HP: Embrace the Darkness

"How do vampires match Silverbee? Their ferocious nature, bottomless badness, and bloodthirsty and vulgar temperament are the prerequisites for their unpopularity. Their appearance is only the most insignificant and disgusting thing about them. Grandpa Joel, do you think so?"

Aces put his hands on the table, not wanting to avoid looking at the illusory projection of Joel.

"This is your choice, young master, I have no right to interfere." Joel had already anticipated his reaction, so he smiled and changed the topic.

"But I want to give you a piece of advice. If you can't keep your emotions under control, please don't use too close appellation. I am definitely not the only one who can sense the strong emotions contained in the name."

Artes recited Sifu silently, and immediately frowned, which was a bit obvious.

He knocked on the table and pondered for a moment, "I will pay attention. Thank you for reminding me, Grandpa Joel, this is very important to me."

"You're welcome, this is the steward's duty. One more thing, I think I may need to disturb your peaceful life, I'm sorry."

Joel took off his hat and elegantly took out several pieces of parchment and several obviously opened letters.

He unfolded the letters, revealing the family imprint of each letter, and at the same time raised the parchment, lowered his head and read the message on it.

"In the early hours of last night, Voldemort attacked the old Travers House and the Shafiq family. They were all found dead tragically at home this morning. The only ones who escaped were probably the two children who were studying at Hogwarts."

Aces recalled the students he had taught and found two young faces with bright smiles and a bit of shyness in his memory, and his tone became serious.

"Herbert Travers and Lena Shafiq, I remember they are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff respectively. They are both quite talented in alchemy."

Joel sighed, "This is bad news, no doubt. Unfortunately, no one expected that Voldemort would suddenly attack the two families. No one had time to stop him, and there were not even corpses..."

He paused and his tone became deeper.

"These two families have remained neutral all year round and have little contact with other families. No one dares to save their bodies under Voldemort's remaining power."

"Even if they dare, they don't have the right identity." Asses said with a headache, "Even if we can't do anything, only those two children can be justified if they come forward, but this is too cruel for them."

"You are right. The closest relatives of their family are Rolle and Selwyn who belong to Voldemort. The remaining relatives are not qualified to intervene."

After saying that, Joel waited for Asseth to make a decision.

"I will talk to Dumbledore and give the choice to those two children. At least they won't regret it. I can't control the rest."

Considering the short-lasting teacher-student friendship, Asseth proposed a compromise plan.

Thinking that he might be able to sway the hearts of the remaining neutral families, he asked Joel to arrange for a few people to help.

Joel smiled mysteriously.

"After the bad news, let's talk about the good news. The neutral families who received the news last night abandoned their so-called reserve and the idea of ​​​​selling for a price. Before dawn, they sent Tou Chengxin and sincerely hoped that You consider their belongings, in other words, Voldemort gave us a pretty big gift."

"This is indeed a great gift." A flash of light flashed in Asseth's eyes, "Let my cousin condemn Voldemort's actions without revealing the specific process. People's curiosity will drive them to find the truth, and they will find out the evidence themselves. I will believe it from the bottom of my heart.”

Joel nodded and took a note to write down.

"I remember that the Carter family's house is near the old Travers house? Tell my cousin to write an article, compare the two in a subtle way, and point out that the possible reason why the Carter family escaped was that they chose the right position."

Aces explained in an orderly manner.

"Well... Black is still guilty of the crime. In this case, let's put a reward together in the name of the Ministry of Magic, just to confuse the eyes of all parties."

Joel paused his writing quill, raised his head, and looked over meaningfully.

"Is it really confusing? Master."

Aces bent his eyes and curled his lips lazily.

"I have reminded him not to appear in front of me, but I found out that he sneaked into Hogwarts many times. This time, I will treat it as a small punishment but a big warning. Remember to send a letter in my name to warn him to keep it." Tail the dog, otherwise next time it will be more than just a bounty from the Ministry of Magic."

Joel felt the murderous intent, his expression became serious, and he solemnly wrote down Asseth's words.

Aces was playing with the potion and saw the crucible bubbling. He quickly added moonstone powder into it until they boiled.

"This is this?" After Joel recorded what Ases said, he looked at the black and purple potion in the crucible in surprise.

Asseth's expression remained unchanged as he carefully stirred the crucible.

"The potion invented by Sif is probably used to stabilize the soul? Last night, the savior and Nagini synesthetized. They killed people and saw Voldemort killing people. Later, they were mentally damaged. This is what they drank."

"Master, you should have told me earlier, so that I wouldn't receive so many letters in confusion."

Joel had no choice but to accuse himself of this morning.

"It was too late yesterday," Asses explained.

Of course, the most important thing is that he forgot.

Joel couldn't see his excuse and shook his head, "Master, is there anything else?"

Artes stopped stirring and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. "That's all for now. I'll go back to the manor after breakfast and chat with Dumbledore. I'll take my time with the rest."

"I wish you all the best." Joel smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared into the air.

Aces checked the other crucibles and made sure they were all right. He tightened his nightgown to get rid of the chill of the winter morning and returned to the bedroom to catch up on his sleep.

……

When he woke up, Asseth immediately touched the bedside.

However, his hand was grabbed and thrown away, and a gritted word was given.

"I thought I was wrong last night."

With his hazy eyes open, Artes saw the book held in Snape's hand, his brain suddenly awakened, and he was completely awake.

"Sev, I just came here for fun."

Snape sneered, pointing out that the above modification was still wrong, "Don't tell me, you gave me back all the potion knowledge you learned."

"Of course not." Assei defended somewhat breathlessly, "I just haven't had time to verify my idea. This is just a rough guess."

Snape glanced at the guilty Artes. After all, he was not as harsh as he was with the students who made mistakes. He closed the book and handed it back, as if to remind him casually.

"My guess is wrong, remember to change it back."

"I will." Artes replied weakly, rolled to the side, hugged Snape's waist, and buried his head depressedly in the strong and strong waist.

The man's depression was too obvious, and the back of his messy hair seemed to be depressed.

Snape pursed his lips, touched the wand on the bedside, transformed into a quill, opened the book, and corrected the mistakes one by one.