HP: Embrace the Darkness

The sun broke through the darkness, and the sleeping Hogwarts came to life. Facing the first ray of sunlight, Grindelwald, lying on the sofa in the principal's office, opened his eyes.

As soon as I woke up, all the muscles in my body regained consciousness, and all the bones felt like they had been crushed. All kinds of pains continued to come, and the headache after a hangover was not absent.

"Damn it."

Grindelwald's desire to stay in bed reached its peak, and then was crushed by Dumbledore with a "snap".

"It's time for you to go to class. There are about five minutes left for you to prepare." Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald got up full of resentment, took two minutes to pack himself up, ran out of the principal's office in a hurry, and bumped into "Snape" on his way to class in the corridor.

Snape, who was reunited with Arthur, had quick eyes and quick feet. He took three steps back to avoid Grindelwald's cannonball attack, and even grabbed a handful of the cannonballs.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the little wizard's appraising gaze. He threw away his hand with a sullen face and sneered in mockery.

"It turns out that there are still some people who can't even walk and bump into other people without using their eyes at all."

The little wizards walked over with expressions of "That's it, we've got it right." Most of them didn't dare to look directly at the angry Potions Professor, while a small number of them were curious and couldn't help but observe the development of the matter.

Grindelwald was worried about class, and his face turned dark when Artes made some strange remarks.

"Why do I think you didn't look at the road and blamed all the problems on other people? Is this your politeness as a professor?"

"If you think you have manners as a professor, then get out of the way, polite professor."

Aces got up early this morning to clean up the garbage, brought back two snakes, and then hurried back to class. He really didn't want to waste time here.

He casually responded to Grindelwald's rebuttal, cast a sidelong glance with a cold face, turned around and left.

Grindelwald also had to go to class. He couldn't hold his breath and left with the same cold face.

After finishing the first class in the morning, Artes returned to the cellar without stopping.

There was silence in the cellar, and the breakfast placed when he left in the morning remained unchanged. Asseth frowned, took off his black robe, turned and walked into the bedroom.

"Sev? Are you awake?"

The bedroom was quiet, no voice responded, only the steady sound of breathing.

Hearing the sudden change in breathing, Asseth walked to the bed with gentle steps, "Sif?"

Snape turned over impatiently and continued to remain silent to the end. So what if he woke up? Couldn't he just lie down for a while?

Aces sat on the edge of the bed amused.

Just as the Polyjuice Potion was about to expire, he lay down and hugged Snape, who was wrapped in a quilt. "Since he's not awake yet, that's good. Let's sleep for a while."

Who wants to sleep for a while?

Snape suddenly opened the quilt, glared at Artes, and got up to wash up and have breakfast.

Aces laughed silently in the quilt, and then got up to change clothes. He had other things to do today, and it was his limit to stay in Hogwarts to finish his classes.

Outside the bedroom, Snape ate his breakfast in silence. When he saw Artes coming out neatly dressed, the breakfast in his mouth suddenly lost a little taste.

He took a few bites absently, "Leave now?"

"Well, let's go now."

Artes straightened the folds of his clothes, walked over, bent down and kissed Snape.

"I will not leave the British magical world this time. If Sif welcomes me..."

Snape narrowed his eyes and chose to turn a blind eye to Artes' eyes that shone with expectation. He continued to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened, "Then let's go."

Arthur didn't hear what he wanted to hear, so he reluctantly moved to the fireplace. As he moved back, he looked at Snape eagerly, expecting his invitation.

When he walked into the fireplace, he still heard no sound. He gave up and prepared to leave.

"If you have time."

The moment the flames lit up, Artes saw Snape's lips through the flames. His eyes lit up. Just as he was about to say something, he returned to Cavendish Manor.

Thinking that he might be kicked out if he went back now, Asseth suppressed his joy and went upstairs to find Joel.

Joel was waiting in the study early in the morning.

When I received the news that Artes would be back late, I didn't leave. Instead, I reorganized the letters I wanted to send to Artes, and sorted them out more and more.

When Asseth walked into the study, he saw letters as high as a mountain. He suspected that Joel did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.

"Grandpa Joel, these are all mine?"

Joel nodded and put a few more letters on top, "Of course it's yours, all of them."

"Why do I think there aren't that many?" Asseth came closer, flipped through it, and asked suspiciously when he saw the envelope that had obvious signs of being opened and read.

"Maybe it's an illusion?" Joel answered all questions, and the smile on his face was just right.

Asseth still wanted to struggle, but Joel took out a box as expected, "I'm glad to see you again today, Master, this is what you want."

"What I asked for...did they get it back?" Asseth took the box in surprise.

Joel nodded seriously, "I got it back, but there were some losses in the process."

I don't know if it was the delusion of loving Asseth, but he actually saw a bit of shock, horror and a little lingering fear on Joel's face that had not changed for thousands of years.

This made Artes feel a little unsure. He held the box nervously and asked, "What loss?"

Joel did not answer, but made a suggestion: "Master, do you think we should hire a Muggle psychiatrist to pay attention to everyone's mental state regularly? We can't hide illnesses and avoid treatment."

Asses, who did not hide his illness but did have some mental illness, was even more panicked.

Is this pointing at him or pointing at him?

Impossible, he didn't use his own identity, and he didn't release relevant medical records and medicines. He was away from home all year round, so no one would know.

Asseth stabilized his mind and probed quietly: "Why do you say that, Grandpa Joel, is there anything wrong with their mental state?"

Joel's tone became heavy and surprised.

“This time to get the ring back, three people went there and lost a total of four arms and one tooth.

The person taking the ring was bewitched by the soul above and wanted to put the ring on. Gavin...he cut off their arms one second before they put on the ring.

The ring fell to the ground, and he thought he couldn't take it or bite it? If he couldn't disgust the soul with his saliva, he tied his arms, stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth, and used his mouth to pick up the ring on the ground.

Facts have proved that his idea was generally correct, or maybe the soul inside was really disgusted. After struggling for a while, after knocking out one of his teeth, there was no movement, and he took the ring back.

The problem is that he tied himself up with a piece of cloth and a ring in his mouth. The other two broke their arms and lost too much blood. It was no different from a coma. He lay there all night before he touched the communication pocket watch, and ended up with a piece of cloth and a ring in his mouth. I was blocked, speechless, and kept mumbling for a long time. "