HP: Embrace the Darkness

Separated by a door, two people stood furtively in the potions room, listening with ears pricked up and holding their breath to the sharp comments of the potions master outside.

After a while, the sad Platinum Peacock pulled at his beautiful dressing gown and asked: "Brother, why is that Potter silent? He won't be mad to death, right?"

"Are you worried about him?" There was no sound outside, and Artes took some time to look at Draco, "How is your Occlumency training going?"

Occlumency! Draco remembered the embarrassing incident before and subconsciously looked away.

"Don't talk?" Artes smiled good-naturedly and slowly pulled out his wand, "It doesn't matter, we can try it directly."

Draco was stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Here, draw your wand."

These words sound damn familiar!

Draco hurriedly pulled out his wand and cursed in his mind: Damn Potter, how dare you harm him! He remembered this grudge.

Arthas treated Draco much more gently than Snape treated Harry. He waited until he was ready before whispering: "Legilimency."

A soft but irresistible magic pried open the fragile protection and opened the golden book named Draco Malfoy.

Out of respect and love for his younger brother, Asseth did not look through the distant memories. He only looked through the recent memories and randomly selected a memory that did not involve privacy and read it.

The environment of this memory seems to be in the Hufflepuff lounge, with a warm and warm atmosphere everywhere - a roaring fireplace, delicious food, good friends to talk to, and the smiles of the little badgers.

Aces walked into this memory and sat down skillfully on a warm yellow sofa.

He had also been here before, at Cedric's invitation, and now it seemed that the one who invited him and Draco were the same person - Cedric.

The Cedric in Draco's memory seemed more like a gentle older brother who would pay attention to the emotions of those around him and relieve Draco's embarrassment in time.

This is different from what Aces remembered.

The shy and slightly embarrassed little badger left an indelible impression on him when they first met.

Aces looked at Cedric who was taking care of Draco's emotions, and suddenly thought of him lying on the ground near death.

"Fate is such a bastard, aren't you right? Cedric."

Cedric, who was chatting with Draco, seemed to be aware of it. He looked over to Asseth and smiled gently, as if in response to Asses' words.

Of course, this is impossible.

Asseth looked back and saw Qiu Zhang greeting Cedric. He laughed and shook his head, feeling ridiculous for his uncontrollable heartbeat at that moment.

Estimating the time, he walked behind Draco, and when Draco picked up the food again, he said quietly: "Is it delicious? Draco."

Draco froze suddenly, turned around as if he had seen a ghost, and saw clearly that it was Artes. His lips opened and closed, but before he could curse, the memory turned into light spots and disappeared.

Returning to reality, Artes looked at Draco with a blank face in a funny manner, "You haven't come back to your senses yet?"

Draco's face turned pale, "Brother, do you know there is a saying that scares people to death?"

"I don't know, where did you learn it from? From my cousin?" Asseth thought about this sentence for a while, found it interesting, and asked.

Draco recovered from the shock and nodded blankly, "Yes, she asked me not to come out from behind her in the middle of the night. It's very scary."

Aces remembered this sentence and brought the topic back, "How do you feel? Can you still persist?"

"Okay." Draco raised his wand.

"Legilimency."

Or a weak layer of protection was broken.

This time Artes did not deliberately search through the memory, but followed Draco's thoughts and saw the scene of him dying in front of Snape.

The onlookers watched Draco put himself in such an embarrassing situation, and Artis felt the same way. He was too embarrassed to watch any more, so he came directly behind Draco to scare him.

"There's progress, but not much."

Draco woke up with a start in his memory.

"Brother, how about you remind me directly next time?" The frightened peacock drooped his feathers and bargained.

"I'll think about it." Artes raised his wand in a ceremonial manner, "Now continue."

Two minutes later, after surviving the last Legilimency, Draco no longer had the ambition he had when he came. When he saw Asseth opening the suitcase, he even had the idea of ​​​​saying it next time.

Seeing that he wanted to retreat, Artes kindly reminded: "Sif is teaching Occlumency outside. Do you want to go out to study or practice."

"I think I can hold on for a while!" Draco grabbed the wand with excitement, and the tip of the wand swept the glassware next to it, making a crisp sound.

Aces slowly looked at the swept away glass bottle, then slowly looked at Draco who was stiff, and at the same time a thought arose in his mind - it's over.

"What's that sound?" Harry, who had just emerged from Legilimency, turned to look at the potion room in a daze.

Snape sneered and glared at him, "I thought you could hold on for at least two more times, but I didn't expect you to have auditory hallucinations so soon. Or are you trying to escape, Potter?"

Harry was stimulated and picked up the wand on the ground again, "Of course I can."

"Really?" Snape taunted, using Legilimency on him mercilessly, "Then let's test whether what you said is true or not."

Harry waved his wand feebly, but his eyes still inevitably became confused. Snape rummaged through his memories, and he stopped when he saw a memory that obviously shouldn't be there.

Is this perspective a snake?

Is Nagini still that person?

Snape looked at this memory.

In the dark and dark corridor, Death Eaters walked quickly, and the one at the front was Voldemort.

Facing Voldemort's violent and playful eyes, even though he knew it was in his memory, Snape couldn't help but tighten his wand and be on guard.

Following Voldemort, the group of people came to a brighter room. The warm light inside dispelled the cold outside, but could not dispel the coming haze.

The whole family fell in a pool of blood.

Snape stood silently, watching Voldemort gently wipe his wand.

When Nagini attacked, blood splashed everywhere. It could be said that due to Nagini's efforts, except for a few lucky Death Eaters, everyone else was more or less stained with the blood of the deceased.

As the main force, Nagini and several werewolves were stained with more blood, which could almost condense into blood drops and drip down.

With an expressionless expression, Snape glanced at Nagini who was devouring human arms and werewolves who were tearing apart corpses, and suddenly he remembered Harry holding pumpkin juice and spitting it out in the principal's office.

No wonder he vomited like this.