HP: Embrace the Darkness

The tiger roared in the mountain forest, and the surrounding area became suspiciously quiet.

The white tiger walked nonchalantly and slowly left the clearing.

The next second he left, various rustling and scraping sounds of leaves sounded again.

In the shadows, a black animal appeared, its nostrils twitching slightly, sniffing the smell nearby.

As if afraid of the scent left by the white tiger, it did not stay too long, but kept a low posture and slowly retreated into the shadows.

The golden pupils are particularly eye-catching in the shadows.

A few steps away, the hiding white tiger quietly watched its cautious movements, tilting its head thoughtfully, its blue eyes shining with a strange light.

It really seems like...

The action of extending his claws to test is exactly the same.

The white tiger, also known as Aces, had a strong smile in his eyes, softening the murderous aura in the lines on his forehead.

After satisfying his strong curiosity, Bai Hu was finally willing to leave.

He lowered his body and jumped forward. His white figure was like an arrow flying from the string, flying quickly between trees. No matter how difficult the terrain was, it was as smooth as walking on the ground.

Five minutes later, the white tiger appeared on the big tree ten meters away from Voldemort, recovered his body, and fell into deep thought while watching Voldemort's strange movements below.

Who can tell him why Voldemort does...gymnastics in the wild?

If possible, Asseth wouldn't want to think about his opponents like this.

But Voldemort, who was standing in the clearing under the tree, had a ferocious look on his face. He raised his hand and stretched it back as hard as he could. His waist also leaned back with his hand. One side of his legs was raised while the other side stood firmly on the ground and remained motionless.

All of this made it difficult for him not to think about gymnastics.

Ace closed his eyes and opened them again.

Voldemort still maintained this weird posture, and seemed to be leaning further back, his expression became more ferocious, and his red snake eyes were widened.

Seeing what could be called the most incredible scene in the British wizarding world, Artes suddenly remembered that the content of tomorrow's letter had not yet been revealed.

Another look at Voldemort.

Isn't it coming?

His eyes lit up instantly. He held the tree trunk with one hand and took out the alchemy tool for recording images with the other hand.

The alchemy tool flashes red light and captures Voldemort's figure, transforming it into a moving image.

The two minutes of being unable to move were probably the most difficult two minutes of Voldemort's life.

Time goes back to five minutes ago.

At that time, Voldemort naturally broke the restriction on him, studied the map and directions, and prepared to continue fighting with this forest.

As soon as he lifted his foot, he couldn't move even before he took that step.

Fortunately, his hand was raised because he planned to destroy the magic circle before leaving.

Of course, Voldemort was not thinking about the safety of those who came after him, he just wanted to vent his anger.

Unfortunately, the magic circle was more powerful than he imagined, and it was layer upon layer, making it impossible to defend against.

He only broke the first layer of imprisonment. The second layer of imprisonment hidden under the first layer of imprisonment caught him off guard when he relaxed his vigilance.

Voldemort spent two seconds reflecting on himself, and another three seconds cursing the person who had imprisoned him in his mind before thinking about how to free himself.

The second level of imprisonment is even more powerful than the first level, not only imprisoning the body, but also imprisoning the magic power.

No matter how Voldemort tried to activate the magic power in his body, the magic power was like a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations.

After several attempts, he finally discovered a weakness in the magic circle that was not a weakness.

That is, the range of the magic circle's confinement is limited, and it is very small. It is about ten centimeters past his heel. As long as he moves here, he will not be affected by the magic circle's confinement of magic power.

If it were normal times, this distance would not be as much for Voldemort as he could move in one step. It would be no problem to move however he wanted.

But this time was different from the past. He couldn't move even one centimeter, let alone ten centimeters.

I have to say that the distance of ten centimeters was chosen just right, not too far or too long.

When the person trapped in the magic circle first learned about it, he felt like he was in heaven. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he could do it even if he worked hard, and he suddenly became hopeful.

It can be said that they are both far away and close at hand, trying to grasp the psychology of the trapped people.

The bad taste in it is also self-evident.

Voldemort: "..."

Who is so sick as to engage in such a magic circle?

He opened his eyes wide and looked around hard, but saw no one.

Suddenly, Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief. He was just glad that he was the only one here and no one would see his miserable state.

Thus, there was a scene that Artes saw - Voldemort doing gymnastics.

Time returned to the present. Voldemort tried his best to lean back, and finally used his twisted posture to free his magic power. He quickly manipulated his magic power to break the confinement of the magic circle on him.

"clatter--"

There was a sound like it was stretched to the limit and breaking.

Voldemort fell back heavily and sat down on the ground. His black clothes instantly changed color when they were stained with the rot and dirt on the muddy ground.

But he didn't have time to worry about his clothes now. Various throbbing pains caused by posture problems came from his newly recovered body, which attracted all his attention.

Looking at Voldemort sitting on the ground in a panic, Artes deliberately zoomed in on the recording, anticipating his next move.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Voldemort was still motionless, Artes put away the alchemy tools with great pity.

It seems that tomorrow I can only share the curious story of Voldemort doing gymnastics with Sif.

Voldemort, who was secretly photographed and was about to share it as a joke, had no idea. He sat with a gloomy face, waiting for the physical pain to pass.

After the pain in his muscles and bones dissipated, Voldemort stood up, twirled the wand with his fingers, raised it, and then stabbed it into the ground. The curse that could restrict the flow of magic spread along the tip of the wand.

The magic power destroys the glowing lines one by one, and various subtle, twig-like lines affect the whole body, causing the collapse to spread uncontrollably.

Asseth suppressed a smile, raised his eyes, and looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

The more distant and more powerful magic circle revealed some clues due to Voldemort's spare no effort in injecting magic power. Just by relying on the outermost lines, he could feel how terrifying the magic circle as a whole was.

Is this the magic circle Grindelwald mentioned?

No, that's not right.

Aces carefully recalled the magic circle recreated in Nurmengard.

Not much like this.

It's even less likely to be an enlarged version of that magic circle.

Aces narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.

Rather than saying it is an enlarged version, it is not that this magic circle is a strengthened and strengthened version of the magic circle Grindelwald said combined with other magic circles.

After all, it can be so large and powerful only by connecting multiple different magic arrays to form a brand new magic array.

Maybe the magic circle at Voldemort's feet was also a part of it.

The germaphobic Asseth was thinking while taking out his handkerchief and wiping off the tree trunk dust on his hands.

I've seen enough fun, and I've found the clues I wanted, although it's not quite what I expected. It's time to go.

After wiping his hands, Asseth patted the dust on his body and made sure he was clean before jumping off the tree.

A white light flashed, and the white tiger turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.