HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces was a little worried about him in the future.

You can't go on a date at that time, and you have to always be on the lookout to see if there's anyone in the tree. That would be too constraining.

No, we need to prepare early.

If it doesn't work, just throw Susanna to Africa to dig coal. In short, she must not let her reach out to herself and Sif.

Asseth thought about it and took out the letter.

I don't know if it was the induction brought by blood, but Susanna's back suddenly felt cold, and fear slowly crawled from her back spine to her neck.

She...had a particularly ominous premonition.

"Discovered? How is it possible! I didn't leave any clues. Even the signature of the daily newspaper was anonymous. There is absolutely no way those two old men would find out!"

Susanna was sitting on the sofa in the office, pulling at her red hair anxiously.

The red hair cuts across the gracefully curved neck, intersecting with the red marks on it, making it mottled and moving.

However, this beautiful scene fell apart in two seconds when it happened to a ruthless man who had been squatting in a tree for several days just to take a photo.

I saw the ruthless man scratching his neck impatiently, making his already red neck even redder and redder, leaving long nail scratches and muttering incessantly.

"Damn mosquitoes, next time I will get rid of the four pests and kill you all!"

Suddenly, her scratching hand stopped.

"How could I forget that I also have a secret weapon - a gold medal for immunity from death! With this, my good nephew will never leave me alone."

Suzanne happily rummaged through the pile of photos scattered on her desk.

Ten minutes later, she found a photo that looked very blurry and dim.

The scene in the photo can be vaguely seen on the edge of the Black Lake. The moonlight has fallen, making the lake surface sparkling, with a single point of ink reflected in the middle.

Looking closely, it was a figure.

The moon and the lake complement each other, but the man standing alone is a scene of his own, disturbing the heart of the lake.

Suddenly, the person called the scenery seems to be aware of the sight from afar, looks back sharply, and freezes.

"Tsk, don't tell me, I'm really good at taking pictures. Apart from a talented woman like me, who else can take such meaningful photos in this world."

Susanna looked proud and reluctant to admire the photos moving back and forth in her hands.

Taking this photo was a complete coincidence.

At that time, she went to secretly photograph Dumbledore and Grindelwald, passing by the Black Lake, and accidentally saw Snape walking towards the Black Lake. His black robe almost perfectly blended into the night.

Out of curiosity, she found a place to squat for a while, watching Snape standing quietly by the black lake.

She didn't know why, but she raised the camera by accident and captured this scene.

And then... there will be no more.

Snape seemed to feel something as he was being secretly photographed. Looking towards her, she didn't dare to stay longer for fear of being discovered, and instead went to secretly photograph Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Susanna had a headache when she thought of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. At this time, she was only thankful that when she was sorting out the photos of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, she developed the photo and saved her life.

This photo was perfect for bribing her great nephew, as he must not be obsessed with it.

Suzanne was very confident about Ases's reaction after seeing the photo.

Just as she said, she carefully and quickly put the photo into the envelope. With a wave of her hand, the silly wooden bird appeared on the table with its head tilted.

"Little thing, this thing is very important. Please give me some strength and don't cause problems for me, you know?"

Muniao tilted his head to the other side as if he didn't understand.

For a moment, Susanna felt very silly talking to herself with a wooden messenger prop.

After coughing to cover up, she looked around to make sure no one saw her stupidity, and quickly stuffed the envelope into the wooden bird's pocket.

"Go ahead and give the letter to Asseth."

The wooden bird twisted its head, flapped its wings slowly and flew away, carrying Susanna's hope and flying far away.

The wind coming from afar gently gave it a lift. The wooden bird swayed and flew high, through the clouds, to the rainforest full of towering trees, and plunged headlong into it.

Asseth had eaten and drank enough, opened the warning and defensive magic patterns that came with the tent, exhausted his strength and lay down on the sofa, squinting briefly for a while.

The wooden bird landed on the tip of the tent and stamped on the tent's warning pattern.

Aces squinted for about ten minutes. When he opened his eyes, he was extremely awake, not like someone who hadn't slept enough.

He casually picked up a robe and put it on his body. He held the wand and walked to the door of the tent. He used the tip of the wand to open the curtain of the tent and scanned it calmly.

It was quiet outside the tent, nothing unusual.

Aces raised his eyebrows in surprise, opened the door curtain completely, and walked to the open space outside.

Still no exception.

The wooden bird tilted its head and looked at Asseth, flapped its wings and swooped down, happily opened its letter bag and threw the letter inside out of the air.

Keenly hearing the sound of wind flying towards him, Asseth looked up suddenly.

The wind blew through the envelope, blowing open the unstable seal, and the photos inside fell out.

The photo staggered and fell.

What looked like a letter fell right in front of him, and Asseth subconsciously reached out his hand to catch it.

It feels very thin when you hold it, but it is definitely different from letter paper. The person who just caught the letter looked down at his hand blankly, and was suddenly stunned.

"Sev?"

Even though the photo was dim and blurry, the familiarity engraved in his bones allowed Asseth to recognize who the protagonist in the photo was at first glance.

But...that's not right.

With the Potions Master's temperament, there was no way he could reply with a photo of himself unless the sun was rising in the west.

Aces raised his head and looked around the sky, and found that the sun was hanging on the horizon at the right position.

Since there is no problem with the position of the sun, there is a problem with the photographer and the messenger.

Susanna, who had accomplished the feat of secretly photographing Dumbledore and Grindelwald, suddenly came to Arthur's mind, and a sneer escaped from his teeth.

"Secretly filming Sifu? Do you think I'm dead?"

He never expected that what he was worried about would happen so early. Asses sneered and became more determined to send Susanna to Africa.

He waved the envelope dropped by the wooden bird and floated it up. He turned back to the tent, opened the envelope completely, and took out the letter sandwiched in the middle.

The letter was written in Susanna's handwriting, briefly explaining the situation in Britain, focusing on the situation at Hogwarts.

Voldemort is not in the UK now. To be honest, Artes is not worried about the situation in the UK. Instead, he is more worried about whether the potion master has eaten on time, slept well, and whether he is angry with the blind students.

He browsed through the messages above sadly, his mind still distracted by thinking about when he could go back.

Soon, he saw the explanation behind the photo.