HP: Embrace the Darkness

Nearly a thousand years!

Not a year, not a century.

He lived for almost a thousand years!

No one knows how he got here after so many years. He couldn't beat Merlin at first, couldn't beat those four bastards at lower levels, and there was a group of people in the middle who were not on the same side as him.

Haierbo wiped away bitter tears.

Let alone him, even Merlin and King Arthur on the other side, who doesn't want to die, otherwise there would be no differences and a breakup between the two.

"So, you all want to die?" Asseth said suddenly.

Haier Boyan nodded, "Maybe."

Anyway, he has had enough.

If he hadn't been unable to die, he would have dug a grave for himself, lay down in it, and waited for death.

"Some people pursue eternal life, even if they divide their souls. Some people don't want to die, and live in torment. Boy, don't you think it's ironic?"

Halbo turned back into a human, walked to the table, and poured tea for himself and Asseth.

Aces took the tea cup and took a sip of it shamelessly, "I thought you wouldn't..."

"Not what? Not world-weary?" Haierbo sneered disdainfully.

He seemed to find it too funny, and he laughed louder and louder. His laughter was shrill and miserable. Asseth touched his arm and waited quietly for him to finish laughing.

Tired of laughing, Haierbo returned to his half-dead state.

"Boy, you think too highly of us. No matter how long we live and no matter how strong we are, we are still in the human category. As long as we are human, we cannot truly break through the life span limit. Do you know why?"

At this time, Haierbo was like a real elder, following his teachings.

Aces thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "Because of loneliness?"

Haierbo nodded appreciatively, "You are right no matter what you say. The more detailed it is, it is that human beings have emotions. Emotions will make human beings gradually lose their sense of freshness and belonging to the world as the endless years pass, and they will become world-weary. Pessimism.”

He said with a wry smile.

"It's understandable that you will get tired of doing something too much, let alone endless years."

Seeing that Hai Erbo was not in a good mood, Assei paused and said, "Then you are tired of living. Last time I accidentally hit you, why have you kept thinking about it for so long? You are not afraid of death. What are you afraid of? "

Hearing this, Haierbo instantly forgot about his sorrow for spring and autumn, glared at Asseth fiercely, and roared loudly.

"You heard me clearly! I am tired of living, not a bitch! Don't confuse me with that!!!"

"I know, I know, don't worry, I'm just saying, I have no other meaning." Asses quickly joked to smooth things over.

Haierbo's face was expressionless, and he gave Asseth a look like this, and then changed the subject, "You should have met Voldemort?"

"I saw him, he... seems a little different from before?"

Haierbo was very disdainful of Ases's vain probing, "No need to probe, I can tell you clearly that I did some tricks on him."

"I can even tell you that it was just a little bit of pessimism on my part that kept him calm."

"Do you understand now?"

I understand, eternal life will lead to depression. Aces cursed secretly.

Haierbo couldn't understand what he was thinking, and mocked: "How are you better than us now?"

"Not much better." Asses laughed at himself.

The two looked at each other, feeling inexplicably sympathetic to each other. In the end, they couldn't help themselves.

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want, but don't involve Sif."

Haierbo waved his hand impatiently, "Can I still target a junior like him? Tsk, someone is coming."

The two looked towards the door.

Lucius outside the door didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little cold. Then he thought of Voldemort's order, and he felt even colder.

"Tuk-tuk-"

No matter how reluctant he was, Lucius knocked on the door and was about to reveal his identity, but belatedly realized that Voldemort had not told him Herbo's name.

I don’t know his name, how should he be called? You can't just call a snake, right?

If he did, he knew without a doubt that Voldemort would give him a killing curse.

"Well, no one knows anyway."

Lucius muttered, then raised his voice.

"Master, another master is waiting for you."

Haierbo turned back into a snake and said, "You can go alone. I want to see my work."

Aces happened to walk to the window. Before he opened the window, he heard Halbo calling Voldemort, and turned around in surprise, "Your work?"

"Don't forget, I researched the Horcrux."

After Haierbo answered and gave the signal with hiss, Lucius pushed the door open and walked in. At the same time, Asseth at the window disappeared.

……

Snape rarely came out for shopping today.

The weather is suddenly cold and the temperature difference is too big.

The number of young wizards with colds and fevers in Hogwarts was on the rise. He had refined all the inventory and could not supply it to the school doctor's office.

I have no choice but to go out and buy it myself.

"Stupid, brainless, cold trolls who don't even know how to put on clothes and have a snowball fight! Instead of wasting potions, it's better to lock them all in the castle and restrict their mindless behavior."

Snape cursed in anger, as if he was surrounded by substantial black energy. Every time he entered a store, the clerk inside was scared to death.

He hurriedly prepared what Snape wanted without bargaining, just begging him to leave quickly.

After all, there are not many wizards in the British magic world, and the Potions Professor has been in the industry for more than ten years and has taught more than a dozen students.

Most of those shop assistants were oppressed by the Potions Professor and were his former students.

Snape collected the things, paid the galleons, and frowned as he looked at the shivering clerk.

"'Mr. Moulton, it is hard to imagine that your hand tremors have not yet been cured."

Moulton lowered his head in despair. He knew that Professor Snape was still so fierce, but he didn't want his hands to shake. Couldn't he help it?

Merlin! Someone come and save him.

Moulton howled inwardly.

Perhaps hearing his call, a subtle cry broke the stagnant atmosphere.

"Hululu——"

Moulton quietly raised his eyes and followed the sound, and saw a young white cat sitting at the door, howling softly inside.