HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces was silent for a long time, put the box down involuntarily, and took two steps back.

Of course, he didn't mean to dislike it.

But he believed that no one would touch something that could confuse people at will. In other words, the ring might have been spit in, and there was most likely a little saliva left on it, and it could not be ruled out that there was also some saliva around the box.

Drool, you still have to keep a distance.

Thinking like this, Asseth took out his handkerchief and wiped the fingers that had touched the box carefully.

Seeing the tea on Joel's table, he was a little moved and couldn't help it. He brought the tea to wet the handkerchief and wiped it carefully a second time.

After wiping, he saw that there was still tea left inside, so he poured himself a cup and used the warm tea to soothe his frightened little heart.

Joel was still immersed in his own world, shook his head in confusion and sighed.

"I wonder if it's because I'm getting old and my ideas can't keep up with those of you young people. Your mouth is obviously for eating, so why do you dare to put anything in your mouth?"

Familiar words came out of Joel's mouth, and Asseth seemed to be back to last night. Various scenes of blushing and heartbeat emerged, and he took a sip of tea unnaturally.

"The same goes for Gavin, and the same goes for Susanna. They dare to put anything in their mouths. Is it delicious?" Joel hated iron for not becoming steel at first, but then he changed his words and said seriously, "Master, you must not imitate them!"

"Cough, cough, cough—"

He originally thought of drinking tea to calm himself down, but Joel said something shocking. Asses was unprepared and choked suddenly, followed by an uncontrollable cough.

Joel looked at Asseth in confusion and was shocked when he saw that his face was red from coughing. "Why are you so careless? Quick, take a deep breath and keep your breathing smooth."

Aces waved his hands and struggled to control his breathing, "I cough...it's okay."

"Why do you cough when you talk about this?" Joel was suspicious, his voice suddenly turned serious, "You must have been led astray by them, right?"

Artes recovered from his cough, drank tea slowly and calmly, and said calmly: "Grandpa Joel, do you think I hate dirty things so much that I can eat randomly?"

Indeed, this young master wanted to stay three meters away from the box that might have been stained with saliva. How could he eat randomly like those two fools?

Joel felt relieved and pushed the box over, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

"Grandpa Joel, help me open it." Asseth stood a distance away, the magic at his fingertips ready to go.

Joel felt more at ease, took out a handkerchief and laid it on top of the box, opened it, then stood up, came to Ass's side, and looked inside the box with him.

In the box, there is a simple, rough-crafted ring. The ring is also inlaid with a black gemstone engraved with some kind of medallion, shining with a bewitching light.

Thick black mist floated away in strands. As if sensing the sight of the two people, the black mist floated out and condensed into a human figure whose face could not be seen clearly.

Asseth looked at the black shadow thoughtfully. This feeling seemed a bit familiar, Mo Ran?

That's wrong, there is no record that a Horcrux can turn into an Obscurus, or is this something Voldemort created uniquely?

The curious Horcrux aroused Artes's interest, and he did not mind that there might be saliva on the box. He took two steps forward and wanted to study the soul in front of him.

My hand reached halfway and was grabbed by someone.

Asseth looked over his hand in confusion, and smiled helplessly when he saw Joel's worried eyes.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Joel. I'm very conscious. I don't want to put on the ring. I just want to take a closer look. At most, I can touch this soul."

Joel still frowned and didn't let go of his hand.

He always felt that this soul gave him a very depressing feeling, so it was better not to have contact with it.

One wants to see, the other doesn't let go.

The two were in a stalemate for a while.

The black mist-like soul floated forward a few steps, and its head, whose face could not be seen clearly, shook from side to side, as if weighing.

Artes couldn't help but shake off Joel's hand, so he stared at the black mist, trying to make him float over by himself, so that Joel would have no reason to stop him.

Among the two people who were glaring at him or looking at him, the black mist decisively chose the one who was looking at him, and floated towards Asseth, with bewitching whispers also approaching.

Artes was overjoyed and raised his eyebrows at Joel. Joel stared at the black fog warily. Seeing the black fog getting closer and closer, he had no choice but to let go of Artes's hand. He picked up the wand and pointed at the black fog. Fog, ready to go.

The soul of the black mist floated in front of Asseth, and the black mist from all directions rushed toward Asseth like a giant net, dragging him to the illusory world with its claws and fangs.

Aces gave Joel a look, telling him not to worry, then deliberately relaxed his body, suppressed the magic power that wanted to fight back, and allowed the black mist to lead him to a familiar grassland.

It's Spider End Alley.

He immediately realized where this was.

Thinking of the potion master's influence on him, Asseth cautiously released a small white tiger.

Contrary to what Artes expected, the person who appeared in front of him was not little Sif in his childhood, but a potion master who was obviously more mature than he was now.

Snape did not come to Spider-End Alley alone, there was a strange and familiar person beside him.

Red-haired woman with green eyes.

Aces recognized it uncertainly for a while, then slowly suggested a name.

"Lily Potter."

Lily followed Snape. Snape's pace was fast and long, with no intention of waiting. Lily almost had to jog to keep up.

"Severus, slow down." Lily stopped and shouted to Snape in front of her.

Artes frowned. His gentlemanly demeanor prevented him from speaking ill of a lady, so he simply came to Snape and turned his back on her.

When he came to Snape, he realized that something was wrong with Snape's expression.

As if he was impatient with the people following him, Snape's brows were furrowed so tightly that he could almost kill a fly, and his eyes were filled with indescribable annoyance.

At the same time, his pace did not slow down. He just tilted his head and gave a cold warning in the same impatient tone he used to deal with the troublemaking little wizard at Hogwarts: "I told you, don't follow me."

Artes moved closer to examine Snape's expression and found that he was indeed really annoyed that Lily was following him. It was not a matter of duplicity or awkwardness.

This attitude is not quite right.

Aces was a little confused.

Didn't he relax some restrictions on memory and provide some specious memories as materials for Voldemort's Horcruxes? Why is there such a big sense of violation?

While Asseth was still thinking, Lily ran after him and grabbed Snape's arm.

"Severus, listen to me, people cannot be resurrected. There is no need for you to go there every day. It will not help. You should live a good life so that you will not let down..."

Lily's voice gradually disappeared, and Asseth looked up, only to notice that Snape's expression became very terrifying, and he showed a twisted smile.

"Can't people be resurrected after death?"

He read slowly.

Lily nodded blankly and took back her hand, "Yes...yes, is there any problem?"