HP: Embrace the Darkness

The sky was still a little dark, the wind blew through the clouds, the clouds rolled and relaxed, and a corner of the curled golden light leaked out. A hole was slowly opened in the ink satin, and it gradually became brighter.

It's really pretty. It would look even better if I watch it with someone else.

It's a pity that man is in the cellar now.

Leaning against the wall of the corridor, Artes lazily looked at the sky with half-closed eyes. The elegant and slim-fitting wizard's robe quietly embraced him, showing a bit of indifference for no reason.

"What does Dumbledore want with Sev?"

He had no intention of exploring and just asked casually, not expecting Grindelwald, who had little credibility with Dumbledore, to know the answer.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me."

really.

Aces was not surprised, and he also had a guess about Grindelwald coming out here early in the morning to enjoy the cold wind.

"He doubted you?"

When this was mentioned, Grindelwald felt frustrated.

"Yes, I doubt it."

"Are you guys arguing?"

"No, I haven't argued with him for a long time, but he doesn't believe me."

Grindelwald has been proud all his life, and has always scorned the doubts and curses from the outside world. He feels that they are all brainless idiots, so he might as well kill them all.

Only Dumbledore could keep him helpless.

But Asseth didn't believe that he would be helpless, "He didn't believe in me either, but Sif believed in me."

After stabbing him neither lightly nor harshly, Grindelwald's expression turned dangerous.

"If it weren't for that Karkaroff, Al wouldn't doubt me. Does what I said yesterday count?"

"Do you want to kill him or beat him."

"beat."

Aces became a little more interested.

"You are easily suspected now. Which identity are you going to use to beat him up, you or Bagshot."

"Neither one is suitable, but I think that guy Moody seems to be very unhappy with Karkaroff. Maybe he is more suitable."

Aces cursed secretly, he deserved to be suspected.

He knew it was Moody, but he didn't remind him. He probably did something to help hide it, so he didn't doubt who Dumbledore suspected.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't want to either. I'm tied up here. I finally managed to do something lively. I can't be cut off before it even starts."

"What's more, I'm still a little curious about how that idiot resurrected himself, and I'm also curious about what kind of person Al and I will die at."

After thinking about it, in order to show that he was not too evil, Grindelwald added another sentence.

"This is the future I saw before."

The badness engraved in his bones, the lack of sympathy, the cruelty and ruthlessness, this is Grindelwald.

If it weren't for his concern, the entire magical world wouldn't be enough for him.

Grindelwald was indifferent, and Artes was unwilling to give in. As long as it didn't affect the family's plans and Snape, he didn't bother to care if Grindelwald sided with Voldemort.

"Do as you wish, but don't touch Sif."

He lowered his voice slightly and gave a warning. Guessing that it was almost time, Asseth straightened up and walked back slowly.

Grindelwald didn't stop him.

After getting angry with Asseth, he can safely add fuel to the fire and watch the show.

It was rainy, not only the weather was so, but Harry's mood was too.

He hadn't spoken to Ron in several days, and Hermione was caught in the middle.

Harry didn't understand why Ron was behaving like this, but it was Hermione who explained the reason.

"You said he was jealous of me?"

Harry asked in disbelief. He quickly realized that this was the Potions classroom and quickly lowered his voice.

"Why is this happening?"

Hermione glared at him angrily, "What do you think? Everyone's eyes are on you, and he who is with you is always ignored."

"keep quiet!"

While he was lecturing, Snape frowned in displeasure when he heard a rustling sound, and raised his hand to knock hard on the blackboard.

"If you want to chat, then I allow you to leave this classroom now."

Benedict - Benedict -

At the door of the classroom, a man stands tall and tall.

"What?" Snape asked.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Harry felt that Snape's tone seemed much gentler.

"Mr. Potter needs to do some pre-match preparations."

"Yes." Snape responded, his eyes fell on Harry and he ordered coldly, "Potter pack your things and hand in your potions next class."

He didn't make things difficult and just let him go. Harry still couldn't recover until he left the classroom. He couldn't believe that Snape was so easy to talk to today.

Because of all the previous incidents, Asseth had no intention of talking to Potter.

"We're here, let's go in."

After dutifully sending the person to the door, Artes didn't go any further. Harry wanted to say something more, but his figure had disappeared.

Ten minutes later, after taking pictures and checking the wand, Harry left the room, and Artes' figure appeared, blocking Ollivander at the corner as he was about to leave after checking the wand.

"You? Are you Mr. Cavendish?"

Ollivander obviously still remembered Asseth, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

"I can take another look—"

Before he could finish his words, Asseth skillfully erased his memory and gave him a psychological suggestion.

Ollivander was powerless to resist. The memory of Artes' second wand in his mind had been completely deleted, and he would not be aware of anything strange.

"Mr. Ollivander, are you okay?"

Aces pretended to be concerned, helped the swaying old man, and looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine. Maybe I left in a hurry."

Ollivander didn't feel anything was wrong. He just thought it was a problem with his body. He thanked Artes and left Hogwarts.

After that day, Hogwarts fell into an eerie calm, and nothing else happened.

Everyone seemed to be holding back their energy, waiting for the Triwizard Tournament to break out.

At the same time, Harry's campus life became more and more depressing as he progressed.

The latest issue of the Daily Prophet has been delivered to the auditorium. The report that occupies half of the section has Harry's face printed on it, as well as the name that is constantly being mentioned. No one can ignore it.

His name was too public, and the names of the other three warriors were too low-key, just huddled pitifully in the corner. This caused dissatisfaction among the fans of the other three warriors, and their attitude towards Harry became even more unfriendly.

I don't know when a special trend started to appear - little wizards began to wear special badges.

There are two images on it, one supporting Cedric and one disparaging Harry.

More and more people were wearing this badge, and Harry could always see the repulsive looks of others when he walked on the road.

Hermione stayed with him for days, comforting him but to no avail.

Now she is just glad that she found Asseth before.

With Sirius here, Harry should be able to cheer up, right?