HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore had tried all the spells that could be applied to his body, and there really was no difference. At most, the amount of magic contained in them was different.

"Strange, is that a problem with the 'Shen Feng Wu Ying'?" Dumbledore recalled and muttered to himself.

Hearing this, Grindelwald looked warily at Dumbledore, who seemed to be about to make a move, and said in a bad tone, "Al, don't tell me you want to try that spell."

Dumbledore was speechless. He picked up his wand and transformed several dummies. The dummies were swaying as if they were laughing at what Grindelwald had just said.

Grindelwald looked away as if nothing had happened.

Snape waved his wand in coordination, and the invisible "Shadow Blade" hit one of the dummies, cutting it in the middle.

Dumbledore's attack followed closely, and the dummy was similarly chopped off.

"It's no problem either."

Dumbledore didn't need to go and check to see that the only difference between the two was the strength of their magic.

"I said, it's nothing special." Snape stood up, "I have something to do. If you still want to study, you can consider studying yourself or... study the person next to you who seems to be very willing to be studied by you. Don't do it because of this. Ask me for any little thing."

The dark snake king dropped these words and left.

On the other side, next to the deserted old house, several people walked in with tools. Seeing the still crawling shadow, they cautiously stepped back.

"Has the situation report here been reported?"

"I reported it early, but the young master hasn't come back yet, so I may not receive the news."

"No, the young master will receive it."

Ases, who was mentioned by them, just received the news at this time, and a group of people were on their way.

After eight days, they set foot on British soil again. The Raven members behind seemed very happy and walked faster than in Russia.

Asses was thinking about something as he walked in a circle surrounded by several people, and was out of tune with the lively atmosphere.

Gavin uncharacteristically did not participate in the discussion, but focused on looking at Asseth, paying attention to his steps.

Halfway through, Asses suddenly stopped.

"Master, what's wrong?" Gavin stood up and asked, prompted by the looks of others.

"I don't need too many people here." Artes explained, and randomly picked out a few people, "Go and find out which properties Voldemort has bought recently."

Several people who received the mission bowed respectfully and saluted.

"Okay, Master."

After watching them leave, Asses led the remaining people to the address left on the letter.

Leiden, who was staying at his old house, noticed someone approaching and quietly informed his teammates. They all stared at the people walking over.

"It's the young master." Leiden's eyes were the best among everyone, and he was the first to see the dusty Asseth.

Aces felt the fluctuations in the magic source, and followed the fluctuations to look towards the shadow of the seemingly deserted tree.

Leiden was a little surprised that they were discovered by the young master. Before he had time to think, he led several other people out and reported the situation.

"Master, Mr. Snape, Principal Dumbledore and an old man have just left. The monster inside is missing a leg and there is no movement for the time being."

Aces's eyes changed. The message he received did not mention Sev and Dumbledore. Worried that Snape was thick, he asked: "Is anyone hurt?"

"No." Layton replied.

At this moment, Asseth breathed a sigh of relief, leaving Gavin, the others, and Layton to guard the door, and walked in by himself.

As soon as he walked in, Asses felt the cold magic power of Haierbo.

Haierbo's magic power is the coldest among the magic powers he has seen among so many people. Ordinary people will be frostbitten by this cold even if they just touch it.

He doesn't care, but...

Aces was a little worried, so after calculating, he raised his hand, and warm silver light condensed from his fingertips.

The white tiger, which had not been out for a long time, jumped out happily, shook its head, lowered its head and roared into the darkness.

Dispel the chill and light up the way forward.

"I didn't ask you to light the way for me." Artes slapped the snarling white tiger, "Go find Sif."

The white tiger still felt a little aggrieved after being slapped on the head by Artes. When he heard Snape's name, he immediately opened his paws. Without even saying hello, he ran outside and disappeared in a flash.

Aces continued walking forward.

He didn't have a map, but he could sense the place where the coldest magic power of Haierbo gathered the most.

After a long and winding journey, he came to a closed door.

The door without the disguise is not only rotten, but also exudes a very strange smell, which smells like the stench of coagulated blood.

"It should be here."

Aces frowned and cast a spell on himself to isolate the smell, then opened the door and walked in.

The room still looked the same as when the three people left, including the shadow with a broken leg.

"Huh? Haierbo?"

Assass took two steps forward in surprise, but was forced to stop by the sticky-looking black liquid on the floor. He could only observe the shadow from a distance.

"No, it's not Haierbo, it should be...his severed hand and some blood?"

As if he understood Asseth's words, the shadow limped over, carrying black liquid along the way, and various dusts were also floating in the air.

Aces's face gradually turned pale, and he staggered out of the room without bothering to prove his suspicion.

to disgasing!

Why is Voldemort's aesthetic so disgusting?

And that bastard Haierbo was actually willing to cooperate in making such a creature!

After living for so many years, my aesthetic life is gone! ?

Aces scolded the two of them from beginning to end in his mind, and the disgusting feeling finally subsided a little. Then he raised his hand and pointed towards the door.

Light blue flames suddenly spurted out and turned into white tigers, rushing toward the room. Flames burst out wherever they passed.

Even though it was already burning, the white tiger did not restrain itself at all. Instead, the flames on his body became more elegant. When the sparks fell to the ground, he turned into a new little white tiger.

Thanks to their efforts, a raging fire broke out in the old wooden house. The wood broke and fell down one after another. The wood chips flew up and ignited the furniture with the flames. The fire was out of control.

Aces didn't even think about control.

He just stood in the safety circle surrounded by blue flames, watching indifferently as the black liquid burned away and the wriggling shadows twisted and rolled.

The flames also brought thick black smoke, which was also separated from the surrounding circle.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Asses summoned a few fire tigers to clear the way and walked out on the flames.

Behind him, the old house was devoured by the flames and collapsed.

When Gavin and others outside saw the house on fire, they wanted to rush in one after another. Layton and his partners, who were relatively calm, stopped them and spent a lot of time convincing them to wait.

Looking at Gavin and the others who were staring at the old house and never put down their wands, Leiden was amazed. He had heard how crazy Raven was before, but now it seemed that those rumors were not enough.