UK and cannot go back, but my parents, maternal grandparents and grandparents are all in Germany. After they find out, they will never let the Schaaf family reach out again."

"If they are still stubborn and want to get a return on Voldemort's investment, then they must be prepared to disappear completely from the German wizarding world."

"Are you relieved now, my Potions Master?"

Aces tilted his head slightly, his long fallen hair hooked onto Snape's hand, and there was a clear smile in his eyes.

Being indulged by Artes to get the news he wanted to know, Snape was in a good mood and would not care about this peacock for the time being.

He smoothed a handful of his long hair, stood up, and looked down at Asseth.

"I hope you still remember who brought up the idea of ​​leaving."

"I mentioned it, let's go home."

Spider End Alley.

Snape leaned on the back of the sofa, flipping through a book in his hand.

While reading, he stared at the man with his peripheral vision at the man who said he was going home, but followed him back to Spider End Alley.