HP: Embrace the Darkness

Susanna's explanation was very reasonable, and Asseth's expression improved a lot.

If he just passed by and took a photo, it wouldn't be unacceptable. At least the photo was in his hands now.

Speaking of the photo, it was so sudden that he didn’t have time to take a closer look.

Aces became interested and changed to a more comfortable position to lie on the sofa.

He rested his head with one hand and held up the photo with the other hand. He used the lamp that came with the tent to look at the photo in his hand carefully.

There is no light in the photo, almost everything is dark.

In the dim darkness, Snape, dressed in black robes, still stood out particularly eye-catchingly.

When he looked back, his sharp eyes seemed to break through the photo and pierce the person spying on him.

When it fell into the eyes of other people, this look was enough to scare many people, but when it fell into the eyes of Asseth, this look... was somewhat seductive.

Sure enough, Voldemort should be killed quickly.

Aces covered his face with one hand, and the exposed half of his chin was slightly smiling, softening the sharp arc.

And the photo was carefully covered by his heart.

After receiving the photos, Aces looked like a car filled with gasoline and full of power.

Within a few days, traces of Voldemort were found along the map circled by Grindelwald and Susanna.

He thought that he should be grateful to Voldemort, who worked diligently, because he was clearing the wasteland in front of him, so he could walk smoothly behind him.

Master Cavendish, with branches and mud not touching his body, curled his lips happily. He wore a dark windbreaker that hugged his figure, outlining his wide shoulders and narrow waist.

The long legs took a careless step, not like venturing into a dangerous tropical rainforest, but more like shaking wine glasses at a banquet, chatting and laughing.

At the other end of the dense forest, Voldemort, with the word "wolf" written all over his body and his clothes stained with mud, waved his wand tirelessly and walked forward.

His movements were very regular. After taking a few steps, he stopped to look at the map in his hand, adjusted his direction, and from time to time had to clean up poisonous insects that dared to approach him.

Once again through an extremely thick wall of vines and branches, he stopped.

There is still green ahead, continuous green, as if green is the only color left in the world.

After facing the same scene for several days, Voldemort was now annoyed by the sight of green.

What's even more annoying is that he hasn't found what he's looking for and can't leave.

He waved his wand again to clear away the dense bushes and overlapping branches in front of him. The impatience on Voldemort's face became even more obvious.

"Damn waste, the information you better find is accurate, otherwise..."

The scarlet snake eyes glowed with an icy cold light.

"Click——"

Voldemort tightened his grip on his wand and quickly pointed it at the place where the sound came from.

The perennially dark and humid environment of tropical rainforests breeds many poisons that threaten human life.

He didn't know how many things he saw in one day just on the ground, let alone slightly larger creatures that could break branches.

That's a really deadly creature.

Voldemort waited for a while and then carefully walked over to investigate. His attention was entirely focused on the place where the noise came from, and he did not pay attention to his feet at all.

As soon as he stepped on it, the unknown creature exploded with strange-colored blood, mixed with the muddy soil after the rain, and eagerly climbed up the side of the shoe.

What's worse is that after years of sedimentation and moisture, a small swamp has formed here. If you step on it, half of your calves will sink into the swamp.

Voldemort has no mysophobia, and he can even step on the ground with bare feet, but this does not mean that he can accept that he is covered in dirt and his whole body is dirty.

The sudden drop in air pressure caused the sounds of insects around to subside a bit. Only the roar caused by the wind whistling through the leaves remained as noisy as before.

Voldemort cursed and pulled out his feet. He used magic spells to remove the dirt on his trousers. He also cleaned the body that had not been washed for several days.

That's all.

As a wizard, he wanted to use magic spells to clear this broken forest and get what he wanted.

Can not.

No matter how powerful a wizard is, there is a limit. It is unrealistic for his strength to level this forest.

The various poisonous creatures and hunting beasts inside alone are enough for him to eat a pot.

He couldn't even walk freely in the forest.

Voldemort's face suddenly darkened because of this fact, and he held the wand in his hand tighter and tighter.

"The great Dark Lord needs strength, a strength that no one or anything can resist."

The hissing sound, like a demon rising from the ground, drowned out all the sounds near him, and every word and every sound revealed Voldemort's unparalleled ambition.

Asseth seemed to be aware of it and glanced in Voldemort's direction through the dense branches.

His body, nourished by authority without sparing any effort, was far superior to that of ordinary people. Even from a distance, Voldemort's hissing could be heard.

"Strength?" He murmured to himself, "It's a pity, I don't want it, but I can't give it to you."

These words were blown away by the wind, and Asseth's figure completely disappeared from the spot.

The venomous snake, which had been squatting for a long time and was ready to spray venom, raised its head blankly, wondering why the prey that had broken into its territory disappeared.

From here on, Artes surpassed Voldemort.

The progress bars of the two are officially exchanged.

No less than Voldemort, who was in a period of aesthetic fatigue and didn't want to see this green patch of green. Soon after receiving the encouragement from the photo, Artes was very enthusiastic.

There were a total of twenty-four hours in a day, and he wished he could use all twenty-four hours in a day to travel.

Things that can be solved in one day will never waste his time the next day. He will only sleep for a while and continue on his way after having enough energy.

As long as he intercepts the magic circle in front of Voldemort, he can go back to see Sif, right?

With this idea in mind, Artes didn't rest when Voldemort stopped to rest.

Instead, he continued walking down, preparing to give Voldemort and Snape a different surprise.

Asseth didn't know how long he had been walking. He only knew that when he stopped again, the moon had already hung up in the sky and was shining faintly.

The trees in the forest are tall and dense. The leaves on the canopy and the vines entwining up cover the blue sky and the sun. Only the relatively gentle moonlight can shine through the gaps.

Aces stretched out his hand and received a little moonlight.

The cold moonlight fell on the palm of my hand, the light became brighter and brighter, and also became colder and colder.

The man's eyes reflected the moonlight in his palm, and his messy hair, which he casually grabbed without any wind, fell to his waist and ankles in just a few seconds.

Aces looked down at his own image in surprise, then stretched out his little finger, which was cleaner than the other fingers, to lift up his long, silky silver hair.

Except for the first time when I couldn't control the length of my hair, this is the longest I've ever had.

The ends of her hair almost fell to her ankles, swaying, and she could step on them by raising her feet slightly.

The rain forest with long hair that reached to his ankles was in constant danger, and he didn't even know where the danger would jump out from. Aces raised his wand and cut off the hair at the waist without any hesitation.

Silver hair fell down one after another.