HP: Embrace the Darkness

"What do you mean?" Asseth asked confused.

He thought for a while and asked uncertainly: "What thing makes you feel like this? Is it Lily?"

"More than that, let me think about what to say?" Dumbledore tilted his head and his hat fell off crookedly.

Aces caught the hat quickly with quick eyes and hands, and handed it to Dumbledore, "If it's not stable, you can customize a suitable hat. I believe Gellert is willing to give you a gift."

"I kind of understand why Severus is willing to accept you." Dumbledore took the hat with a smile, put it on his head, and patted the hat firmly.

Asseth raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously: "How did you tell?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile a little narrowly, "Isn't it obvious enough that you showed up at Hogwarts at night, wearing Severus's nightgown?"

"Did you notice?"

Aces was a little surprised. He thought that Dumbledore wouldn't notice in that situation, especially when he only showed his figure for a few seconds.

"Severus's robe is pretty easy to spot."

Aces shrugged, "Okay, don't let Sifu know about my mistake, otherwise I can't guarantee whether the principal's office funds will be interrupted in the future."

Dumbledore was shocked, how could this be a threat?

"Let's get down to business." Asseth closed the window, turned around and sat down on the sofa, and poured two cups of hot tea. "Herbert Travers and Lina Shafiq need to leave school temporarily to deal with their families. funeral affairs."

Dumbledore followed and sat on the sofa with a solemn expression, "It turned out to be Travers and Shafik. I remember them. They always remain neutral."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Artes pushed a cup of black tea in front of Dumbledore, "Sif told me that the demand for your tooth-strengthening potion has been too high recently, and he is considering suspending the supply, so... Let’s drink black tea.”

Dumbledore: "..."

He swore that he heard the gloating in Asseth's words, which was almost the same as Snape's.

"Severus is too-too considerate of me. This is not good. He should care more about you." Dumbledore stirred the black tea in the cup depressedly, and used his extraordinary warning of danger to ease the danger in Artes' eyes. .

"If you are willing to accompany them, I will not interfere with this matter. If you don't have time, then I will be happy to provide them with a little help."

Aces put the plan he had already thought of before Dumbledore and asked him to make a choice.

Dumbledore was silent, wrapping his old knuckles around the side of the cup.

Aces smiled and added, "I have no intention of doing anything to the children who have lost their families. This is just out of the humble teacher-student friendship."

Anyway, he should have done what he should do, and he didn't miss what should be used.

"Sorry, I may not have time."

Dumbledore finally shook his head. He couldn't bring Grindelwald to do this, and he couldn't let Grindelwald stay in Hogwarts.

"Then I will arrange everything later, but I need Principal Dumbledore's cooperation. I don't want to rob two students in Hogwarts without any name or identity."

"This is natural." Dumbledore took a sip of the black tea, feeling the aroma of the tea explode in his mouth, and said in a heavy tone, "I can only do so much for them."

"Actually, it's not just that much." Artes looked at the steaming tea cup with a distant look, "Principal Dumbledore, I respect you, but I cannot agree with your actions, I mean...everything."

"I can't please everyone. I discovered this early on with Tom." Dumbledore shook the glass nonchalantly, as if drinking red wine.

"Yes, I understand too." Artes drank the last of the black tea carelessly, smoothed the wrinkles at the hem of his clothes, and stood up slowly, "It's time for me to leave."

"Please wait a moment." Dumbledore suddenly stopped Artes, "I haven't answered your question yet."

Aces lowered his eyes to look at the old man whose face was full of vicissitudes of life, "I don't need answers. Other people's opinions are not important to me."

"Okay, I understand, but I still want to take the liberty of retaining you. It's rare for someone to talk to an old man like me, and we can talk about other things."

Artes wasn't sure what Dumbledore wanted to talk about, but seeing the sincerity in the old man's blue eyes, he still sat down and pretended to listen.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a few seconds. He was rarely so hesitant.

Aces didn't rush, he just waited quietly.

Dumbledore took a long and gentle breath, "What did you see in the future?"

"You mean...you or Gellert or Sif, or the savior and his friends?" As if he knew Dumbledore would ask this, Artes asked Dumbledore without any pause.

Dumbledore looked at the teacup evasively, "Your attitude has already told me some answers, but I still want to know more clearly."

Ace closed his eyes, hiding a trace of resentment.

"Severus...what happened in the end?"

Artes opened his eyes suddenly and stared at Dumbledore who was looking down at the tea. His expression tensed and then relaxed, "I thought you wanted to ask the savior."

"Harry...he is far different from what I expected. I still need to think of other solutions, so I'd better ask Severus first." Dumbledore tugged on his beard with a headache.

Asseth was noncommittal about this. He was about to say that the savior he saw in the prophecy was not very good, but he suddenly remembered another thing.

In the very first prophecy, the savior completely experienced Dumbledore's test.

But he was not included in that prophecy.

Cold sweat broke out silently on Ass's back.

He clenched the teacup tightly, and the scalding tea heated his hand red, but he seemed unconscious, holding on to the teacup tightly and refusing to let go. A horrifying guess echoed in his mind for a long time.

The original future should not have had him.

Speaking of which, it was very wrong for him to reach a deal with Grindelwald so easily.

This doesn't fit his character.

It’s so inconsistent!

Not even noticing Sif for the first time was right.

So what if he saved Hogwarts? Hogwarts had nothing to do with him at that time.

Why did he notice the black robe because of Hogwarts.

The more Aces thought about it, the details of the past emerged one by one before his eyes.

Those details that he had unintentionally ignored or was forced to ignore, were densely intertwined and formed a big net, overwhelmingly attacking him, and tightly imprisoning him.

The feeling of suffocation gradually spread, and the invisible net was tightly wrapped and bound. Every breath brought a heavy feeling of suffocation, as if a dying fish had escaped from the current and was struggling to survive in the trapped net.