HP: Embrace the Darkness

Hearing this, Snape looked at Dumbledore calmly, guessing what he meant.

"not very."

"As stupid and naive as ever."

Dumbledore's eyes behind his crescent lenses were locked tightly on Snape, not letting go of any of his expressions.

"Why do you say that."

Snape scoffed.

"He felt I was trustworthy."

"Isn't that naive?"

The ending sound rises, with a strong sense of ridicule.

Dumbledore looked at Snape for a while before speaking slowly.

"Isn't that bad? Being willing to trust others is such a beautiful quality."

"Besides, Severus, you are indeed worthy of trust."

Snape snorted coldly, full of disdain. This is a beautiful quality.

This is called stupidity.

Dumbledore obviously liked such "innocent" children and just smiled good-naturedly at Snape's disdain.

"I have a hunch that that child's future is limitless."

Snape was silent for a moment. He knew how outstanding that child was better than Dumbledore.

The counter-curse of Shen Feng Wuying, even if it is not a complete counter-curse, is not that easy to break.

Especially when he was still losing blood and his brain was far from being awake as usual.

"It's not the troll we should be focusing on right now."

Snape came back to his senses and looked at Dumbledore with a cold face, who wanted to change the subject.

Dumbledore was troubled that the child Severus was becoming increasingly difficult to fool.

"Don't worry, Severus, I will always pay attention to Voldemort's situation."

"That Potter kid will be fine."

Dumbledore knew what answer Snape wanted, but he couldn't give him the answer.

He couldn't guarantee anyone's safety.

Snape looked at Dumbledore dissatisfied, he knew what guarantee he wanted.

Dumbledore's face was dark and he suddenly sighed tiredly.

He's older, and Garrett has really been distracting him too much lately.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was already showing signs of fatigue, Snape did not choose to continue questioning or taunting him.

Instead, he turned and left the principal's office, and the black robe gradually disappeared at the door.

Dumbledore looked at Snape leaving and breathed a sigh of relief. The trick was still effective.

But Severus has been a bit easy to talk to lately.

Dumbledore looked at the door of the principal's office and fell into thought.

Nurmengard

Grindelwald waited for Arces' arrival in the castle, waiting from morning until noon, and then until the afternoon.

His face turned dark as he waited.

This little bastard, doesn’t he know how much sleep the old man has? I don't know the specific time yet.

He leaned on the sofa and played with the lemon sorbet that Dumbledore had brought.

Lemon Olaf dangled in front of him.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally ate one tentatively.

Grindelwald's pupils dilated after eating Lemon Olaf.

Merlin's dentures!

very sour! So sweet!

Grindelwald's face wrinkled into a ball, twisted and hideous.

Asseth, who had just stepped into the room, suddenly stopped when he saw this scene.

Carefully looking at the distorted face of Grindelwald, he drew out his wand and looked around with vigilant eyes.

"Gellert? What's wrong with you? Do you have an enemy?"

Three questions in a row.

Grindelwald was so sour that he couldn't speak, and waved his hand towards Artes with a grimace.

Aces understood what he meant, put down his wand and walked over.

It dawned on me when I saw Lemon Olaf on the table.

"Did you eat it?"

"I heard that the principal has a strong taste. It seems to be true."

Artes gloated as he looked at Grindelwald who had finally recovered.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want from me?"

"I can't even see Albus today because of you."

Grindelwald complained.

When it came to business, Asseth put away the gloating smile on his face and took out the instruments he had prepared before.

Grindelwald looked at the prop in his hand in confusion.

"I'm not very good at alchemy. If you're looking for me because of this, you're looking for the wrong person."

Artes glared at Grindelwald angrily.

"When did I ask you about alchemy?"

"I made this instrument to find Voldemort's soul."

"I wanted to find Voldemort in advance, but I failed."

Grindelwald was puzzled.

"What are you doing with Voldemort?"

Aces looked matter-of-fact.

“Isn’t the best way to avoid risks not to eliminate them?”

It seemed to make sense, Grindelwald felt something was wrong, but it also seemed to be right.

wrong! I almost got caught in it.

Grindelwald reacted suddenly.

"You mean, Albus will die at the hands of Voldemort, so you plan to kill Voldemort first to ensure Albus's safety?"

Aces nodded.

"Is something wrong?"

Grindelwald covered his head.

"Of course it's not right. Fortunately, you still know how to come to me."

Grindelwald paused and began to explain to Artes why it was wrong.

"That's not what I saw in the prophecy."

"Although I don't remember exactly how you saved Albus, you definitely didn't kill Voldemort in advance. I saw Voldemort behind the prophecy."

"Aces, fate is not something that can be violated easily."

"I have seen many endings between Albus and me, and every one of them is opposite."

"I have tried a lot, and I have tried what you said. Without exception, my behavior will only make Albus farther and farther away from me."

Speaking of this, Grindelwald's face showed sadness that Arthas couldn't understand.

"Then how should I save him?"

Asseth asked puzzledly.

Grindelwald thought for a while and said incomprehensibly.

"You don't have to do anything, you'll know when the time comes."

Asseth seemed to understand. He lowered his eyes and looked at the instrument in his hand, rubbing his fingers unconsciously.

"You said that you have tried many ways to change your ending. Do you want to go against fate?"

"Yes."

"I used to be arrogant about everything, even fate, but obviously, I failed."

Grindelwald openly admits his failure.

"Then do you know what the price is for going against fate?"

Artes suddenly asked, looking at Grindelwald with confused eyes.

Grindelwald looked at the child in front of him in silence.

This child is much like him before, the same genius and the same arrogance.

"Aces, no one knows the price of going against fate, but it's best not to go against fate."

This is Grindelwald's experience as a person who has been there.

In fact, there is another sentence that Grindelwald did not say.

He looked at Asseth's face, and there was guilt in his eyes that Asseth hadn't noticed.

Asseth remembered what the old man he had seen before said when he sent him away.

Destiny is not static?

He murmured in confusion.

So why didn't Grindelwald succeed in reversing the ending between him and Dumbledore?

"what?"

Grindelwald didn't hear clearly what Asses said.

Aces came to his senses.

"But someone once told me that fate is not set in stone?"

"Yes, fate is not static. It can even be said that it is always changing."

"But how do you know if its changes are part of the constant?"

Grindelwald asked Arthas.

Artes looked at Grindelwald confused.

This can be regarded as a contradictory statement, which made Ass even more confused.