HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Of course not, I'm serious."

Asseth took the letter and started writing.

"But just practicing courage is not enough. In addition to courage, I also plan to leave him to practice with firearms. At some point, guns are better than magic wands."

gun?

Disgust flashed in Snape's eyes, and he reached out and pulled away the letter that Artes was writing. When he saw that it actually said firearms training, his expression became even more ugly.

"It's indeed better than a wand. After all, I've never seen a wand hurt you."

As big as Asseth was, the only time he was shot and injured was on the day of the Queen's speech. When Snape mentioned it, he remembered it.

"I was thinking about other things at the time and didn't pay attention so I got hit. At that time...were I scared?"

Snape thought again of the horror caused by the blooming blood flowers, and closed his eyes unbearably.

"Sev, I'm fine." Artes stood up, hugged him across the table, and whispered comfort, "Don't be afraid."

Snape closed his eyes and let himself be immersed in the warm embrace. After a while, he muttered: "When are you leaving?"

"Noon tomorrow at the latest." Asses gave a rough answer, omitting the time on the road.

Snape had not been to the International Potions Association, but he had seen the address of their letters.

For such a long distance, no matter how fast it is, it will still take half a day. This does not include the time for formalities in various places. It is also an appointment with others. It is not good to be late or miss the mark.

Going there at noon...it's too urgent.

After calculating the time reserved, Snape made the final decision, "I'll leave as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning. I have to go to class and I don't have time for you to waste."

Hearing this, Asseth's heart was filled with a layer of sweet sugar, so sweet that he couldn't even put it down from the corner of his mouth.

He has been staying in the cellar for so long whether he goes to class or not. Is he still wasting this little time? This was obviously because he was worried that the journey would be too hard for him.

Snape disliked Artes's peacock-like smile, so he picked up a book and patted him, "Of course, the premise of being able to leave is that you can not be embarrassed, otherwise..."

Snape didn't finish what he said about the year after tomorrow.

But the feeling of oppression caused by saying it halfway was stronger than that after finishing it. A chill immediately ran down Ass's back, and he was forced to relive the feeling of facing the Potions Professor at school.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." He hurriedly took the book, looking like a good student.

The Potions Master nodded with satisfaction.

-

The sky turns from light to dark, and from dark to light again.

A narrow ray of light opened up on the horizon and gradually filled the entire sky. Large orange clouds rushed out and swayed leisurely.

Stepping into the morning light, Artes left Hogwarts alone and walked into Cavendish Manor. Joel was waiting for him in the hall, surrounded by a circle of people.

"Master, good morning, I'm glad to see you are back on time." Joel said with a meaningful emphasis on punctuality.

There was nothing he could do about it. Aces' previous behavior left such a deep impression on him that he was even ready to go to Hogwarts to rob people.

Thinking of the consequences of robbing people at Hogwarts, Joel was very happy that his young master finally had his chance.

Asseth coughed lightly, not wanting to say that he was still thinking about leaving at noon last night, so he turned his attention to the few big men gearing up, "What are they?"

"Of course I will go with you." Joel said without hesitation, and then he said earnestly, "Your father has some properties in Russia. They are not accustomed to using them. You need to be more vigilant."

"I'm actually more used to being alone."

Joel looked at Asseth with disapproval, "Your pomp should be bigger, no matter where you are."

Asseth will understand the point and won’t say any more.

Joel liked Ases' intelligence and spoke in a gentler voice, "Dua won't be with you when he goes to review the industry there. When you come back, don't worry about him."

"Okay." Asses responded.

He finally understood that at this time, all he had to do was listen to Joel, respond at the right time, and thank Joel for his kindness.

Sure enough, Joel was very satisfied with Asseth's attitude.

He had seen too many young people who were impatient to listen to his nagging. Among them, Susanna was the most impatient. She wanted to leave in a hurry before she said anything.

This is not good. If he is gone in the future, who else can clean up the mess for her.

Thinking of this, Joel wanted to scold Susanna again.

At the same time, Susanna, who was hiding in the office of the Daily Prophet, wrote a eloquent record of Seth's love story that was shocking, invincible, thunderbolt, earth-moving, earth-shaking, and the supreme love.

Before she could burst into appalling laughter, she froze on the spot, raised her head uncontrollably, and opened her mouth, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, sneeze—"

She let out a big sneeze, and her expression became frightened, "Damn it, I won't let Ass discover that I hid the photos privately, and write about the 'scandal' between them, right?"

"Impossible, impossible." She hurriedly denied her guess, "I do everything perfectly, how could I be discovered."

"That's...Uncle Joel? I don't seem to have done much recently? Did you find that I'm lazy? But for just a moment, the donkey that pulls people has to rest. Why can't I compare to a donkey?"

Susanna complained nonstop, but her movements were not slow at all - she hid the incriminating evidence in half a second, and took out her work notebook in the remaining half second.

Then she started writing bad things about Voldemort.

From the rubbish thrown on the road to the tragedy of killing a family, no one is spared. We strive to nail Voldemort to the pillar of shame and leave everyone with the knowledge that Voldemort destroyed the harmony of the British wizarding world and required a strong family to maintain the balance of the British wizarding community. impression.

The more she wrote, the more inspirations came to Susanna's mind. The whole article was so touching and tearful that she almost made herself cry.

Wiping away the non-existent tears, Susanna covered her chest playfully and stared at herself in the mirror seriously, "The Daily Prophet is amazing for me."

-

The next day, Asses, who was walking on Nikolskaya Street in Moscow, received the Daily Prophet from the United Kingdom.

Looking at the heartbreaking accusation above, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty: "My cousin's eloquence is truly remarkable."

"Master, what is written on it?"

Gavin stretched his head forward curiously. The owl standing on his shoulder was shaken by his movement and was about to fall. Manan quickly caught it with his quick hands.

"Tsk, I forgot about you." Gavin steadied his shoulders and scratched his head again, "Master, why did I see above... abandoning his wife and son?"

"You read that right, you are abandoning your wife and son." Asseth pushed the daily newspaper to Gavin, "You guys have a look, remember to take a detour next time you see my cousin, I don't want to see you abandoning your wife out of nowhere. Abandoned son."

"hiss!"

There were sounds of inhaling one after another from behind.