HP: Embrace the Darkness

cellar

His slender and powerful fingers twisted a round ornament, which turned out to be the special badge.

Aces played with the badge, and the badge spun around on his fingertips, and he clicked his tongue in praise.

"The alchemy class was pretty good. At least the basic magic pattern structure was used correctly, but I wasn't very proficient and didn't focus on business."

"Sif, do you think I should capture this person and kill him? His talent seems to be good."

"what ever."

Snape didn't care about such things at all. When he heard Asseth's question, he responded as he wished.

"But I don't—huh? Is there anyone?"

The words stopped abruptly.

Snape raised his eyelids and asked with his eyes what was going on.

Aces showed off the ring that glowed with blue light, pressed his fingertips on the side, and the blue light went out.

"Someone found my office. My cousin was guarding the office before, but now that she's gone, I made a simple warning pattern."

"The Triwizard Tournament came to me. I always felt that it was not a good thing. Could he be the savior again?"

The alchemy professor who had previously been enthusiastically discussing how to arrest people and start a small business suddenly became tired of studying... students, and wished that Hogwarts was on vacation now.

"Again? He came to see you?"

"It doesn't count." The alchemy professor who was forced to go to work lowered his eyes miserably, "It's Granger. She wants Potter to communicate with Black. I agreed, once a week."

"That stupid dog...is he still here with you?"

Speaking of this, Asseth became more motivated to take credit, and his sleepy eyes brightened up just now.

"Blake is now in debt of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gold galleons. Until he repays this debt, he has to stay in the manor and repay it with labor."

"There's no way, he's so stupid, it's safer to put him somewhere where he can be seen."

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine...gold Galleons.

This number of gold galleons is beyond the reach of an ordinary wizard in a lifetime. That stupid dog owes so much in one go, and if he can't pay it back, he has to pay it with his own body.

It was miserable, but very comfortable.

The happy potion master felt comfortable all over, and there was a smile in his tone unconsciously.

"You're right, stupid dogs should be locked up to prevent them from biting people everywhere."

Endless malice and schadenfreude appeared on his face at the same time, an expression that should have been unpleasant, but Asseth found it pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at it.

Once he was happy, Artes made another hundred and eighty plans to torment Sirius.

It was ready to be handed over to Joel for implementation. The two of them watched the whole process, not caring at all about Sirius' life or death.

"Then I'll go to the office first?"

Breaking away from the beautiful fantasy of the future, Asseth still has to face the troubles in front of him.

Snape smiled and nodded.

For convenience, Aces took the time to make a simple teleportation magic circle between the cellar and the alchemy office some time ago.

This is possible thanks to the magic circle contributed by Grindelwald and the magic fluctuations left by Merlin and others.

The overly advanced and obscure magic circle directly increased his knowledge of the magic circle.

The magic wave reverses the magic trajectory, and combined with the magic pattern, it is not difficult to create a teleportation magic circle.

Stepping into the dimly lit magic circle, the light flashed and Asseth disappeared into the cellar.

The knocking on the door was still ringing regularly.

Asseth straightened his clothes a little, waved his hand to open the door, and said loudly: "Come in."

Hermione was the first to walk in.

Asseth also guessed that it would be a bit difficult for him to have the arrogant...no, it should be said that the irritable, youthful and rebellious savior knocked on the door.

Harry was dragged in by Hermione.

He has been in a bad mood recently, and now he can't learn to put on a good face when asking for help. He still looks like a little beast who is wary of everyone and ready to fight back at any time.

I think this period of time has not been easy, otherwise I wouldn't be like a hedgehog with thorns.

For this reason, Artes felt that Dumbledore had failed in educating the Savior.

They don't know how to adapt at all. The older they get, the more impulsive they become. They easily get into trouble, are easily misled, and can be easily taken advantage of.

It's a bit ridiculous for such a person to be a savior.

Aces curled his lips, but there was no smile.

But maybe Dumbledore needs this kind of savior.

"Professor Cavendish, we—"

"and many more."

Aces interrupted the impatient little witch directly and waved to place three chairs behind them.

I don't know how this simple move aroused Harry, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

Artes ignored him and only looked at Hermione.

"I know what you are going to say. Just wait a moment. There is still one person who is not here."

"Is there anyone else?" Hermione frowned and glanced at Harry hesitantly, "Professor Cavendish, Ron may not come."

"It's not him, it's Cedric."

Assei explained, took out the paper on the table before he could take it, found a quill and started correcting it.

Seeing Arthas revising his paper, Hermione shut up and pulled Harry to sit down.

Benedict - Benedict -

Hearing a knock on the door, Asseth put down his quill, raised his volume, and said, "Come in."

"Professor Cavendish, what do you want from me?"

Cedric pushed the door open and walked in, not paying attention to the two people sitting there. He asked in a gentle voice and his attitude was much more approachable than when other young wizards met Artes.

"Sit down and talk."

Aces's smile became more genuine. In Hogwarts, apart from Draco, there were only a few young wizards who could be considered friends, and Cedric was among them.

Only then did Cedric notice that there were other people in the office. He softened his casual attitude and sat down in the remaining seats.

"Now that everyone is here, let's talk about business."

Aces did not beat around the bush, "The first level of the Triwizard Tournament is to take away the golden egg under the protection of the dragon. This is the dragon's information, please take a look."

Two pieces of parchment floated in front of Cedric and Harry. Four ferocious dragons of different shapes gradually appeared on them. Below them was a large series of introduction text.

This information had already been sent to Aces when the dragon stepped into Hogwarts.

Originally, he wanted to find a time to give it to the two of them, but now Harry and Hermione are half-hearted.

"It turned out to be a dragon." Cedric, who was the first to finish reading the parchment, said, "But is it really okay to tell us directly like this? If they find out..."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'll give some information to my students. Besides, it's not like they didn't do anything. What can they do if they know?"

Hearing this, Cedric felt relieved and began to worry about his game.

"In addition to telling you what the game is about, you can each ask a question."

"Now think about what you want to ask."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and decided that Hermione would ask.

"Can we need a little advice?"

"Of course. My advice to you is to use what you are best at and combine it with magic spells."

Before Harry understood what Asseth meant, Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, she pulled Harry to thank her and left quickly.

"Cedric, what about you? What do you want to ask?"

what?

Cedric hesitated for a moment, and finally the hesitation in his eyes turned to determination.

"Can I do it?"

He didn't ask any questions about game advice, but his questions pleased Ass.

"I can, and I can do it better than you think."