HP: Embrace the Darkness

Susanna looked at the campfire stand. Although it was larger, it was exactly the same as the one she had set up outside.

"That's almost it. Everyone, give way. I'll sprinkle the kerosene. Be careful not to get any kerosene on you."

Susanna waved her arms and drove the people and animals around her to the side. She took out a bucket of kerosene, raised her hand, and the kerosene goddess scattered the flowers towards the bonfire frame.

After going around the campfire frame and dousing it all with kerosene, she took out a bow and arrow and a rocket made of kerosene, and handed it to Asseth.

"Come on, dear nephew, cum on top."

The bow and arrows Susanna took out were not ordinary, and Asseth realized this as soon as he took over.

The heavy feel, round luster, smooth curves, and completely different appearance from the British longbow.

"You really think highly of me, and you're not afraid that I won't do it."

He complained, but his movements did not stop.

Stand, nock the arrow, ignite the arrow tip with magic, push the bow, draw the string, draw the bow - and shoot.

The arrow is centered on the top of the campfire stand.

Fragmented sparks ignited the dead leaves, and a small flame emerged tremblingly, flickering, bouncing back and forth between burning and extinguishing.

Everyone and beast held their breaths, watching the little flame struggling to survive.

At this time, the evening wind blew.

The small flames moved with the wind, crackling and spreading downwards, and the gorgeous fire trees suddenly bloomed in the pupils.

The warmth broke through the coldness of the night, selflessly embracing all living things, and the firelight reflected each person's expressions differently, but with the same softness.

The moment the fire tree bloomed, Grindelwald's eyes fell on Dumbledore's hair.

He remembered that Al's hair color was once more dazzling than flames and as bright as summer.

But Grindelwald didn't know that Dumbledore, who was watching him, had the same idea.

The burning flame was brilliant in an instant, evoking the old man's distant memories of golden millet, flamboyant love, and two equally hot hearts.

The blond boy who was more dazzling than the sun in the sky had left the deepest mark on his heart.

He couldn't deny it.

His heart that had been cold and hard for many days was still softened. He caught a glimpse of Grindelwald's small movements from the corner of his eye. Dumbledore sighed, but after all, he did not refuse Grindelwald's approach.

Grindelwald curled his lips quietly.

He made the right choice.

A "Fire Tree" brought back their shared memories and brought them closer together again.

Maybe there is still a gap between hearts, but he knows that this gap is destined to exist and cannot be erased. It can only carry him through the rest of his life.

But that's enough, isn't it?

The half of Grindelwald's face, hidden in the shadows and not illuminated by the firelight, had no expression at all, showing an astonishing calmness, and his pupils dancing in the firelight were obscure.

In order to ensure that the flames would not cause harm to people and animals, Susanna had been hanging around the campfire, always paying attention to the movements of the cubs.

Wandering next to Grindelwald and accidentally catching a glimpse of this unusual scene, Susanna felt her heart click and break.

No interview yet?

Is this a relationship breakdown?

Look at those calm and fierce eyes. They don't look like they are immersed in love. She went blind to take pictures of this so-called mysterious lover.

Susanna gritted her teeth in her heart, wishing she could use a knife to cut Grindelwald who deceived her feelings into pieces.

She also got bitten by mosquitoes many times!

Grindelwald noticed Susanna's gaze and gave Susanna a cold look with warning in his eyes.

Susanna is not afraid of Grindelwald, but she does not want to ruin the bonfire party that she finally managed to achieve.

So even though he scolded Grindelwald in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, he just gave Dumbledore a look of sympathy.

It's so miserable to still be deceived emotionally at such a young age.

Wiping away her non-existent sympathy, Susanna braced herself to pay attention to the most promising couple at the scene.

According to their positions, diagonally opposite Dumbledore and Grindelwald were Arthas and Snape. Artess had more or less seen the scene just now.

He frowned slightly and said nothing.

The relationship between the two was too complicated and troublesome, and he didn't want to get involved if it wasn't necessary.

Rather than caring about them, it would be better to try to push the envelope further. With a smile on his face, Asseth quietly held Snape's hand while everyone was paying attention to the fire tree.

The fingers are intertwined and interlocked.

When Snape looked over, he smiled at him and silently mouthed: "I love you."

The bonfire was burning brightly, but Snape felt the hotter flames crawling from their interlocked fingers all over their limbs, almost burning away his sanity.

He pursed his lips and looked away with difficulty.

The deep pupils reflected the dead leaves that turned to ashes after being burned, and he trembled unconsciously, with a slight chill on his fingertips.

Aces felt something was wrong and let go of his hand slightly, not wanting his wrist to be grabbed the next second.

Snape used so much force that the veins on the back of his hand popped out, blue and white, showing a biting coldness.

The gap between the wrist bones was squeezed, making a tooth-piercing friction sound, but Asseth's expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his wrist, and he didn't resist, letting himself be in the imprisoned situation.

After a long while, the force of the restraint on his wrist became stronger and stronger, and he finally bent his wrist with great effort, gently scratched the back of the "violator's" hand, leaned over lazily, lowered his voice, and made it sound like a vague whisper in a teasing way.

"I can't run, why do I hold on so tightly?"

Snape was startled, and his hand suddenly relaxed.

Looking down, he discovered that there were five pale finger prints on the wrist that he had grabbed for a long time, and there was a faint redness around it.

"I……"

He wanted to say that he didn't mean it, he was just thinking about something, and he got distracted while thinking about it, and he didn't pay attention, but he was afraid that Asseth would ask him what he was thinking.

After thinking for a long time, Snape didn't know how to explain it, so he simply remained silent.

Aces moved his wrists casually a few times to loosen the stiff joints. He casually lifted up Snape's sleeves and glanced at the back of his pale hands.

The veins on the back of the hand have faded and are just pale.

When he raised his eyes again, the Potion Master's face was able to break out of the siege in the warm light and turned pale again.

Aces felt distressed and helpless.

Why does this person's awkwardness only irritate himself? Can't he just push things onto other people?

Even if it doesn't work, just push it on him.

Artes sighed silently, and gently hooked Snape's palm with his fingertips, drawing his eyes towards him.

"Why are you frowning again? I didn't say I wouldn't let you catch me. I... just thought that holding me would make us closer."

His tone was very soft, and he skipped the most important questions without any trace. What was revealed in his words was his usual gentleness and calm consideration.

Snape looked at Artes without turning his eyes, with complicated eyes. The thing that had troubled him just now was like a rootless leaf, lightly brushed away by Artes.

No trace was left behind.

"Is that okay? Sev."

As if unaware, Artes hooked Snape's sleeve with a smile on his face, and scratched the inside of his wrist with his fingertips.

Snape's fingers suddenly curled up.

The smile in Asseth's eyes deepened.

This was what he had accidentally discovered before. The Potion Master's wrist was very... sensitive.