HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces narrowed his eyes slightly.

The last paragraph of the letter read: Master Arthur, Black wants to go to the Triwizard Tournament, but I am old and have bad memory, so I remember to ask now.

There is nothing wrong with putting this paragraph alone in a letter, but above this paragraph is a detailed and comprehensive greeting and complicated work content.

Being able to handle so many things in an orderly manner, it was hard for Ass to believe that Joel had a bad memory.

If he hadn't forgotten it on purpose, he would have moved out of the cellar immediately.

"It seems that Grandpa Joel has quite a big opinion against Blake, but he just wants to be happy. After all, he is getting older and needs to keep his mood happy."

Asseth quickly made up an excuse and wrote a letter and sent it back.

In addition to replying to the auction house, the letter asked Joel to make his own decision.

After the letter was written, Aurora fell on the table, tilted her head to look at her master's face, and tentatively grabbed the envelope with her feet.

"Go ahead and give the letter to Grandpa Joel."

Aurora flapped her wings, grabbed the letter, flew up, circled around Asseth's head, and let out a clear and confusing chirp, as if in response to his words.

Then he flew out of the cellar.

On the other side, Cavendish Manor.

In the study, Joel was sorting out the various news that came from Muggles today. When he came to the economic part, he suddenly frowned.

"Why is the pound exchange rate still falling?"

Joel suddenly remembered something and rummaged through the parchment and found a piece of parchment filled with data. On it was the fluctuation of the exchange rate this month.

The exchange rate goes up and down, but it has been falling since a few days ago.

"It's troublesome."

Joel had a headache. Why did he just notice this now? He didn't know who did it and what.

In the past few years, the barriers between wizards and Muggles in the UK have become higher and higher, and information has become more and more blocked. Even if there is a steady stream of people passing in information from all aspects, they are still one step behind others.

"Now Master Asseth will be busy again."

Joel sighed and couldn't help but feel sorry for their young master. When he raised his eyes, he happened to see a small white dot flying in the distance.

Aurora huffed and landed on the table. Before she could stand still, Joel handed over a letter.

"Give the letter to Master Arthur, now."

Poor Aurora was kicked out by Joel again before she could take a breath.

Only the delivered letter was left lying tightly on the table.

Joel opened the letter and smiled with satisfaction when he saw that it asked him to decide everything about Sirius.

That guy didn't do a good job, he ate quite a lot, and he had been distracted all day long recently. He didn't know how many things he had damaged in the manor, so he just wanted to settle the score and ask him to make up for it.

By the way, you can also add a little more work, so it will be faster, but you can’t do too much at once, and the value must be squeezed out slowly.

Joel, who was well versed in squeezing labor, made a list of Sirius's work schedule non-stop, starting at six in the morning and going until ten at night.

"This is how you pay off your debt."

Joel put down his worksheet with satisfaction and prepared to surprise Sirius tomorrow.

Artes didn't know about Sirius' surprise, but he was quite surprised now.

He was about to go to bed, but after receiving this letter, let alone sleeping, he couldn't even lie down in bed.

"what are you doing?"

Snape, who was already lying down and ready to sleep, looked impatiently at Artes, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed without moving for a long time.

"Go out if you don't want to sleep."

I thought that after this sentence, Asseth would lie down, but unexpectedly, he stood up suddenly.

"Sev, you go to bed first, I'll go to the study."

Aces's expression was solemn, but slightly excited. After saying this, he hurried towards the study.

If it was just a simple drop in the exchange rate, he might not stay up in the middle of the night and go to the study.

But just now when he saw the word exchange rate in the letter, a sudden financial crisis that swept the UK suddenly came to mind.

As soon as Haierbo escaped, the financial crisis occurred, which made it difficult for him not to doubt whether this incident had something to do with Haierbo.

If it was really Haierbo who did this, then we should be prepared in advance.

Aces came to the study, sat down in front of the solid wood desk, quickly unfolded a piece of parchment, and wrote down the prophecy he had just seen before he could forget it.

The tip of the pen quickly moved across the parchment, and the ink left condensed into a sentence.

On February 2, XX Bank collapsed.

According to the prophecy, the bank failed due to misjudgment by its managers.

How could an employee who could make a living make such a big mistake, directly resulting in a loss of US$14 billion.

14 billion US dollars is not a small number.

Aces leaned back in his chair, holding the quill lightly with his fingers, slowly combing through the clues he knew in his mind.

Mistakes, staff, financial crisis, Muggles...

All clues point to the Imperius Curse.

"Helbo, what do you want to do?"

He circled the name Haierbo with great interest and wrote a question mark next to it.

"Today is the 24th. There are only two days left. No matter how fast it is, the losses this time will be inevitable. However, those who are not prepared will probably suffer a big loss."

Asseth murmured to himself in a low voice, his tone was very sincere, and his smile was only half suppressed and leaked out.

Obviously, he sincerely sympathizes with the unlucky ones affected by Haierbo.

They knew it early and got out early.

If done properly, it is not difficult to make up for the losses this time, and you can also get a lot of benefits from it.

Did Haierbo think that he was short of money, so he tried every means to give him money?

For a moment, Asseth even had the illusion that Haierbo was one of his own.

Otherwise, why would you give him a shower of wealth when he first arrived in the Muggle world?

What a good man this is.

"Maybe something good like this can happen a few more times?"

After sending the written letter, Asseth curled his lips happily, silently thinking about how to find a chance to meet with Herbo and say thank you in person.

When someone gives a gift, he should thank him.

If it's not a gift, then it's even more important to say thank you.

A trace of amusement and cunning flashed through his deep black eyes.

He was looking forward to Herbo's expression, it must be very interesting.

After finishing his business, Asseth stood up and turned off the light.

The cellar was silent, except for a dark shadow coming out of the study and stopping in front of the bedroom.

There was no light leaking from the crack in the bedroom door. Thinking that Snape had already fallen asleep, Artes deliberately opened the door gently and cautiously.

It was dark in the bedroom and he couldn't see the way. He fumbled back to the bed according to his brain's memory.

Just as he tiptoed onto the bed, Snape's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"What happened to that letter?"

Artes was frightened and froze in place while covering up the quilt. He didn't know whether Snape was asleep or not, and thought it was the movement just now that woke him up.

It took him a while before he remembered to put on the quilt and answer Snape's question.

"It's a letter from Grandpa Joel. The Muggle side may have a financial crisis. I'm going to make some arrangements to deal with it. Did I wake you up just now?"