HP: Embrace the Darkness

Joel took a deep look at Asseth.

"Nobody from the International Potions Association will agree to an alternative report unless you are the inventor of the new potion."

"No way, this is Sif's honor."

Asseth denied it without thinking.

"Arces, I am not instigating you to take away Professor Snape's honor, but have you ever thought about what forcing a substitute report and review means in the eyes of others?"

"Do you want to be a thief in the eyes of others? Or an heir who uses his power to suppress others? Don't forget, you haven't officially inherited your father's position yet."

Joel's speaking stance changed invisibly, and every word he spoke became harsher.

Artes also understands this truth, but this matter is too important to the potion master, and no one can reassure him except himself.

"It doesn't matter. The only people who know about it are a few professors at Hogwarts. Dumbledore doesn't need to be informed. The other three professors are very reasonable. I can just make an excuse. As for the people from the Potions Association..."

Aces was silent.

The International Potions Association gathers the best in potions from all over the world, and wizards from India and Germany account for the majority.

Indian potions are simple to make, but the effect is strangely good. Apart from the taste and appearance, there are basically no shortcomings. The entry barrier is still low, so most wizards there will take the potion route.

The German wizard has a rigorous personality and controls the amount of potion materials extremely accurately. He relies on standard operations and uses the least amount of potion materials to refine the potion with the best effect. He follows the most traditional path of potion.

"The Indian side is a bit tricky, but there are several elders in Germany who can fight for it, as well as the United States, Greece, France and Switzerland. Maybe..."

Aces raised his head, his eyes flashed with confidence, and he looked directly into Joel's eyes.

"I can guarantee that my reputation will not be damaged. Arrange it for me... Well, four days is too urgent. There is also the International Federation of Wizards election meeting on the fifth day."

Artes calculated the time and remembered that he would go to Hogwarts to give Draco a gift in three days. He chose this time as a compromise.

"Then arrange the trip for three days. I need to meet with them in advance."

Joel felt that he had said everything he should and could say. Seeing that Asses still insisted, he did not persuade him any more, nodded and accepted the matter, and then took out a piece of parchment from somewhere.

There is a mugshot on the parchment that takes up most of the page. It is the photo of Sirius left in Azkaban. There are also detailed personal information and charges below.

"One more thing, young master, the reward order was just issued... It's gone. Susanna passed by Knockturn Alley after get off work and caught Black. Now Black is temporarily living in the dungeon, waiting to be dealt with."

Aces: "..."

I've seen stupid people, but never that stupid.

He's still running around with a crime on his back.

"He... No, when did my cousin go back to Knockturn Alley after get off work?" Artes asked doubtfully.

Joel's face, which had not fluctuated much all day, suddenly twitched, and a deep disgust fled from his eyes, and he sealed his mouth.

Because it’s just too unspeakable.

It wasn't until Asseth couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, that Joel recited Susanna's tearful performance with a blank expression and a voice without any ups and downs.

"From what she said, she was destined to Knockturn Alley. The call of fate made her come to Knockturn Alley secretly and established a love contract with Knockturn Alley. We can't separate them, otherwise we will beat the couple. ."

There were so many flaws in this passage that Artes couldn't find the right words to express his messy disgust and was stunned for a while.

"I know it's bullshit, but the next reason is even more bullshit, so we just have to accept it."

Joel added lightly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Asseth felt three different emotional fluctuations in this short sentence.

"Forget it, as long as my cousin is happy."

Aces compromised.

The two men looked at each other, feeling each other's helplessness and powerlessness.

Time passed quietly as the two people communicated peacefully. The letters and reports on the desktop decreased with the passage of time, and soon there were only a few left.

Joel raised his head to relax his painful neck that had been lowered for too long. When he saw the dark and deep sky outside, he realized that it was already night.

"Master, let's eat first."

Joel reminded Asseth dutifully, stood up, and planned to go to the restaurant to arrange dinner for tonight.

"Okay, Grandpa Joel."

The quill in Asseth's hand broke away from his master's control and danced quickly, leaving the reply that flashed in his master's mind on the letter paper.

"There's one more letter. I'll get back to you right away."

After dinner, Asseth did not go back to the study. Instead, he returned to the bedroom, opened a suitcase, left a warning spell, and walked in carefully.

The suitcase was always monitoring the owner's movements. When Asseth's figure completely disappeared from the mouth of the suitcase, it struggled to cover itself.

There was a loud "bang".

There was suddenly no other sound in the bedroom.

The silence in the room remained until someone opened the suitcase from the inside and was interrupted when Asseth poked his head out.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of white light brushed against Asseth's shoulder and he rushed out impatiently, rampaging through the bedroom and knocking down many expensive products.

Aces walked out of the suitcase completely, closed it and put it away, calmly mobilizing his magic power.

A little bit of warm magic power sealed the bedroom like a vine, preventing the light ball from escaping, but also not catching it.

The ball of light ran rampant for a few minutes, found its direction, and hit its head violently, knocking off the mural on the ceiling and causing rubble to fall from the sky.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Asseth used a repair spell to avoid being knocked unconscious in his bedroom in humiliation.

The light ball failed to find its way out of the ceiling and rushed towards the wall next to it. On the basis of the straight corner, it suddenly hit a rounded arc.

Aces then threw the repair spell and followed the light group to save his collection.

The ball of light seemed to be hurt by the impact, and it huddled in the corner. I don't know if it was its head or buttocks that were dangling around, and it was playing with itself in the corner.

After checking that there was no problem with the protection of the room and that it was enough to block the light ball from hitting everywhere, Asseth turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up and prepare to rest.

The light group noticed his movements.

Unable to believe that his existence was so low in the eyes of humans, the light ball carefully moved to the door frame of the bathroom and peeked at Artes' movements.

Aces washed up naturally and didn't take Guang Tuan's self-righteous provocation to heart at all.

Wiping off the water droplets on the side of his face, he put on more comfortable pajamas and went straight to the soft big bed.

The light group followed far behind and found the human being lying comfortably on the bed. Its tentacles with soft light carefully pulled the quilt that looked very soft and fun.

The quilt was pulled off.

Asseth pulled up all the quilts.

The light group continued its previous actions, and a silver-white magic power suddenly appeared beside it.