HP: Embrace the Darkness

Sirius's wound was a little past his Adam's apple. The wound was long but very thin. It was covered with thick blood. It was difficult to see what was going on. Dumbledore waved his wand and cleaned away the blood.

Grindelwald stood behind him, glanced down, and after judging the depth of the wound, his eyes stayed on the touching hands of Dumbledore and Sirius.

Dissatisfied with Dumbledore's concern for Sirius, he said coolly, "Don't look at Al, he won't die. The wound was well controlled, less than one centimeter, and no artery was cut."

Similar to what Grindelwald said, Dumbledore also discovered after checking that the blood flow looked scary, but in fact the wound was not serious.

Such precise control.

Dumbledore absentmindedly bandaged Sirius's wound, "Harry, send Sirius to the school infirmary. He needs treatment."

Upon hearing this, Harry carefully let Sirius lean against him and helped him stand up.

Sirius grimaced in pain and did not forget to give Harry a smile.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'm fine."

Harry forced a smile and silently helped Sirius walk out.

Passing by Asseth, his pace slowed down and he passed by Asseth, feeling particularly complicated.

It's not that he doesn't want to seek justice for Sirius, but he has been saved by Artes so many times, and Artes even saved him and Cedric from Voldemort last night, so what qualifications does he have to hold him accountable.

"boom--"

The door to the principal's office closed.

Dumbledore returned to his desk, clasped his hands on the table, and stared at Artes.

Except for matters related to Snape and Sirius, Aces had never taken the initiative to speak out. He was quite calm, so Dumbledore's scrutiny had no effect at all.

The office was quiet for a long time.

"Professor Cavendish? You...don't you have anything to say?"

Dumbledore couldn't hold it in any longer.

For the first time, he felt that he was still too young to remain calm.

Artes lazily raised his eyes: "What does Principal Dumbledore think I should say?"

say what?

Are you asking me this question?

Dumbledore looked at Asseth, without any fluctuation of emotion, his eyes were extremely calm, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, just like when he looked at Snape with cold eyes but remained indifferent when questioning him.

It suddenly became clear in his mind that this man was not only warning Sirius, but also warning him.

"Is there anything else? Principal Dumbledore."

After Asseth finished speaking, he waited for a while for Dumbledore's reply before he stood up slowly.

"Since not, then I won't bother Principal Dumbledore as you arrange tasks for the Order of the Phoenix."

At the right time, there was the sound of the door opening and the voices of Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley talking.

Dumbledore was numb.

He didn't even notice that Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley and others came to the door of the principal's office and prepared to come in. However, Artes knew how stupid he must have been to think that Artes was inferior to him and could be controlled.

wrong!

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes to hide his glare.

Aces first asked him if he was okay, and there was a short period of waiting in the middle.

Minerva would not stop at the door.

So... Artes noticed them approaching the principal's office before Minerva reached the door, and then asked Minerva if he was okay.

This inference was not good news. Dumbledore sighed secretly and nodded to Artes.

"Well, let's go."

With agreement, Asseth turned and left.

When he was about to step out of the door, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Don't be so impulsive next time."

Aces hesitated for a moment, then continued walking forward, leaving only a faint "I'm never impulsive" in the air.

He pronounced the word "impulsive" with emphasis, and there was still a bit of confusion in it.

He really didn't understand why Dumbledore could hit his target accurately with every word he said and never missed it.

Snape looked at Arthur's figure silently, and did not look back until he was out of sight.

Is this... angry?

Thinking of this possibility, the Potions Master felt inexplicably flustered. He circled his hair a few times with his fingertips, as if he wanted to relieve his uneasiness.

Not long after, other people who had received Dumbledore's invitation entered the principal's office one after another.

Aces left the principal's office and didn't go far. He chose a place not too far away but not too close - the shadow of the corner at the end of the corridor and waited quietly.

He was angry, but not at Snape.

He was angry with himself. In the final analysis, he was not prepared enough, otherwise there would be no need to delay.

The sooner he goes back to Voldemort, the better. The later the delay, the more insane Voldemort will become more suspicious.

He knew about this, and so did Snape, but Snape still agreed to him without hesitation that day.

Voldemort...

A bit of anger flashed across Asseth's eyebrows. It seems that the auction process of the Key to Eternal Life will be accelerated. I hope you like this gift, Tom.

The numb pain in my body suddenly seemed to hurt a little more.

Aces put aside his distracting thoughts and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed to meditate. His hands hanging down on his sides twitched slightly in his sleeves nervously.

Half an hour later, the Potions Master used the low air pressure to successfully open a path through the crowd and left the principal's office in front of everyone.

The others didn't know what happened. They looked at Snape's unkind expression and chose to avoid him and left from the other side.

As he approached the corner, Snape's steps became slower and slower, and his heart beat faster and faster, as if he was preparing to open a long-awaited gift when he was a child.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

It was him who went back on his word, and it was normal for Asseth to leave in anger, leaving him alone.

But he just felt that Asses would not abandon him.

After passing the corner, the person leaning against the wall raised his head when he heard footsteps, with a familiar smile on his face.

"Is Dumbledore that long-winded?"

The air pressure around the Potions Master, which was so terrifying that everyone avoided it, suddenly returned to normal.

He calmly quickened his pace.

"It seems that your understanding of him is not accurate enough. You must know that bees are always so verbose."

"Okay, I really don't know him very well." Artes pretended to be helpless and waved his hand, "But I don't need to know him. It's enough to know you."

The two walked out of the shadows side by side just as they had come.

"are you angry?"

After walking a few steps, Snape's hesitant voice sounded in the corridor where only footsteps could be heard.

Artes glanced sideways in surprise, aware of Snape's nervousness hidden under his calm face. He was so soft-hearted that he couldn't help but gently hook Snape's hand with the tip of his index finger, and held it tightly.

"No, I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself for making things difficult for you."

No blame, no dissatisfaction.

But I made things difficult for you.

Snape silently squeezed Artes's hand, his racing heart calmed down again, and he felt indescribably at ease.