HP: Embrace the Darkness

"He's been at Hogwarts lately, doing who knows what, so I'm the only one here."

Grindelwald stood up and opened the curtains, looking in the direction of Hogwarts, his voice a little depressed.

"Although he trusts me a little bit since our last frank conversation and doesn't resist my presence, he is still used to hiding many things from me."

"You have a lot of criminal records. It would be great if he could trust you. If it were me, I would never believe you. Of course, this is from a friend's perspective. From his perspective, I don't know what he is thinking."

Aces followed to the window, looking beyond Grindelwald at the Hogwarts Castle standing tall in the distance. He raised his hand and placed it on his collar, gently covering it.

Under the collar, there is a foreign object in the shape of a potion bottle. It is not big and can be completely covered with one hand. It is the joyful potion given by the potion master at Christmas.

From the day he received the elixir of joy, he cast a concealing and protective spell on the necklace and kept it hidden under his clothes, wearing it every day and never leaving his body.

"You came to me, what's the matter?"

Grindelwald broke the silence between the two.

Aces put down his hand, took out the map circled by Susanna and handed it over.

"Let me show you a map."

When Grindelwald took it, he looked at Grindelwald's face calmly with his peripheral vision.

"You want to come here, why?"

Grindelwald seemed a little surprised. He squeezed the map with a little force and unconsciously crossed the position circled by Susanna, landing on a point in the circle.

Aces wrote down the location, and Yun Danfeng gently pulled back the map, "Looking for something."

"thing?"

Grindelwald looked at Arthas inquiringly.

"The only young master of the Cavendish family wants to find something and he needs to find it himself? Why not let the people under his control go? Is such a thing important?"

Artes was overwhelmed by Grindelwald's continuous questions and couldn't get in a word, so he chose the simplest answer, "It's important."

"you……"

Grindelwald hesitated to ask further.

If he didn't mean what he meant, it would seem that he was a bit nosy.

Don't ask...

That's not a nice place.

He also had a narrow escape back then and had to fight for his life to get out. The only thing he brought out was the magic circle he desperately memorized.

Although it is not a loss, the injuries left behind will still be uncomfortable after so many years.

This kid didn't know anything and just jumped in so stupidly. What if he couldn't get out?

Let's just make some insinuations. If so, just stop him so that nothing really happens. Grindelwald made up his mind, thinking about it again and again, and was about to speak.

"Did you know I'm cursed?"

"You-huh? What? Curse? You?"

Grindelwald was shocked and guilty, and immediately touched the wand on his body.

Only when he touched the wand did he have the intention to look at Asseth.

The material of the clothes is good and the cut fits me well. I can't tell whether I am slim or not.

He looked at Asseth's face again.

Hmm...the face is rosy and there seems to be no shortage of flesh.

Look at the eyes again.

The eyes are dark and bright, not cloudy, not even dark circles, no problem.

Grindelwald really couldn't equate the idea that Artes, who looked many times healthier than him, was cursed.

"Are you really cursed?"

"Why should I lie to you?"

Artes saw clearly Grindelwald's slightly exaggerated reaction. His expression did not change when he was questioned, and he calmly lifted up his right sleeve.

The ferocious snake had crawled up to his shoulder at some point. Wherever it crawled, it left blood-red traces, which fell on Ass's fair skin, which was shocking.

Currently, the methods of judging the severity of a curse passed down in the wizarding world are similar. They all look at the degree of spread of the curse. As long as the curse does not spread to the whole body, it can still be saved. Once it spreads to the whole body, there is no way to save it.

"It's really a curse."

Grindelwald is also a master of black magic who has played with many black magics. It is not difficult to judge whether it is a curse or not.

"Why don't you want to control it? It seems that the traces were only on the arms at first. Then it would be fine if you find a way to suppress it. But there are no traces of suppression on it. It has reached the shoulders... and is not far from the whole body."

Grindelwald sternly reprimanded, the guilt in his eyes hidden under the anger was not very conspicuous.

Aces calmly lowered his sleeves.

"I was looking, so here I am."

Artes was too calm, the smile at the corner of his mouth faded, and his whole person was no longer gentle as usual, so that Grindelwald was stunned and stared at him inquiringly.

"What do you know?"

This was the only reason Grindelwald could think of.

It turned out to be exactly what he thought.

I saw Asseth smiled faintly, his smile was unspeakably sarcastic, and his bottomless black eyes were like a black lake dyed with moonlight, sparkling.

"If you mean why the curse fell on me, then I do know."

"I also want to remind you that our deal is limited to protecting Dumbledore and letting him live, and there are no other conditions attached."

"I……"

This was the first time I saw Asseth like this, and Grindelwald didn't feel confident enough to speak out.

"This has nothing to do with Al."

"I know, otherwise I would be at Hogwarts today instead of here."

Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and began to think about how to explain.

But it was indeed him who did it.

At that time, he did not expect to become friends with Asseth, nor did he expect that Asses would be stronger than him, so he did not care about Ass's life or death.

It's useless to say anything now.

At this point, the two are destined to have a gap.

Grindelwald regretted his concealment.

He closed his eyes, hiding the regret in them.

"what do you want?"

Now that Asseth has openly spoken out, it shows that there is still room for discussion on this matter.

Grindelwald, who had been stubborn all his life, guiltily went through everything he owned in his mind, preparing to bleed heavily to appease Artes' anger.

“Three unconditional things.”

Artes smiled and held up three fingers and waved them in front of Grindelwald.

"No, three is too many, and there are no conditions. There are uncontrollable risks in what you can ask me to do, so I can't possibly agree to it."

Grindelwald rejected the conditions given by Asseth without thinking.

"I can guarantee that three things will not violate your bottom line and will not involve Dumbledore."

Artes calculated Grindelwald's bottom line and added.

This time Grindelwald hesitated.

"It still doesn't work... at most one thing, one thing that doesn't involve Al."

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I originally wanted to overcome my laziness, but failed. The third chapter came late.

Everyone, take a look at it first, and when the author stops being stuck on the text, I will publish the three chapters together on time! !

I saw a lot of babies giving gifts. I love you all. Free gifts are the best encouragement to the author.