HP: Embrace the Darkness

The most difficult one among the four founders was almost done, and Asses felt a lot lighter.

Little did he know that this was just an illusion of extreme pain.

Seeing his pupils that were almost dilated, Rowena hurriedly supported him. He couldn't even hold the wand firmly in his hand and fell to the ground. Gulu rolled around.

"Aces? How are you? How about I take you back to the cabin first and see if Merlin can relieve your pain, or send you somewhere else?"

Aces followed the voice and gave Rowena a smile, but said nothing.

"I knew it wouldn't do any good to get whipped."

"If something happens to you, Salazar will go crazy and make trouble for me. That guy Godric is always against him, but he always stands on his side, and this time he will definitely stand on his side."

"And Helga, she likes you so much. If something happens to you, she will be sad. And Merlin, I have known him for almost nine hundred years. This is the first time I have seen him appreciate a junior so much."

Rowena knew that Asses was not willing to show weakness in front of others, so he did not hold him back, but just stood beside him and chattered to divert his attention.

"You would rather endure so much pain to win over me. I don't know what you are thinking. Do you regret it now that it hurts so much?"

"It's useless to regret. You can only get through it on your own now. If you don't get through it, I will collect your body just like Haierbo said."

Aces' embarrassed look brought back Rowena's memories, and there was a faint hint of red in his eyes.

"They don't know how painful it is. Even Salazar thought you could survive it and didn't take it to heart at all. Only I know how painful it is."

Rowena gently held Asseth's hand, and her rough fingers gently stroked the back of his hand. The warmth of a mother made Ass a little dazed.

"Royna, go...go and see...Helena, let her go and let you go."

Aces held Rowena's arm with his backhand, and his pale face made his pure black pupils reveal a frightening tenderness.

Rowena stared into Asseth's eyes, then looked away in compromise after a moment.

"Merlin was right to tell me to be careful about you. The original plan was shattered by reality. You didn't even waste time to buffer your mood before you started to win over me."

"I'm in such pain, and you still want to untie the knot in my heart and make the last move. It's really cunning, but..."

Speaking of this, Rowena slowed down her speech so that Asseth could see the shape of her mouth clearly.

"But even if I know you did it on purpose, no one can refuse such tenderness."

Aces understood the shape of her mouth and smiled silently. Above the curved eyebrows was a ferocious look that was completely opposite to the smile. Her nerves were pulsing and the veins on her forehead were prominent.

"Shh-"

Rowena turned around suddenly, and the sound like a robe cutting through the air was getting closer and closer.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she recalled that Snape's black robes often made such a sound when walking.

Saved.

Rowena picked up the wand on the ground, pointed to Artes in the direction Snape was coming from, and made a "someone is coming" gesture.

Then she hid in the shadows not far away with a vigorous step that did not match her apparent age.

Snape lost his usual composure in a rare move.

He searched around the Quidditch pitch like a headless fly before he remembered that he had an alchemy map that could see the movement traces of everyone in Hogwarts.

Thinking that the map was in the cellar, he hurriedly returned to the cellar. However, he did not expect that while passing through this remote and deserted corridor, a familiar figure would suddenly bump into his sight.

In the semi-dark corner, the man was leaning against the wall alone, his head lowered, his black hair hanging lazily on his forehead, and the shadow covering his expression.

"Aces?"

A heart that was beating fast and hanging high finally fell to the ground again. Snape walked over quickly, raising his hand as he walked, and throwing out one checking spell after another.

"what happened to you?"

Aces didn't answer, turning slightly to avoid the flying inspection spell.

The fingertips curled up with all their strength, and a vague magic flowed in the palm of the hand, easily restricting Snape's right hand and preventing him from using the wand again.

Snape didn't struggle, "Are you injured?"

"I am fine."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and dry.

It was a meal for both of them.

"You said you wouldn't lie to me."

Snape didn't understand why he had to be so tactful, but inexplicably, he knew that the current Artes couldn't stand being too tough.

Aces squinted his eyes, and the blurred vision of Snape's mouth seemed to move in slow motion. At the same time, Snape's voice automatically played in his mind.

The accusation-like words made Ases couldn't help but laugh. His wanton laughter covered up the uncontrollable trembling of his body and added a little blood to his pale face.

The pain in my soul seems to have subsided a little.

He curled the corners of his lips in pleasure, and his eyes were tired but extremely gentle. Ignoring the arrogant pain in his body, he opened his arms towards Snape.

"I'm just a little tired, Sev, can you...come over and give me a hug?"

Snape stared at Artes for a long time, and finally gave up and pursed his lips, walked to him in a few steps, and let him lean close to him.

"Can't you tell me?"

"Sorry, now is not the time."

"...how many things have you hidden from me?"

"I will tell you, we will keep going, everything will be told to you..."

Ass's voice was close to babble.

He couldn't hold it any longer.

No, it should be said that he couldn't hold it any longer.

As Merlin said, he suffered a great deal of pain by forcibly reversing his fate. However, he still wanted to seize this opportunity to capture Rowena, and wanted to report to Snape that he was safe, so he had to hold on until now.

Even if he managed to stay up until now, the thread that bound his body and reason was still crumbling.

The pain of a fragile soul being torn apart and crushed repeatedly is far worse than the pain of tearing out the soul's bones.

If Asseth hadn't been trained to cut out bones before, if Snape hadn't supported him.

He was now on the ground.

And at the moment when he saved Cedric for the second time, Artes also saw his ending again.

The death curse in the future battle will be exactly the same as the death method now.

The only difference is that the person who cast the spell has changed.

After suffering so much pain, Cedric only lived a few more years, maybe not even that many years, and Asseth felt a little powerless.

What about his sif? Will this happen too? Leaving him again a few years later.

No, his Sif was so good, he should live a long and happy life, how could he die alone in the Shrieking Shack.

Do you really want to use that method?

His thoughts gradually turned into a frightening darkness. The second before he passed out, Asseth bit the tip of his tongue hard and used pain to regain his chaotic consciousness.

"Sev, if one day I do something wrong, can you please stop hating me? Stop hating me."