HP: Embrace the Darkness

Whether he was an elder or an elder of a different gender, when Asseth came to the door, he did not push the door directly in, but knocked on the door rhythmically.

"Cousin? Are you there?"

No one responded.

Artes was not surprised. During the time they had lived together, he knew very well that Susanna slept like crazy and basically couldn't wake up.

So he didn't plan to pick Susanna up all at once, and continued to knock on the door patiently.

"Cousin?"

After knocking on the door for nearly five minutes, the rhythmic knocking finally penetrated into Susanna's dream.

In her dream, she seemed to have turned into a towering tree with lush leaves but full of insects, and was being pecked by more than a dozen woodpeckers.

She was pecked many times, once, twice, three times... I don't know how many times.

The sound of wood being pecked was continuous, and there seemed to be some vague pain in the body, which came once or twice, with the same rhythm as the sound.

"Stop pecking. If I keep pecking, I will turn into a hollow tree. Just be good and leave quickly."

The big tree in the dream was howling hysterically. While howling, she was shaking her branches wildly, trying to drive away the woodpeckers that were pecking at her with physical attacks.

But she is just a tree. Its branches and leaves are harmless and can only scare people.

After the woodpeckers were scared away and flew away, they found that the big tree could not hurt them at all, so they started guerrilla tactics. After one peck, they changed positions and continued to peck.

Susanna became anxious and swung the trunk. The branches shook even more violently, and the leaves fell crazily and piled up into a small mountain of leaves.

"Stop pecking! Do you hear me? Stop pecking!"

she yelled angrily.

The angry voice passed through the dream and came to reality. Asseth's hand on the door paused for a moment. He was not sure whether Susanna's "stop pecking" meant him. His fingers didn't knock down, and he hesitated in mid-air.

"Cousin?"

After hesitation, he decided to wake up Susanna in another way. The call, which was as rhythmic as the knocking on the door, penetrated the night, penetrated the door panel, and flowed into Susanna's ears.

This time she was no longer a big tree, but a wooden fish in front of the Buddha. She had to be knocked, and at the same time she had to listen to the continuous chanting in her ears. The mental damage was comparable to having her face Voldemort's ugly face.

In particular, the chanting voice seems to be chanting her name. How is this different from summoning spirits?

Ok?

what?

The chanting was her name! ?

Did anyone call her spirit?

she died?

Suzanne woke suddenly from her sleep.

Cold sweat dripped down from her forehead, and she didn't bother to wipe it away. She looked around in horror, fearing that she would sleep to death and sleep in the underworld.

wrong.

She is a foreigner.

There is no such thing as the underworld.

She is still alive.

Susanna breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, fear gradually receding like the tide.

As soon as her mood relaxed, Asseth's voice found an opportunity and penetrated into her ears.

Is someone really calling her?

Susanna suddenly jumped out of bed. The movement was so violent that she almost lost her balance and knelt down. Her ankles twisted firmly to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"hiss--"

The pain was like a basin of cold water, which made Susanna wake up instantly and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Suzanne? Cousin? What happened?"

At the door, Asseth heard a strange noise coming from inside. He subconsciously raised his hand to push the door open and go in. He stopped when he almost touched the door and knocked instead.

"Cousin?"

"Brother, you are my brother, okay? Stop shouting, are you summoning my soul? I am still alive and your soul summons me away. How unlucky is it. Come and bah bah bah with me."

Susanna walked slowly to the door with her feet that she couldn't even lift, and spoke to Asseth who was knocking on the door through the door.

"You are hurt."

Ace's tone was determined.

"Yes, yes, your soul is about to be taken away. Can you not be hurt?" Susanna yawned and answered Artes' question in a drawled voice.

"..." I didn't expect Susanna to be so out of tune at this time. Artes paused for a moment and said helplessly, "Are you wearing the clothes you're wearing?"

"Of course, I don't have the habit of sleeping naked."

The next second she finished speaking, Asseth opened the door. Susanna, who was standing behind the door, was hit by the door and lost her balance and fell back.

In desperation, she stretched out her injured foot to support herself, but she failed to support herself. Not only did she fail to support herself, she fell even more awkwardly, almost on all fours.

Susanna closed her eyes in despair, preparing to face the second... if not the third embarrassing scene in her life. She still felt that being chased by Joel for a few streets was more embarrassing.

Two seconds later, she fell into something warm, solid, and it didn't hurt at all.

Huh?

Susanna quietly opened her eyes, and what came into view was the face and worried eyes of Asseth, her debt-collecting nephew.

Well, for the sake of his worries, she won't ask Asseth to collect debts and call his ghost nephew anymore.

"You twisted your foot?"

Aces helped Susanna stand up and looked down at the red and swollen ankles vaguely exposed under her nightgown.

"Did you twist it when you got out of bed?"

This time there was a little smile in the question.

"do not talk."

Susanna covered her face, feeling like she was losing all her dignity. She just wanted to dig a hole in the ground to escape this embarrassing social death.

"Can I leave?"

Susanna tried to put her injured foot on the ground and stepped on it twice, and then she discovered something very sad - the action she had just used to support herself with the injured foot made her already injured foot more injured, making her unable to stand still. .

"I feel like it should be about, probably, about the same, maybe not quite." Susanna said with a grimace.

Aces guessed that this would be the case. When he saw Susanna's action just now, he knew it was not good, but he was a step too slow and failed to stop her.

"Shall I carry you over?"

"Although I don't think it's a good thing to say this, I still want to say that Professor Snape won't be jealous and mock me for being stupid, right? I've been tortured by you two before, and I can't bear it a second time."

Susanna could not help but feel a little resentful when she thought of the poor and innocent person she was blamed for last time.

"You two are in love, why am I so dangerous? It's obviously you who are in love, not me."

"Correction, we are not in love."

Aces used a floating spell to pick up Susanna, his hands weakly supporting her shoulders and legs to avoid a third injury.

"Fart, you haven't talked about it, then all the lovers in the world are fake. It's so sticky that my teeth are sore. We haven't talked about it yet."

Susanna was not honest in mid-air. She poked Ass's shoulder with her finger and complained in disgust, and her uninjured foot swayed.

"Let me tell you, don't try to hide it from me. I have eaten more salt than you have walked."

"what?"

Aces didn't understand.