HP: Embrace the Darkness

As the chairman of the International Potions Association, Bradley could laugh at his subordinates, but Asseth couldn't handle it and could only smile and say nothing.

Fortunately, Bradley didn't seem to care that no one responded to his words. He raised his big hand, hugged Ass's shoulders like a roc and continued talking on his own.

"Come on, kid, let me know. Where is the potion genius in your family? It doesn't matter. Let's be bold. It doesn't matter even if it's in the North Pole. Even though I'm old, it's not a problem to go there."

Speaking of excitement, Bradley slapped his chest, and Artes, who was hugging him, also shook.

Ases was hugged in despair.

As soon as Bradley came out just now, the people next to him gave him a plush coat.

Bradley, who is now over 1.9 meters tall, puts on a brown plush coat and hugs him. He pats his chest and looks like a bear with bright eyes.

Is this really a centenarian? Dumbledore looked like he couldn't beat him.

With an awkward but polite smile, Aces broke away from Bradley's hand forcefully but firmly.

"Sorry, we have no such plan at the moment, but I can guarantee that if we want to meet in the future, the first person we meet will definitely be you, Chairman."

Bradley looked at Asseth, who was smaller than him and could break free from his grasp, and marveled, "You are very good. No wonder that wooden guy who can only paint heard the news and wrote all the way to ask me not to leave." It’s hard for you.”

Wood that can only draw pictures?

Asseth recalled Bradley's interpersonal relationships in the information and asked uncertainly: "Is it Chairman Ogg of the International Alchemy Association?"

Bradley snorted a hot breath from his nose, "That's him. Who else paints all day long besides him? A fool like him dares to say that I can only make mushroom soup. Is that mushroom soup? Then It’s called a blessing elixir! You ignorant old guy is so blind!”

Asseth doesn't think Ogg doesn't know the Elixir of Fortune, and he doesn't think Bradley doesn't know that the paintings are actually inscribed magic words.

and so……

He looked at Bradley and sighed secretly: The relationship between the two is indeed very good.

Seeing that Bradley couldn't get any useful information out of Asseth, he turned his attention to Gavin and others.

Upon seeing this, Asseth pointed out Dewar, who was in charge of finance, and Morton, who was attentive: "Since Chairman Bradley is here, you don't need to make an extra trip."

Dewar and Morton understood, took over Ass's position one on the left and the other on the right, and pulled Bradley to talk about investment.

When Bradley heard about the investment, his eyes widened. He held them in his arms one by one without having to hold them, as if holding two golden bumps, and gave them two rare pats.

"Okay, okay, you're all fine. Come, follow me to my office, and let's talk slowly."

After saying that, he half dragged away the two golden pimples.

The people around them who heard the word investment also followed the three of them, their eyes glowing green.

investment!

Finally there is investment!

Merlin knew how expensive their research was! The elders responsible for approval have so many deductions! Every time, they have to waste more than half a year of their time ordering magic potions to get enough research funds, and only they understand the sadness of this.

While these people were still immersed in the sad memories of the past, Artes made a gesture and left the door of the conference hall with the remaining people.

After finishing the work here, Artes left Dua and Morton behind, greeted the others at dawn, and quietly left the Potion Association.

At this time, the wind and snow outside had subsided, and as far as the eye could see, there was pure white snow, as if there was a secret place where no one had ever set foot.

After walking out of the corridor and arriving at the cabin, Asseth did not leave immediately, but hung up the buckled painting first.

Gavin and others watched his movements silently.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the painting, Asseth turned and left.

……

On the other side, in front of the ancient mansion, Dumbledore and Grindelwald finally stopped Voldemort.

Voldemort played with his wand carelessly and waved to the Death Eaters behind him, "Continue your mission. If you fail, feed the snake."

Dumbledore frowned slightly and looked at Grindelwald. Grindelwald didn't know why, so he directly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and stopped Bella's attacking hand, "Be polite, this is our pioneer."

The tone was full of ridicule. Grindelwald couldn't bear the anger and immediately threw two pieces apart, regardless of Dumbledore's obstruction.

Voldemort used his wand to pull two scapegoats and blocked the two torn apart.

Flesh and blood suddenly flew everywhere.

Dumbledore's smile disappeared, he glared at Grindelwald, then took out his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled nonchalantly, with a look of indifference on his face, and looked at Bella with a pair of snake eyes, "Get out of here, and don't make me say it a second time."

Bella left reluctantly, and the other Death Eaters left without Voldemort's urging, leaving only three people in front of the dilapidated old house.

Dumbledore put down his wand, pressed Grindelwald's wand again, and walked towards Voldemort.

"Tom, I think we should have a chat."

Voldemort looked coldly at Dumbledore, who had a wary look in his eyes, "It's time to have a chat."

After saying this, Voldemort turned around and opened the door of the old house, as if entering his own home, and walked in skillfully.

Dumbledore was worried about the people inside and pulled Grindelwald to follow him.

But when he walked in, he found that they must have been tricked by Voldemort - this old house that seemed to have the atmosphere of life was not ordinary dilapidated inside, and it was impossible for anyone to live in it.

When I walked in, I saw all the furniture with cracks corroded by the years, with spider webs of various cracks running across it, as if it would fall apart with a slap.

Especially the floor under his feet, which Dumbledore thought was not very heavy, made an unpleasant and harsh creaking sound when he stepped on it.

Grindelwald raised his wand the moment he walked in. He didn't believe that Voldemort respected the old and loved the young so much that he wouldn't attack the two old people.

Voldemort seemed to be familiar with this old house. He took Dumbledore and Grindelwald around and came to a place that looked like a living room. He immediately waved his wand and gave it a new look.

"Principal Dumbledore, find your own seat and sit down. As for that... old man, sit down too." Voldemort sat down on the main sofa and said casually to the two old men.

Dumbledore stopped Grindelwald's wand from waving with his eyes, took the lead to sit down in front of Voldemort, and looked at him, "Won't you have a glass of pumpkin juice for me? I remember that I used to prepare a glass for you."

Voldemort tilted his head, his bare head shining a little in the darkness.

"You seem to miss the time when I was weak. It seems that you are really old. Dumbledore, you were not like this before. Do you still remember how you refuted my words?"

Dumbledore imitated him and tilted his head, "It seems that my original attitude made you feel sad?"

If it was the previous Voldemort, he might have been furious because of Dumbledore's words, but now he just smiled, conjured up a glass of pumpkin juice himself, and pushed it in front of Dumbledore.

"Drink, Headmaster Dumbledore."