HP: Embrace the Darkness

"boom--"

The moment the door closed, the big snake disappeared, and a skinny old man took its place sitting on the bedside, holding a black wooden snake staff in his hand.

"You're here." Halbo stood up and walked to Snape to look at him. "I guess Asseth didn't warn you not to run around."

Snape didn't follow this jumping train of thought and was a little confused, but he didn't show it. He just looked at Halpo calmly.

Haierbo's wrinkled skin seemed to be stuck to his bones twitching, and he showed a sinister smile, "It doesn't matter, he doesn't want me to tell him."

"What should he say?" Snape calmly sat down on the only chair in the room.

Haierbo said "tsk" and did not care about the junior in his eyes. He conjured a chair for himself and sat down. "Don't think that you can be confident in front of me with the support of that kid. You can go without me." I’m afraid there will be one less place.”

Snape raised his eyes and studied Haierbo's expression calmly, "A place I can go? What do you mean?"

Haierbo didn't care about being observed by Snape, and showed a hideous and ugly smile openly.

"Remember, kid, if you don't want to die in an unknown corner, don't go anywhere else except Hogwarts, the kid's manor, and this manor."

"Someone wants to kill me?" Snape grasped the key point and asked doubtfully.

Haierbo nodded enigmatically.

However, no matter how much he said, no matter how much Snape pressed him, he would not let go. He could only explain clearly.

Snape went back and forth with him several times, but failed to elicit any useful information. He had to stop temporarily and change the subject, "Since you don't want to say anything, why did you come here to warn me?"

"Secret." Haierbo appreciated Snape's calm expression as he gradually lost his power, and kindly added, "I think if you ask Asseth, he won't tell you. It's not that he won't tell you, it's that he can't tell you."

Can't you say it?

From limitations of things or limitations of people?

Snape's eyelashes were slightly lowered, covering the thoughts in his eyes. Various possibilities emerged and denied in his mind, but the inference failed because there were too many pieces missing.

"Someone's warning is coming."

Halbo suddenly looked at the window, then passed Snape to the window, looked at the angry white tiger, smiled excitedly, closed the window enthusiastically and released the magic spell to temporarily cover the room.

"It's time for you to go back. I'll give you a ride."

Haierbo turned around and raised the snake staff and dropped it heavily.

Gray and white mixed with black magic rushed towards Snape, rolled up from his ankles, and wrapped him up.

"Remember, don't run around, or you will die."

Haierbo's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, and when it arrived, it was separated by an invisible glass cover, making it difficult to hear it clearly.

Suddenly, everything in front of Snape's eyes became distorted, and he could not see anything. A strong discomfort spread from the bottom of his heart, like suffocation when he was about to die.

"Sif!"

At this moment, a familiar voice shattered the blank space and brought his consciousness back from the depths. The illusion of drowning disappeared instantly. Snape looked to the left and saw Asseth's mouth opening and closing, speaking anxiously. talk.

Recognizing the shape of Asseth's mouth, Snape managed to make a sound, "I, I'm fine."

Artes was still worried. He picked up Snape and returned to the bedroom. He gently put him on the bed and said, "Don't be afraid. It won't be uncomfortable soon."

He took out the wand he had made from the ring and pointed it at Snape.

Snape looked at the strange wand blankly and wanted to ask his body but there was no response.

"Dead trees... come spring."

Vibrant green magic and warm silver magic intertwined and sprinkled on Snape, clinging to his skin. The chill that was so cold to the bones was immediately forcefully and gently dissipated, leaving only warmth flowing through his limbs.

"I am fine."

What Snape said this time was much more credible than before. His face was no longer pale, but rather rosy due to the warmth.

Asseth put away his wand, and tiny dots of light danced playfully in the air. With this light, Snape could clearly see the wand in Asseth's hand.

"Is this your wand?"

Aces also looked at his wand, turned it carelessly, and nodded honestly, "It's my wand. To be precise, this is the wand that was born entirely because of me and belongs to me in the true sense."

"So, want to try it?"

Artes took Snape's hand, put the wand in his palm, and closed it gently. Their hands overlapped and held the wand, and their respective magic powers gradually became active.

Snape subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

In the wizarding world, magic is a unique label for each person. He has never seen two people with similar magic, let alone using wands together.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Artes chuckled, using a little force on his hand to prevent Snape from taking his hand away, and muttered in a low voice, "Spring comes out of dead wood."

Different magic powers were attracted by the magic spell and converged on the wand. The tip of the wand lit up. It was not green or silver light, but the purest gold.

Brilliant golden light bloomed in the bedroom and in the eyes of the two people, and turned into stars floating in the sky, surrounding their common owner.

"This is impossible." Snape muttered to himself as the scene that overturned his three views shocked him.

Aces leaned over, pressed his shoulder and smiled: "Nothing is impossible, Sifu, I have discovered it a long time ago, but I am not sure yet, so I didn't tell you."

"Your magic power is slowly transforming. During the transformation process, part of it absorbs the essence of my magic power. Let alone fusion, you can even take my magic power away from me and use it against me."

There was a large pendant hanging on his body, and Snape's behavior was somewhat restrained. He pushed Artes, took out his wand, recalled the spell just now, and whispered softly: "Spring comes out of dead wood."

Similar but different rays of light floated out, which were pale white gold. Snape stretched out his hand to catch those rays of light and carefully felt the feeling it brought.

"Not even close."

Artes handed his wand to Snape, "Try this."

"This is your wand." Snape frowned, "According to you, it belongs to you."

The corners of Asseth's lips raised, showing a faint smile, and he turned his head and kissed Snape's Adam's apple, "I belong to you, is there a problem with having multiple owners?"

Being attacked at the most vulnerable part, Snape froze for a second before relaxing. Angrily, he pushed away the shameless pendant and snatched his wand.

"Maybe it only needs me as its master, and you..." Snape looked up and down at Asseth, who was leaning on the bed and smiling wantonly, "You can leave now."

"No, I have no objection to taking the wand away, but you have to take the person with you." Asseth opened his hands and pointed at himself suggestively.

Snape refused three times indifferently, "I refuse, I just want the wand, and you can go home."