HP: Embrace the Darkness

The door to the principal's office opened, and Artes walked out behind Snape, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

Grindelwald seriously doubted that he had robbed his Al, otherwise he would be smiling so happily.

"Go in, it's your turn."

In a good mood, Artes didn't mind Grindelwald's somewhat hostile and suspicious look, but he was kind enough to send a warning, but the warning was not too subtle.

"Be careful what you say and don't start a fight."

"You just started fighting."

When the two passed by, Grindelwald deliberately bumped Artes hard and didn't bother to reply.

Does Asseth mind this?

No, he doesn't mind at all.

He is now in such a good mood that Harry can agree to meet Sirius and smile when facing Dumbledore, so naturally he won't mind Grindelwald's sour words.

If Snape hadn't been walking forward, he could have even grabbed Grindelwald and talked about life in detail.

"Just say what you say, I'm leaving. I wish you good luck."

After saying that, Artes quickly caught up with Snape, leaving Grindelwald with a hurried back.

"It's worthless."

Grindelwald cursed in disgust, turned around, straightened his clothes, put on a smile, and then opened the door to the principal's office.

"Al."

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Some are happy and some are sad, Artis is happy, and Harry is sad.

He finally escaped the overly enthusiastic little lions and returned to the dormitory, where he saw the bed curtain tightly surrounding the bed, blocking all outside sight.

The red color representing Gryffindor stung his eyes for the first time.

The next morning.

Aces got up early.

This weekend, he didn't have to teach the little wizard, he planned to take care of Prince's assets.

At that time, Prince's house and assets were taken back from the goblins, and the idea was to return them to Snape.

But for a while, he couldn't find a suitable excuse to return the things.

Simply find an agent for these assets, take care of them first, and then return them when you find the opportunity.

The agent he found was Duva, who was previously in charge of the potion funds and was also a member of the Ravens.

The two directly arranged to meet at the door of Prince's house. When Asseth arrived, Dua was already waiting at the door and looking around.

After receiving the land deed, he successively had people come over to clean the place several times.

Although the current house looks old, it is still neat and tidy, and there is no obvious dust on the ground.

"Is this it? Young Master." Upon discovering Asseth's arrival, Dua asked, comparing the drawings in his hand.

Aces nodded and showed Dua around.

After visiting Prince's house, Dua made a large list of plans. Asses glanced at it and saw that the above plan had been completed and repaired.

"Try not to move the things inside. The key is to take care of the assets."

I wrote quickly, paused, and revised.

"it is good."

After arranging everything, Artes returned to Hogwarts lightly.

The sun is shining brightly at noon, and the lush grass is growing happily. There is still dew on it that has not completely evaporated. People passing by will get it on their trousers without paying attention.

Yesterday, the Goblet of Fire selection was still going on, and several young wizards passing by could hear their discussion.

Aces shook his head secretly, knowing full well who the culprit was, but he had no intention of stopping it.

Who would have thought that he would not look for trouble, but trouble would come to him on his own.

"That's the thing. Harry needs an outlet, so we want to contact Sirius. I promise we are just contacting. Professor, can you find him?"

Because of what happened to her friend, the little witch drooped her head and looked unhappy.

It had been a while since Sirius's name appeared in his life, and Artes was in a daze.

At that time, he left the person to Joel and stopped paying attention to him, and he didn't know if Sirius's life was what he liked now.

Can you still maintain your aloof aloofness?

Ace thought for a while and agreed.

"If you can find him, if you contact him...once a week, Nina will send you a letter by the way."

"Nina?" Hermione frowned and asked, "Is it an owl?"

"No, just call her by name when you need it. I will tell her in advance."

"Her? So Nina is a house elf?"

"Yes, what's the problem?" Artes looked at Hermione who was frozen in confusion.

"Even...driving those poor elves? This is wrong."

Artes seemed to understand why Hermione was strange. If he remembered correctly, Hermione was a complete Muggle wizard.

"The definition of right and wrong is in the hands of a few people. If you feel it is wrong, then move up. Only if you stand at a high enough place can you be qualified to define what you say is wrong."

Knowing what was going on, Artes didn't mind mentioning Hermione.

He could see clearly that Hermione was very capable of action. Now that she was aware of this problem, she must have done something to try to change the situation.

But it was absolutely useless, and might even be counterproductive. He knew too well the difference between wizards and Muggles.

Hermione thought thoughtfully, "Is that so?"

A seed has been planted, and when the time is right, it will sprout and grow into a strong tree.

After Hermione left, Artes' smile deepened and he looked at the empty corner.

"Sev?"

Snape came out of the corner, "You do have a strong sense of magic."

"It's natural, there's nothing I can do about it."

Aces came to Snape's side in a few steps and accompanied him to the classroom. Snape did not refuse.

"Do you think highly of that Granger?" Snape asked seemingly unintentionally.

"A casual investment is the best, and it doesn't matter if it fails. I won't lose money, so why should I reject the benefits offered to me?"

Asseth's tone when he said this was very calm, completely different from his usual smiling look.

Sometimes Snape really can't tell which one is the most real him.

With this thought in his mind, he also asked.

"Real me?"

Aces was a little confused, but still answered his question seriously.

"I have never disguised myself in front of you. All you see is me...well, the real me."

"I have to tell you the truest words..." He paused, his smile deepened, and he continued as if teasingly, "That should be when I just woke up in the morning."

The sunshine outside shone in, and Asseth was walking on the side near the window. The sunlight was glaring, and he couldn't see anything else. Only the teasing curve of the corner of his mouth was particularly obvious, and Snape understood what he meant almost instantly.

Damn it!

Why on earth did he ask this question!

This bastard!

The Potions Master suddenly quickened his pace a bit, threw away the flirtatious bastard and left quickly.