HP: Embrace the Darkness

Joel paused and looked at Draco suspiciously, the ominous premonition in his heart getting stronger.

And this feeling seemed a bit familiar, as if he had felt it countless times somewhere or with someone.

"Master Malfoy, if you have any questions, please tell me. I can accept it."

He thought as he walked towards Draco.

"It's not a big deal, Grandpa Joel, come on, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Draco smiled brightly and greeted Joel.

His back was facing the light from the door, and his platinum-blonde hair hung softly on his forehead. When illuminated by the light, and paired with his bright smile, he really looked a bit innocent, well-behaved and sensible.

Joel walked even slower.

This familiar feeling became even stronger.

So is the foreboding feeling.

"I won't sit down, Master Malfoy, please don't tell your poor old butler that you are inviting parents to go to Hogwarts."

Yes, Joel remembered who's face he had seen Draco's smile on.

It's Suzanne.

Susanna, who made a mistake in Durmstrang, always asked him to go to school to deal with the aftermath with this smile on her face every time she came back.

Unexpectedly, Susanna could lead a "ruly" young master into evil in just one vacation.

Joel gritted his teeth and sharpened his mind to Susanna who had increased his workload.

Far away in the newspaper office, Susanna, who was arrogant, happy, and lawless, suddenly felt a chill behind her, and she secretly complained in her heart.

Didn’t you send photos?

what happened?

Photos not exciting enough?

But she couldn't spy on Professor Snape taking a bath, or she would be poisoned!

The trembling Susanna began to wonder how to take more photos and send them over, so as to preserve her happy and happy life.

She completely forgot how many days she had not received the letter.

Draco, who was unintentionally tricked by Susanna, was still trying to smile at Joel.

"I'm not asking the parents, but... I want to ask Grandpa Joel something, what is my brother doing recently?"

Draco learned his lesson and quietly used Occlumency when testing Joel without revealing his random guesses.

"Master Asseth..."

After hearing that the parents were not invited, Joel visibly relaxed and sat down on the sofa.

"Why are you asking this question, or did someone ask you to come over and ask me?"

Draco's expression management was not enough in front of Snape and Artes, not to mention the mature Joel, who could see the weirdness and unnaturalness of Draco's expression at a glance.

"I...want to know."

Draco vaguely brought up the topic.

He didn't know if other people knew about everything he saw at the Prince Manor, so he could only do his best to deal with and conceal it for the two of them.

Being with a man, after all, goes against the requirement of heir marriage - to give birth to the next generation of heirs.

Right, what about the next generation of Cavendish heirs? It can't be cut off.

The Malfoy family has very few heirs, with almost only one child per generation. Draco, who came from the Malfoy family, obviously did not think of another possibility and was worried about the future of his brother and the dean.

Joel raised his eyebrows meaningfully, a little surprised by Draco's attitude, and also looked at Draco with admiration.

"Well, since you want to know, I suggest you ask Professor Snape at Hogwarts. I remember he is your Potions Professor?"

Draco froze for a moment and raised his head in disbelief, "Ask...Ask Professor Snape? Why?"

why?

Joel sneered and said regretfully:

"Master Malfoy, you may not believe it, but I have to tell you with regret that Master Artes sends me a letter every week, and a letter to Professor Snape every day. "

The letter sent by Arthur was sent to Hogwarts through Susanna's hands. Susanna knew it, which meant everyone in their family knew it, so Joel knew everything about it.

Draco: "..."

I thought his brother was outrageous, but I never thought his brother was so outrageous and could do such a blatant thing.

Then what else is he hiding?

He must be a fool for trying so hard to hide it just now.

Draco was speechless. Then he thought about the purpose and the person who asked him to come, and his tone became more hesitant.

"But... our dean asked me to come here to inquire. It seems he didn't receive the letter?"

Recalling Snape's state of uncertainty and explosions for several consecutive days, Draco briefly estimated the time in his mind.

"About four days."

Hearing that Artes had not sent a letter for four days, Joel's expression gradually became serious, "Are you sure?"

Draco nodded affirmatively.

"If there was no alarm, there would definitely be no danger to life. No matter how much more, I don't know."

Joel said, then pondered for a moment.

"In this case, you go back first and don't delay class. By the way, tell Professor Snape not to worry. I'll ask Susanna later. She passed on Asseth's letter. Maybe she forgot to forward the letter."

Draco took note of Joel's words and returned to the Hogwarts cellars to tell Snape.

Joel doesn’t know either?

Snape was deep in thought, his knuckles on the table slightly bent, tapping rhythmically on the table.

true or false?

Draco carefully looked at Snape's expression, but unfortunately he was not knowledgeable enough. After looking for a long time, he didn't see anything, so he could only ask tentatively.

"Dean, can I leave?"

Snape looked at him lazily and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

Finally able to leave!

Draco was relieved, and without saying a word, he rubbed oil on his soles and ran towards the cellar door.

After exiting the cellar door, he took a deep breath with confidence and patted his chest desperately to feel relieved.

I don't know why, but he was not very afraid of Snape even though he had Artes' relationship with him, but he felt a lot of pressure standing in front of Snape.

I don’t know where the pressure comes from.

Draco left with confusion.

Without Draco's careful control but still rapid breathing, the cellar instantly became quiet.

Suddenly, Snape looked down at his hands.

There used to be a blessing there that could sense the other person's position, but it was cut off by his own hands.

No, it should be said that it is blocked.

I don’t know if I can still…

Snape hesitated and looked at his little finger. If he remembered correctly, the blessing was at this position.

Want to try to untie it?

But if he untied it, he...

The fingertips unconsciously caressed the ring body while thinking.

Snape lowered his eyes slightly, and the soft and warm light lightly caressed the side of his face, passed through his deep black eyes, and fell on the long, strong, well-jointed hands.

There is a silver tail ring.