HP: Embrace the Darkness

This burrowing creature should be a large creature like a jaguar. The dug cave is enough to accommodate an adult, with some room left.

Voldemort ducked in sideways.

The large black masses of mosquitoes are like an army approaching the city. Wherever they pass, they will not let go of those who can bite.

Hearing the "buzzing" sound approaching, he subconsciously held his breath and concentrated on what was going on outside.

The sound got closer and closer, and the dense itch penetrated into the bone marrow with the sound.

Voldemort gritted his teeth and forced himself not to care about the discomfort in his body. He controlled his limbs and remained motionless, preparing to wait until the mosquitoes outside passed before he went out.

However, as we all know, once a person maintains a movement for a long time, all the discomforts all over the body will suddenly appear in a concentrated manner.

Either it hurts here or itches there.

Every small feeling will be infinitely magnified in that one second of stillness, challenging the endurance limit of the body's senses.

Unfortunately, Voldemort found himself in such a strange and delicate state.

The skin that had just been bitten suddenly swelled up into a big red bump. It was swollen and itchy, and there was something wrong with the whole body.

The first time he felt something was wrong, the Dark Lord, who had always wanted to be strong in his life, held back with his will.

Then came the second and third time.

The feeling gradually intensified each time.

After the fifth time, he couldn't help it anymore.

It's not because my will is not strong enough, nor because I don't want to be strong, but because I feel the pain of bites on my arm - a mosquito has flown in.

After the first mosquito flew in, it spread from ten to ten. They quickly found every opportunity and flew from the hole in the corner to the tree hole one after another.

Voldemort suddenly realized that his behavior just now couldn't be more stupid. He put himself in a space that was not sealed, trying to avoid mosquitoes smaller than him.

This is not catching a turtle in a urn, what is it?

So it wasn't that he didn't want to find a place to hide, but that there were no corners or crevices in the rainforest that mosquitoes didn't dare to go to, and it would be useless for him to hide in them.

What's more, he didn't prepare anything when he came. He didn't bring any clothes, food, or medicine.

He didn't even bring a second set of clothes. He only carried a wand and a map. When he was tired and sleepy, he would find a place to sleep in a tree, or transform into a smaller and simpler room to rest.

Recalling the hardships and embarrassment of the past few days, Voldemort's anger grew stronger and stronger, and the sound of mosquitoes buzzing like wanton mockery kept coming from his ears.

Voldemort became so angry that he went crazy.

Green light once again bloomed in this small space, and countless mosquitoes fell one by one.

On the ground covered with mosquitoes, beneath the layers of rotting leaves and branches, a faint light shone.

At the same time, Asseth, who was hiding in the tent, drinking tea and reading a book, heard the sound outside suddenly weakened. He was startled and looked towards the transparent curtains of the tent.

The transparent curtains vaguely revealed the situation outside - the overwhelming black gradually receded, and the warm skylight leaked out, dispelling the haze.

Mosquitoes leaving?

Asseth covered the book in his hand, got off the sofa, and quickly walked to the tent to check the details through a small hole.

The mosquitoes were indeed leaving, not just in small groups, but in large groups. The sound faded instantly and was almost inaudible.

There were very few mosquitoes around the tent now, about a hundred or so, flying around like headless flies.

No, not flying around.

Aces frowned and studied the flight path of the mosquito carefully. When he saw the mosquito falling to the ground shortly after leaving and making no sound, he finally found a more suitable word.

"Is this...escape?"

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his heart.

If a creature can be made to flee in fear, there is only one possibility - a more powerful creature or natural enemy appears.

Powerful magic rippled out from the fingertips.

The creatures hiding in the dark and ready to attack were all exposed to the feedback of magic power, including ants, poisonous insects, and brightly colored poisonous snakes. However, none of these creatures could force the mosquitoes to flee.

Aces checked back and forth several times, but still couldn't find any clues that could drive away the mosquitoes.

He thought for a moment and extended his magic power underground, following the mosquito corpse all the way to Voldemort.

Voldemort stood motionless, and the almost imperceptible magic appeared in a circle on the ground surrounding him, still shrinking inward silently.

"How could such weak magic appear here? Is this what Voldemort is looking for?"

Between the magic power and the long distance, Artes couldn't see Voldemort's confused eyes and expression, and could only guess on his own.

But not long after, his eyes became strange.

Is this a magic circle?

Voldemort came all the way here to find a hundred ways to kill himself?

When Ace thinks this way, he is not being alarmist.

You must know that although the magic power surrounding Voldemort on the ground seems weak now, it will eventually converge along a fixed trajectory, and its lethality will not be small.

Not to mention Voldemort, Dumbledore stood there without protection and ended up dead.

Voldemort, a mute man who was presumed to be seeking death by Artes, ate Coptis chinensis and was unable to express his sufferings.

He stood motionless, not even casting the Iron Armor Curse on himself, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't move at all and couldn't do it.

The ghost knows when and how this magic power appears. As soon as it appears, it restrains his movements and makes him wait quietly for death.

It had been a long time since he had felt powerless. Voldemort didn't know how to describe his feelings, so he could only try his best to break free.

The skinny fingers fought against the magic power, causing frightening veins that looked fragile on the pale hands.

Asseth only hesitated for a moment, but Voldemort had already broken open some of the restrictions and was in the process of taking the second step - destroying the magic circle in turn.

From such a distance, Artes could not see the true situation of the magic circle, so without hesitation, he dismantled the tent and prepared to watch Voldemort's death-seeking behavior at close range and record it on the way.

After putting away the dismantled tent, Asseth disappeared from the spot, replaced by a noble and inviolable white tiger that raised its head proudly.

The white tiger circled the open space twice, slowly feeling the intimidating power of being at the top of the food chain - the king of the forest.

After all, he made a fool of himself.

Of course, the human body cannot survive in the rain forest, but the white tiger of Animagus is different.

The white tiger is a member of the forest. As the king of the forest, it is at home in the forest, and the same type of rain forest is also very different.

It has rough skin and thick flesh, so there is no need to fear various creatures in the rainforest. Mosquitoes cannot bite through it, and no creature can escape the white tiger's perception and kill it when it is on high alert.

The white tiger licked the hair on the back of his paws, lowered his body gracefully and slowly, and let out a low growl in his throat that symbolized a warning.

The sound waves follow the wind and are sent to the distant sky.