HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces was speechless, "Is he really brainless? Just believe whatever you say?"

"You think too much. He won't believe me unless he sees the benefits. I have taught him some really practical and good things, if he can digest it."

With that said, Haierbo tried to pick up the coffee on the table and took a sip. He felt the pain and immediately put it down.

"A Muggle's life is so short, haven't they had enough suffering? They still have to drink bitterness, or else I'll kill them all and let them taste what suffering is?"

Aces quickly cast a confusion spell and a sound-blocking spell with quick eyes and hands, so that others could not hear Haierbo's anti-social words.

"Next time you want to destroy the world, tell me first so that I can control the development of the situation."

Haierbo was delighted.

"Aren't you afraid that I will really kill them?"

Aces also laughed.

"You think I'm dead?"

"I really want to think you are dead, but it's a pity that you can drag me into the water every time." Haierbo tried.

Aces smiled and took out his wand, "It's not too late to find out. They are coming, why don't you leave?"

Haierbo slammed the table angrily, "You kid actually dragged me into the water!!!"

"It's too late if you don't run away." Asseth reminded kindly, but his body remained motionless, still comfortably nestled in the chair and enjoying the sunshine. "Oh, by the way, I did some tricks, so they might not be able to find me. Today is Christmas, My happiness depends on you."

Just now I saw that Asses was not in a hurry, and neither was Helbo. Now when he heard what he said, a carp jumped up and took out his snake staff in anger.

"You brat, I'll kill you!!! No wonder you're not in a hurry."

As soon as the snake staff was taken out, someone came outside the window.

Haierbo didn't bother to beat the culprit. He waved his snake staff in a hurry and disappeared quickly, leaving only a few curse words in the air.

Aces didn't care about being scolded, he smiled and moved the magic circle that was gradually fading due to exhaustion of energy, and sighed: "This method is quite easy to use, but it's a pity that it can't be used often, otherwise..."

The words disappeared, and there was once again one less person in the cafe.

The people coming and going were busy with their own business, and no one noticed the suddenly vacant seats. They only occasionally wondered why no one was sitting in such a good seat by the window.

Aces was very happy all the way, happily thinking about today's arrangements.

When he finally rushed back to Hogwarts after a long journey and saw the empty cellar, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten one thing.

Damn!

Isn't Voldemort overjoyed? ?

How dare you hold a meeting on Christmas! ! ?

Arthas turned around angrily, picked up his wand and headed straight for Malfoy Manor.

The meeting at Malfoy Manor has just concluded.

Snape followed the crowd out of the door, passing by a peacock pacing with its tail raised, its billowing black robe sweeping the air, and it really felt like it had swept away an obstacle.

He slowed down and continued walking calmly, secretly but cautiously holding the wand that had slipped from his sleeve, waiting for the unknown creature to attack.

The back of my hand was suddenly scratched lightly.

Snape was stunned, put away his wand, and walked faster outside the manor.

Aces was half a step behind, feeling the tingling sensation caused by the black robe on his fingertips, and his bad taste emerged. He reached out and hooked the black robe, followed the black robe to find the fingers hidden in the sleeves, and carefully put them on.

The tentative movement was like a kitten stretching out its paws. Snape's heart softened, and he actually didn't stop him. He just pulled his black robe closer to avoid revealing that there was someone standing next to him, holding his hand. fact.

Seeing that Snape didn't seem to be trying to stop him, Artes took the next step and held his whole hand.

Walking through the garden, just as he was about to leave Malfoy Manor, a Death Eater suddenly stopped Snape.

"Severus, wait a moment."

It was Yaxley's voice.

Snape frowned impatiently, squeezed the palm of his hand to comfort Asseth, who was even more impatient than him, and turned around to walk towards Yaxley.

Yaxley's visit to Snape was nothing serious, he just wanted to test whether Snape knew the reason for Voldemort's recent abnormal search for unknown parchment.

In his opinion, Voldemort really trusted Snape, and maybe Snape would know something.

Snape had dealt with many Death Eaters over this time who thought he knew what was going on.

I don’t know whether he acted too well or the Death Eaters were too stupid, but so many people thought he would know about this secret mission.

Snape twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, deceived Yaxley away with ease, and took Artes' hand again.

Satisfied, Artes put away the magic ball that was going to trip him up, and left Malfoy Manor obediently, led by Snape.

After leaving Malfoy Manor, there were fewer Death Eaters. Everyone had their own tasks, so they did not waste time chatting. They used Apparition to leave within the range where Apparition was not possible.

Snape was no exception. He raised his wand, but there was no trace of the magic flowing. Artes, who was really about to apparate, held him tightly, and the surging magic took the two of them back to the cellar far away in Hogwarts.

As soon as he landed, Snape felt the tremendous pressure coming towards him.

Thinking that everyone was busy during this period and didn't have much time to meet each other, he endured it and raised his hand to catch Assis who was hugging him.

"It's Christmas today, Sev, and he still has a meeting. It's too outrageous and inhumane."

Smelling the familiar bitter fragrance, Artes sighed comfortably, and did not forget to accuse Voldemort in Snape's ear of not taking a holiday during the holidays.

Of course Snape remembered that today was Christmas, but it was not him who was going to have a meeting, and he didn't think that Voldemort would give them a day off because of a holiday.

Similarly, he didn't believe that Asses, who was busy taking a break, would give his subordinates a holiday.

"So you gave Joel, Butler and the others a day off?"

Asseth closed his mouth guiltily.

If he gave holidays to good helpers like Joel, he wouldn't be able to show up in the cellar. He even roped in Helbo, who didn't have to go to work on time, to share the burden for him.

Come to think of it, Voldemort is better than him.

Doesn’t this turn into scolding yourself?

Aces buried his head in his neck in despair, vowing to be an ostrich that couldn't get up.

childish.

Snape sternly grabbed Artes by the back of his collar and forcibly picked him up, "I thought your age was at least not backwards?"

Artes understood instantly, and immediately pretended to be injured, looking at Snape in disbelief, "You called me childish?"

Due to the power of heredity, Aces acted exactly like Anna. His affectionate peach blossom eyes flashed with hurt light, and the degree of moisture was just right, making people feel soft just by looking at him.

Unfortunately, Snape had long been accustomed to his tricks. Not only did he not fall for the trick, he also took his time to make up for it.

"First of all, I didn't scold you, I just asked a reasonable question. The person who really scolds you is yourself. Secondly, if you still don't let go, I don't mind throwing you out of the cellar to sober up."

As it was about today's welfare, Artes immediately followed Snape's force and let go, stopped making trouble, stood aside obediently, leaned over to reveal the breakfast on the table, his eyes were filled with endless smiles, and he seriously extended the invitation.

"I wonder if it would be an honor to have breakfast with the Head of Slytherin?"