HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Grandpa Joel, are you free?"

Nina followed Ases' call to Joel, knocked on the door of the study, and asked.

"Come in, little Nina."

Joel put down the newspaper in his hand and closed his eyes, taking advantage of the short rest to relieve the sore eyes.

Nina pushed open the door and entered.

"Grandpa Joel, Master Asseth asked me to send you a message, and asked me to tell you to open all the defensive magic patterns in the manor... By the way, there are also ravens, and the young master asked them to stay at the manor."

"Oh?"

Joel opened his eyes, took the letter from Nina's hand, and confirmed that the envelope had the exclusive mark left by Artes. He opened it and took a closer look, and his brows furrowed more and more as he read.

"Why did you change your plan so suddenly? Did something happen?" He murmured to himself.

Nina waited quietly and obediently.

After watching for a while, Joel waved his hand to Nina, "Come on, go back and tell Master Asseth, I understand, go and prepare now."

After all, after working as a housekeeper under the head of the Mueller family for so many years, Joel still has some adaptability.

It's just that this method is too simple, crude, and a bit embarrassing, so he has never used it. But now that Asseth has said that no matter the cost, there is no limit to the method, so he can only use it.

Nina returns to the cellar again.

It was getting late at this time, and there were no lights in the cellar. She looked around in the darkness, and finally found Ass on the sofa with his hair hanging down in a daze.

"Master, I told Grandpa Joel what you told me. Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Nina knelt down in front of Asseth worriedly, dragging Ass with her at a loss.

Asseth reluctantly raised his lips to the worried Nina, "I'm fine. Did Grandpa Joel say anything?"

Nina suppressed her worry about Asseth's pale face: "Grandpa Joel said he knew and would prepare it. By the way, young master, do you want to eat? Nina will prepare it for you. Where is Professor Snape?"

As soon as Nina finished asking, she noticed that Ass's face turned even worse. She covered her mouth nervously, her eyes instantly filled with tears, feeling extremely guilty.

"Did Nina say something wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Arthas tried to keep his tone calm and not to irritate the house elf.

"Nina, leave me alone for a while. I will come to you if anything happens, okay?"

"Okay, Master." Nina stood up reluctantly and snapped her fingers.

The only person who spoke in the cellar disappeared, and it suddenly became quiet. The boundless darkness and silence, accompanied by fear, swallowed up the man sitting on the sofa.

Artes sat in Snape's usual seat, staring blankly at the quiet fireplace, waiting for the real owner of the cellar to come out of it.

The watch in my pocket suddenly became hot.

Asseth woke up from a dream and took out his pocket watch from his pocket. The cold expression before opening it was seamlessly replaced by a gentle and polite smile.

On the other end of the pocket watch was Mrs. Lovelace.

She seemed to be in her bedroom, sitting on the bed with soft pillows behind her. Her delicately made-up face showed unconcealable tiredness.

"Master Cavendish? What do you want from me?"

"Calculate the time, the news should be spread, find a way to let Voldemort know, and believe it." Artes said concisely.

Mrs. Lovelace was stunned, "Why so fast? Didn't you say it would take a while?"

"Changed...are you at Malfoy Manor?"

"Here, the Dark Lord sent me to rescue the Death Eaters in Azkaban. I just finished investigating the situation and came back to report. I asked him for help by the way."

"You...do you know what Voldemort is doing now? Is he alone?"

Mrs. Lovelace glanced towards the door.

"He seems to be in the conference hall, the room he used for meetings. He is meeting someone, but I don't know who it is. He has been in there for a while. At least he has been in there for as long as I have been back."

Aces pursed his lips and could barely maintain his expression, "Yes... did you see Lucius? How did he react?"

Mrs. Lovelace frowned and thought for a while, then said uncertainly: "Malfoy seems to have been lingering at the door for a while, and I don't know where he is now."

Among the Death Eaters, only Snape had a slightly closer relationship with Lucius. The two were barely friends, so the people inside were...

A strong murderous aura suddenly rose in Asseth's eyes, "Go and reveal the news to Voldemort, now."

Mrs. Lovelace's face turned serious the moment the murderous aura came over her.

"Okay, Master."

The connection to the pocket watch was disconnected. Artes stood up impatiently and paced back and forth in the cellar. The urge to go to Malfoy Manor to rob someone almost broke through his reason.

But no.

Aces slumped back to the sofa, his palms a little bloodshot from his pinching. After letting go, the note he left behind at the last moment fell down and stopped quietly not far from his fingertips.

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malfoy manor

Mrs. Lovelace arranged her hair, making sure every strand was in order, before knocking on the door.

The rustling movement inside suddenly disappeared.

"Come in."

Voldemort's soft, seemingly happy voice came from inside.

The expression on Mrs. Lovelace's face suddenly changed, her eyebrows overflowed with uncontrollable excitement, and the corners of her mouth kept rising.

"Owner."

The graceful and beautiful lady, who still had charm, leaned over and kissed Voldemort's robe with a slight trembling.

With this action, Mrs. Lovelace calmly looked at the man lying on the ground in a panic next to her.

Because Elise went to school at Hogwarts, Mrs. Lovelace also knew the professors there, not to mention that Snape was her junior by age.

She recognized it.

The man lying on the ground turned out to be Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin at Hogwarts.

If she remembered correctly, the young master was once a Slytherin and was now an alchemy professor at Hogwarts.

Is this Professor Snape hit by the Cruciatus Curse?

No, his eyes are fading.

What other spells are there?

"clatter--"

It was the sound of Voldemort's wand touching the table as he moved away. Lovelace buried his head deeper and tried his best to activate Occlumency, not daring to continue thinking.

Voldemort pressed his wand against Mrs. Lovelace's chin, forcing her to look up.

"Oh...it turns out to be Carol. Let me guess, do you have any good news for me?"

With the way Mrs. Lovelace dared to go crazy in front of him before, Voldemort would naturally not think that she was trembling because of fear.

Mrs. Lovelace looked at Voldemort without concealment, her eyes gradually filled with paranoid madness, and the smile on her face became wider and wider.

"The Key to Immortality, Master, this is the most mysterious auction item in the next auction of Mueller Auctions."

Voldemort reduced his strength a little, leaving room for Mrs. Lovelace to speak and breathe, "Do you know what you are talking about? Carol, eternal life?"

His tone was slightly sarcastic, as if he was scorning the key to immortality that Mrs. Lovelace was talking about.