HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape keenly understood what Zafar was doing from Zafar's attitude. He pulled back his hand in embarrassment and responded to Zafar's question with silence as usual.

Zafar chuckled gently, and automatically classified Snape into the thin-skinned column in his mind, and stopped asking about personal emotional issues.

"Mind if I record the changes regularly? Severus."

Snape weighed it for a few seconds, feeling a little curious about the mark, and shook his head.

"do not mind."

Zafar raised his head slightly, the top of the horn on his head lit up with silver light, and honestly recorded the scene in front of him.

What looked like a photo floated down and landed on Zafar's head.

Silver light flashed quickly.

A book flew out of the wooden house, automatically turned to a certain page, and included the "photo" in it.

Snape once again refreshed Zafar's understanding.

This is not a unicorn. He is obviously a master similar to him, and he can record it with ease.

Zafar was satisfied and sent the book in, and then told Cynthia: "Cynthia, please take Severus back. I still have some things to do."

After giving instructions to Cynthia, it faced Snape.

"Severus, I just read it. There is no problem with the blessing. You can go back and try it slowly. If you try it twice more, you should be able to contact Asseth."

Zafar consciously and considerately took care of the thin-skinned human being and found a good step for him.

Snape nodded silently.

He finally understood. As long as he didn't speak, Zafar would look at him with understanding eyes and help him complete all the answers.

Cynthia blinked obediently, "Will the eldest father come and help me look after those cubs? They are really annoying beasts. Just take them for two days. I'll give myself a holiday."

"I made a note of it and will go when I have time."

Zafar shook his head helplessly and turned to Snape, who was staring at the mark and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Severus, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Snape nodded politely.

On the way back, Cynthia was jumping up and down with joy as she looked forward to the vacation she was about to have.

Snape followed it, but his thoughts had already drifted to an unknown distance.

He couldn't feel Aces' situation before, but after calling out his name, he felt it.

Aces seems to be trapped somewhere, and his life is indeed not in danger.

"You are really stupid." He cursed in a low voice, but the expression on his face was much more relaxed than when he came.

Back in the cellar, Snape sat back on the sofa and studied the mark on his hand in the warm light of the cellar.

...and by the way, let’s study how to get the stupid Artes back.

After knowing that he was just trapped, he was not in a hurry now, and even gave up looking for it.

Let Asseth have a longer memory.

So as not to make mistakes every day.

Snape snorted coldly, and the magic power carefully flowed to the mark, increasing it little by little, feeling the throbbing caused by different sizes of magic power.

The quill on the table captured his thoughts and recorded all the processes and feelings.

Ten minutes later, Snape sensed the direction and approximate distance of Artes, and stopped touching the mark with magic power.

Then he picked up the results of his quill.

There are dense records on the parchment.

After reading it, he put the parchment back on the table and looked at the mark of his little finger thoughtfully.

Throbbing.

It was as overbearing as the burning pain when Voldemort used the black film mark to convey his instructions, and could not be ignored.

The heart is the most important organ of the human body, and every beat cannot be ignored, not to mention the violent beating, which is a very existential throbbing.

Snape can guarantee that no matter what he is doing, he will feel it immediately.

But it won't actually cause any harm.

A comment that fit the mark of blessing suddenly appeared in Snape's mind.

Both domineering and gentle, with a full sense of proportion.

Yet he didn't hate the feeling.

This feeling reminded him of someone.

The quill abandoned on the table caught the thoughts that flashed through the owner's mind. Following the owner's wishes, he faithfully wrote the last comment on the parchment simply and clearly.

He is domineering yet gentle, well-measured, like Asseth, and not annoying.

The decorated fireplace was dancing with warm sparks, and the firelight illuminated this sentence even more ambiguously.

While Snape was experimenting with the different reactions of the mark under different amounts of magic power, Artes on the other side was working hard to change the magic circle back.

With power, Master Cavendish is crazy, making every magic mark without thinking.

The remaining 20%, which is 80% of the progress, was instantly pushed to 90%.

The speed is faster than the previous two days combined.

There is no way, a Potions Master who is obsessed with new things may not feel anything because of concentration.

But Asses, who was doing nothing in the cave, was driven crazy by the ever-increasing throbbing.

The thoughts he had accumulated over the past few days grew like weeds, occupying his entire body and mind in an instant, making it difficult to calm down.

He wanted to see the Potions Master, now and immediately.

Aces became fierce, split his magic power into four, and corrected four mistakes at the same time. He stood in the middle, calmly controlling the magic power in his hands.

The last ten percent was modified at lightning speed under four times the magic power output.

The moment it was completed, white light lit up in the cave and Asseth disappeared.

When they came, the road covered by thick branches and vines was savagely broken open by a white arrow, opening a road to the sky.

The surrounding leaves were impacted, rustling, and fell to the ground.

The white tiger galloped all the way without stopping.

In ten minutes, I just finished the journey that I had walked for several days.

Halfway through, he met the down and embarrassed Voldemort. The white tiger finally stopped and jumped up a tree large enough to bear the weight of the white tiger.

A white light flashed, and the white tiger turned back into Asseth.

Aces stood on the tree, looking at the embarrassed Voldemort below, and recalled what magic circles he saw on the way down to the cave.

Then, among those magic circles, I carefully selected a magic circle that was suitable for dealing with Voldemort and trapping him for a period of time, and used some small means to create movement and attract Voldemort there.

Voldemort, who was about to go crazy because of his obsession, had no sense at all and left without hesitation following the ethereal movement. His back was so firm.

Very good, without the annoying guy Voldemort, no one will bother them in the next few days.

Aces was satisfied with his knowledge.

Satisfied and thinking about the good days in the next few days, the white tiger ran three points faster.

After leaving the rainforest, people gradually appeared, and the white tiger disappeared again. Asses turned back into a human body, avoided human settlements, and continued on his way by apparating.

Enough magic power gave him the confidence to waste it, and he continued to disapparate all the way back to Hogwarts.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far. No matter how fast he went, it took Ass most of the day to reach Hogwarts in the dark.