HP: Embrace the Darkness

The diary soul body was not convinced and lost to the fool, but it did not dare to refute. It could only comfort itself by thinking that I would beat the Jinbei soul body later, forcing myself to spit out a word through my teeth.

"Yes."

His dissatisfaction was almost obvious.

For the first time, Asseth suspected that the fool in front of him might be the fool, and that the one in front of him was really smart.

Or is it that being extremely stupid means being smart? The one in front of me just wasn't stupid enough.

But no matter what it is, stupidity is certain. Voldemort's three soul-splitting Horcruxes have no IQ, and each is stupid in its own way.

Asseth completely understood one thing - there is no future in splitting souls, and there is no brain in splitting souls many times. Don't split souls randomly if you have nothing to do.

With this warning deeply rooted in his heart, he continued to wonder what the spiritual chalcedony was all about.

When Asseth was studying souls, Susanna, who had high hopes for him, lived up to his expectations and was now squatting at the corner of the basement stairs.

After two days of squatting, she had figured it out clearly.

Every time there was a Potions class, Karkaroff would go to the Potions classroom on time to find Snape, trying to get him to chat with him privately.

"Bah, I'm just telling you how my good nephew lets me keep an eye on you. You are so unlucky that you have to look for his sweetheart every day. It's okay if he doesn't kill you."

Suzanne complained in disgust.

Others didn't know it, but she knew how much Artes treasured Snape. They seemed to have no brains and no bottom line, just like her sister and his wife.

"Oh, Karkaroff, you don't blame me for committing suicide. If you do, blame me for running to the potions classroom every day. Potions classroom? Potions? Why don't you go to Professor Snape for some potions?"

The waiting time was too boring, so Susanna simply sat down in the corner, hid herself in the shadows, and hung her quill to supplement the plan to beat Karkaroff.

Although Artes said that he could beat Karkaroff in an honest way, Susanna had been beating people with sacks for so many years, and no one understood the happiness of a sinister person better than her.

Moreover, only she and the person involved knew when the sack was put in a place where no one was around.

The person involved would generally feel that it was too embarrassing to be beaten by a woman like her, and would never tell anyone about it, so he would definitely suffer the consequences.

After suffering the loss, Asseth no longer has to take responsibility, and she doesn't have to be talked about by Anna and Joel.

One word, wonderful!

Two words, perfect!

Three words... I can't think of it, forget it.

In short, the more Susanna thought about it, the more she felt that she was thinking too much about Asseth, and she was like a filial cousin.

Before the latest plan was finished, dull footsteps came from the stairs from far to near.

After squatting with Karkaroff for so many days, Susanna knew his footsteps very well. She immediately put away her pen and paper, took out a sack and got ready.

The footsteps are getting closer...

"three two--"

Susanna counted down silently, and when she counted to "one", she dodged behind Karkaroff with a single step, raised the knife in her hand and draped it heavily on the back of Karkaroff's neck.

Poor Karkaroff's mind was filled with the increasingly clear mark of the dark devil, and he had no intention of looking at the road. Now he was knocked unconscious by Susanna without any precautions.

Susanna caught Karkaroff's limp body with a sack, threw it over her shoulder, and walked away leisurely while humming a little tune.

Potions Classroom——

Today's potions class is an improvement class for seventh grade. There are only a few people in the classroom. Everyone has their heads lowered and stares at the crucible in front of them seriously. From above, only their hair can be seen.

The red-haired twins were particularly noticeable inside, especially since everyone else in the classroom was focused on stirring the potion, while they were whispering under the cover of the cauldron.

"Why hasn't that big furry bear come yet?" Fred stirred the potion in the cauldron and asked in a low voice.

Next to him, George recorded the changes in the potion and answered his question: "Maybe he's sick."

"Oh, when does he look like he's sick?" Fred stirred once more, a little too loudly, and the potion inside started to bubble.

"Quickly, make a circle counterclockwise." George stared at the textbook and ordered Fred.

After seeing him finish stirring successfully, he answered his question: "Maybe he completely angered the old bat and was poisoned to death by him."

"Maybe there is someone else I want to poison."

A low to soft voice came from above the head. The twins shuddered and raised their heads in unison.

"Professor Snape."

"What a coincidence!"

"Are you also concerned about Principal Karkaroff?"

Snape stared at the two Weasleys who dared to test him and suddenly smiled.

"I think I care about you more than that stupid Headmaster Durmstrang, Mr. Weasley, and your potion is going to be redone."

It turned out that when the twins raised their heads just now, they had no intention of paying attention to the changes in the potion, and missed the next opportunity to add ingredients and stir. Now the potion has begun to emit a gray and unpleasant mist.

None of the potions learned in class were difficult. Snape could do them with his eyes closed. He knew where they were at just a glance and knew they were about to fail, but he didn't warn them.

"There are still twenty minutes until get out of class ends. I hope you can finish it before get out of class ends, otherwise each person will have a paper, fifteen feet."

Dropping a threat, Snape admired their changes in expressions and walked away.

But he was also a little confused as to why Karkaroff didn't come. He knew very well how persistent and afraid Karkaroff was of Voldemort. Now he had found another way?

Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Snape continued to inspect the other little wizards refining potions in the classroom.

Karkaroff wanted to come to the potions classroom, but he was now trapped in a sack and had no idea where he was.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Although he tried his best to suppress the tremor in his voice, Susanna's ears were very good and she did not miss his fear.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turns out you are scared too."

Then why are you not afraid when you go to see Professor Snape every day?

Karkaroff was not Susanna's principal when she was at school, so he naturally couldn't recognize Susanna's voice and didn't know why Susanna tied him up.

However, the female voice is obviously not that of Voldemort. The women in the Death Eaters are each more crazy than the last, and they cannot speak such a normal voice.

After Karkaroff went through all the candidates, he determined that Susanna was not Voldemort's person.

Now he wasn't afraid.

"I'm warning you, no matter who you are, let me go now or you will regret it."

Susanna had heard too many threats. Karkaroff's threats didn't hurt her at all. They were nothing compared to Artes' threat to deduct wages. She was even in the mood to joke with Karkaroff.

"You think I'm stupid and let you go? I came from you. If you have the ability, come out on your own. Don't say harsh words here. I won't do this."