HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces observed Professor Sprout's face and tried to continue.

"There is a saying among Muggles that when a person is rescued from an extremely dangerous situation, he will remember the feeling of fear intensifying his heartbeat and misunderstand this feeling as emotion."

He said it very implicitly, but Professor Sprout was not a fool, so he naturally understood Asseth's hint.

When it comes to his own students, Professor Sprout's face turned serious and he frowned in thought.

"Are you sure? Mr. Cavendish, maybe he just simply admires you?"

As she spoke, she added: "After all, you are an outstanding student who has broken Severus's record as the youngest professor, and you are the same age as Cedric. It is not surprising that he has such thoughts."

Artes picked up the cup and sipped the black tea to moisten his throat, "Cedric and I are friends. Before the Triwizard Tournament, I was pretty sure he didn't have this intention."

"The next few times we met, he was not quite right. He was particularly obsessed with meeting. Although he was also enthusiastic in the past, he maintained a good sense of proportion."

When I saw him today, his eyes were too passionate and persistent. It didn’t look like he was looking at someone he liked, but more like he was looking at..."

Aces tried his best to describe Cedric's eyes, almost going through his entire life's vocabulary before he found a suitable word.

"A life-saving straw, yes, a life-saving straw."

Professor Sprout's face became more solemn. Asseth's words were too detailed, so she couldn't help but believe him.

"I know this may be hard to believe, so I'll just remind you to ask Mr. Diggory to take him to a Muggle hospital if you can."

"There are only two results of not interfering for a long time. One is that as time goes by, the feeling is forgotten and the condition heals on its own. The other is that the obsession deepens and accumulates over time, causing anxiety."

Having been ill for a long time and becoming a doctor, coupled with his study of psychology, Asseth has some experience in mental illness, and his words are well-founded.

Professor Sprout's inner balance gradually tilted.

"I will tell Mr. Diggory, thank you, Mr. Cavendish, you saved Cedric last time, maybe you will save him this time."

"You're welcome, it's just a piece of cake. Besides, Cedric is also my friend."

Artes declined Professor Sprout's thanks and invitation and left the office.

At this time in Cavendish Manor, the well-dressed Joel was already waiting quietly in the lobby with his pocket watch in hand.

Asseth's figure appeared out of thin air and met Joel who was looking at the time.

"Master Cavendish... Master Xu, I am honored to see you again at Cavendish Manor. Otherwise, I would have doubted whether your surname is Cavendish."

Joel talks about three Cavendishes, smiling but not smiling, and doing their best to welcome their young master.

If backhanded sarcasm is welcome.

"I'm honored to come back. Although it's not voluntary, it shouldn't matter..."

Half of the work during the holiday was left to Joel. Knowing that he was in the wrong, Artes could only pretend not to understand Joel's sarcasm and accepted the barbed welcome with a smile.

But I couldn't help but muttered behind me.

Joel: "..."

I don’t know why, I’m even more angry.

And the words seemed a bit familiar.

Joel searched for memories and found out the memories of the time when Anna and William were passionately in love.

At that time, Anna and William would go to different places every day when they found the opportunity, and they were as homeless as Asseth.

What did Anna say at that time?

Joel thought for a while and seemed to think: Although it was not voluntary, didn’t I come back? Regardless of deeds or intentions, I just need to come back, other things are not important.

So angry, just like Anna.

…and Suzanne.

This person also disappeared for several days.

Joel's deadpan smile disappeared completely, and he handed him what Ass wanted with a straight face.

"All the information that Voldemort can find is on it. All the rumors and records of the forest he went to are also on it. Take a look."

The old housekeeper, who was touched by the situation, left Asseth behind and went to catch another homeless person.

Asseth looked at Joel's aggressive and vigorous back, and sincerely prayed for the safety of Susanna, who was looking around in the newspaper office and unwilling to think about things.

But what does it have to do with him?

He's just a poor guy being caricatured.

Asseth, who was full of ambition but not strong enough, sat down slowly with the information and read page after page. The more he looked at him, the stranger his expression became.

He had read Voldemort's information before, but it was not that detailed. The questionable information was from another piece of information.

The forest that Voldemort went to was, coincidentally, the same forest that Susanna told him about. What was even more coincidental was that it was the forest where Grindelwald discovered the magic circle.

Coincidence plus coincidence, it is not as simple as coincidence. Asseth put down the report and leaned back on the sofa. His mind was spinning rapidly, but an illusory and thick fog seemed to appear in front of his eyes, shrouding him.

After living for so many years, he realized that he couldn't help himself for the first time, and he actually had a very strange intuition - not to explore the truth behind the fog.

"Tsk, what a strange intuition."

Asseth sat up straight, lit a flame between his two fingers, and ignited the report.

In two seconds, the fire burned out.

Joel did not close the door to the hall when he left. The wind blew in through the door and the flames swayed. The firelight that should have been warm shone on Ass's unsmiling face, which made people feel frightened for no reason.

He was born well, with sentimental peach blossom eyes, and he always had the right smile on his lips, so many people couldn't see the edge hidden in his smile.

It wasn't until he stopped smiling that the sharp edges that had been suppressed by his eyes emerged one after another, and the traces of some of the qualities hidden within him were revealed.

"The secret is more interesting to reveal."

Aces smiled again, waved his hand casually, and sent the burned dust out of the hall.

There was a flash of white light, and no one was on the sofa.

When Snape came to the corridor, Goyle and Crabbe were still awake and safely wrapped in sacks. The surroundings were deserted, not even a single footprint.

Even the demanding Potions Master had to admit that Draco had chosen the time and place well, and no one noticed that two unconscious idiots were lying here for such a long time.

Snape glanced at the two people underground in disgust, waved his wand to untie the sack, and lifted the sleeping spell on them.

The two of them did not open their eyes even after breaking the spell.

Snape was a little stunned, thinking that the curse had not been completely broken, so he took a step closer to see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, a slight staggered snoring sound came into my ears, and this snoring seemed to continue to get louder.

Snape's expression suddenly darkened, feeling unspeakably insulted by the speculation he had made.