HP: Embrace the Darkness

stand up?

Someone who wanted to continue to rely on him had a dark face.

Suffering from the lack of a reasonable reason, I had to sit up straight and stand upright.

"This curse..." Rowena seemed not to see Ases's resentful eyes, and repaired the sleeves himself and buttoned them for him, "Are you angry?"

"What's there to be angry about?" Artes glanced at Dumbledore calmly, "One is a transaction with a clear price, and the other is help from a shady hand."

"You're still so smart."

Rowena gathered up her black robe, and a section of her silky hair was playfully exposed, and she wrapped it around her fingertips.

"But smart people are too tired."

"Just be tired, it's better than not being able to see the flowers in the fog."

"You know a word? The most wisdom will hurt."

"I don't know, and I don't need to know."

Every word of advice from Rowena was politely pushed back by Ases.

After many times, Rowena also knew what Ases' attitude was. He sighed quietly and suddenly changed the topic.

"Why did you fight so hard? There are still traces of magic on the door. You probably didn't want to fight too hard at first. What made you change your mind?"

Speaking of this problem, Asseth was a little helpless, "I accidentally broke his whole body into pieces, and then...then he went crazy."

Rowena was silent for a moment, and then spoke in an extremely serious tone, "Remember the lesson learned this time. Any gift has a secret price. Only if you can afford it can you use it without any burden, otherwise he will end up with it."

Asseth wanted to defend Haierbo, but Rowena who said this was too serious.

Considering that Rowena's other identity was the founder of Hogwarts and could barely be regarded as his teacher, Artes nodded politely and motioned for him to note it down.

Rowena's momentum not only overwhelmed Artes, but even Dumbledore and Snape who were watching from the side felt breathless, as if they were facing the professor.

Aces quickly smoothed things over, "Didn't none of you tell me that it would hurt so much? If you had known, I wouldn't have been so cruel."

“There’s a saying that says something will be deeply remembered only if you experience it yourself.”

Rowena's tone was incomprehensible. She still remembered that she was like this at the time. No one told them that regenerating limbs would be so painful. They only knew it after experiencing it.

Since they are all like this, then Asseth must be like them, without exception.

Don't ask, it's customary to ask.

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Anyway, you remember not to put yourself in danger unless it is absolutely necessary. By the way, do you know why he reminded you about the curse?"

In fact, Asseth didn't know the answer to this question. Maybe it was Haierbo's whim, maybe he had some plan, maybe it was both possibilities.

After all, Haierbo does things very casually, and also reminds him so covertly. If he hadn't happened to get a clue, I'm afraid the curse would have been...

Aces frowned suddenly, unwilling to continue thinking about it, "I don't know either."

"Well, that's not bad. Being able to guess his thoughts is not a good thing."

Rowena tightened her black robe and stood up.

"I've arranged for that child to be somewhere where he can't be found. If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

The sound of ladies' leather shoes came to the door and stopped again. Rowena turned around, her cold voice filled with concern and guilt.

"You should pay attention to rest. You have been entangled for so many days. No matter how powerful you are, you can't hold on. I guess he is hiding and resting. He won't show up in a short time. Also... I'm sorry, I was late this time. ”

Aces smiled indifferently, "It's not too late, it's just the right time."

Rowena nodded to Dumbledore and Snape, opened the door and left.

Dumbledore looked at Artes and then at Snape. Although he wanted to find out who the men in black appeared twice and what was involved, it was obvious that Artis was not in the mood to discuss this issue with him now. .

So he stood up and said goodbye to the two of them.

"I suddenly remembered that something happened at Hogwarts, so I took the first step. Severus, please help Professor Cavendish take a look at the wound."

"Wait, Principal Dumbledore, I have something to tell you later, can you wait a moment?" Artes unexpectedly called Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was stunned and stopped.

"Counting the time, I can almost leave. Please wait for me a little longer."

Asseth's timing was just right. After he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"You may need to hide for a while."

Aces let go of Snape's hand and led him to the soft chair on the sofa at the desk. Dumbledore was very self-aware and walked over by himself.

"Come in."

After they used the magic spell to hide their figures, Asseth raised his voice to the door.

The door was pushed open, and Gort walked in aggressively, "What's the matter with you?"

Unexpectedly, the person who arrived was Gort. Artes was stunned for a moment, and then he was forced to face Gort's storm of concern.

"The doctor said you didn't let him treat the wound. Do you want to die? Don't die here, or do you want me to live with guilt for the rest of my life? Let me tell you, stop dreaming, I have to think about it every day If there are too many things going on, I will never think of you."

"Let me take a look at your wound. You'd better pray that there's nothing wrong with the wound, otherwise your hands here will be useless. Just wait for others to feed you in the future."

Gort came up and tugged at Asseth's clothes, pulling and pulling, and two buttons fell off. Asses had no choice but to grab his wrist with one hand and use a little force to restrain him.

"You can just tell me if you want my life. You don't need to find an excuse to murder me. The wound is right here, and you still use so much force?"

The credibility of what Asseth said on his pale face was extremely high. Gort was suddenly discouraged and lay down next to Asseth, raising his hands to cover his eyes.

After a long while, he said: "The queen asked me to take you to the hospital and let me take full responsibility for your injuries."

"No need, my wound has been taken care of and everything will be fine. Just tell the queen this when you go back and she won't make it difficult for you."

"Let me take a look at the wound, otherwise I won't be able to deliver the report when I get back. You probably don't want to see me being scolded."

"To be honest, I quite thought about it."

Hearing this, Gort covered his face with a smile and kicked Asseth, "gloating about his misfortune."

Asseth smiled and pulled down the torn collar, revealing the wound on his right shoulder.

"Don't you want to check the wound? I dug out the bullet and the wound stopped bleeding. Make a note of it and hand it over."

Gort put down his hand and leaned over to observe Artes's wounds carefully. Based on the medical knowledge he had learned, he barely judged that Artes was right. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed.

"It's good that you're okay, otherwise I, the head guard, will take the blame and resign. I'll be so embarrassed and humiliated. I might have to wander around your house for a while."

"Let's go after reading this. I'm leaving too."

Aces buttoned back the buttons with one hand, adjusted his collar, and stood up calmly. Apart from his pale face, he looked no different from usual.

Gort propped himself up on the sofa and quietly watched his friend clean up like a dog, "Shall I take you back?"

Aces moved faster and disappeared from the office in half a minute, leaving only a word of disgust in the air.

"Your driving skills... I still want to live for a few more days. I can just go back by myself. Go get busy."