HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces raised his hand and stretched it out tentatively.

Snape didn't know what he was going to do, so he didn't move.

Within sight, Asseth flexed his knuckles, his hand gradually came closer, and then he knocked lightly.

It doesn't hurt, just a little weird.

Snape poked secretly and stretched out his evil claws.

"Is this a mental breakdown? It seems very..."

So cool.

Asseth discovered a new world and recalled the feeling just now, unaware that danger was approaching.

"bang bang bang-"

Three critical hits in a row.

Aces covered his head in confusion.

Snape raised his lips in success and put away the culprit's claws as if nothing had happened, unilaterally deciding that this would be his attack method in the future.

The atmosphere in the potions room was peaceful.

Facts have proved that people's joys and sorrows are really not connected. Some people are happy while others are sad. Some people are chased in the ice and snow in the winter.

After being chased for a long time, Haierbo ran more and more smoothly.

A black shadow like a shooting star streaked across the vast snow, followed by a long list of yells and curses.

"Asshole! I will kill you sooner or later."

"damned……"

Susanna sat by the highest window of Cavendish Manor and looked into the distance, writing a letter to her dream lover in France. She happened to witness the passing meteor.

Her reason told her that this was not a meteor, but her body honestly closed her eyes and began to make a wish.

"I hope that the ideal type I meet in the future will be longer and more handsome, both single, and have colorful hair... it should be long, preferably ankle-length, and the family has money, and by the way, it must not be British!"

Susanna added the last sentence solemnly and repeated it several times before she calmly picked up the quill and continued writing to the lover of her dreams.

As for those vague curses, she must have heard them wrong.

Women with deafness are quite confident.

Snowflakes were falling, and Malfoy Manor, which was dozens of miles away, was also shrouded in heavy snow.

The branches could not bear the weight of the snow, and they bent to the extreme and suddenly broke, sending up white mist.

The fog dispersed, and there were a few more black spots on the snow.

A group of people walked into the manor through the snow. They lowered their heads in despair and fear. Their bodies were covered with falling snow, and their feet were stained with a lot of dust.

When a Death Eater saw them, he pulled the person next to him and laughed heartily.

There was another good show today.

The few people who came back dejectedly had no results from their mission and immediately had to face their owners who often went crazy. They were not in the mood to care about their ridicule.

Among so many people, only Bella drew her wand and frantically scared away those who dared to laugh at her.

He's so energetic. It looks like he can block ten Cruciatus Curses. I hope he can stand in front of me later.

Lucius quietly moved his steps, stood behind Bella, and walked forward as if he were dead.

Arriving in front of Voldemort's room, many Death Eaters stopped in unison and looked at Bella, who was waving her wand with her teeth and claws open.

Bella lived up to expectations, pulled them apart and ran forward to knock on the door.

"Get in."

The voices inside were very violent.

Lucius and the other Death Eaters shook three times and stepped back in small steps to give Bella, who was not afraid of death, room to perform.

Bella opened the door and walked in first.

"Master, I failed to live up to your expectations. There is nothing in that house except two bedbugs."

Lucius lowered his head desperately and cursed Bella in his mind for being stupid. These words were like complaining that the information given by Voldemort was inaccurate and that he lived too long to live too long.

The other eye-catching Death Eaters more or less noticed something was wrong in Bella's words, and followed Lucius in lowering his head, and the timid ones already knelt down.

Voldemort laughed in anger, and tapped his wand on the table, making a pleasant rhythm, like a warning before death, hitting everyone's fragile heart.

"Da da da"

Finally, a Death Eater's psychological defense was broken and he collapsed on the ground, begging his master for forgiveness with his eyes.

Voldemort raised his hand.

The room was suddenly filled with red light.

All those who failed the mission received punishment.

After feeling comfortable venting, Voldemort found Bella who could still barely kneel.

"Tell me what's going on again."

By now, no matter how crazy Bella was, she knew there was something wrong with what she just said, so she immediately carefully worded her report on the mission.

Voldemort closed his eyes and listened. He would not move if he heard something that suited his ears. If he heard something that did not please his ears, he would wave his wand and randomly select a lucky person for the Cruciatus Curse.

Lucius had already been prepared to hide behind Bella and randomly draw so many, but he just missed him.

He began to feel grateful for his choice.

After Bella finished reporting the situation, a large number of Death Eaters fell behind her. She herself had also suffered several Cruciatus Curses, but she was no better than them.

Voldemort opened his eyes and picked out the only briquette that was not sweating among a group of swaying briquettes.

"You can go, Lucius stays."

Lucius's feet went weak and he almost knelt down.

No one sympathized with Lucius, who had managed to avoid most of the punishment. He fell to the ground and several people, their hands still twitching, quickly left with their wands between their hands.

Finally, Bella, who has the ability to move, closes Lucius's door of hope.

Lucius: I really want to curse.

"Lucius," Voldemort shouted.

Lucius stood up and said, "Master, I am here to listen to your instructions."

"You don't have to participate in future search missions. I have a new mission for you, a mission that only you can know and complete."

Voldemort pressed his wand to Lucius' shoulder and leaned toward his ear.

"I want to see your son, Lucius."

Lucius fell into an ice cellar.

His son, Draco!

"Go and bring him to see me. I know you still have contact. Lucius, do you really think he will trust you and help you? Only I, only your great master, can have such magnanimity and tolerance for you. , don’t let me down, Lucius.”

Voldemort's words cut into Lucius's heart. The wand in his sleeve felt very powerful at this moment, constantly urging him to take it out and kill the bastard in front of him who dared to take advantage of his son.

But he couldn't beat it.

And he can't die. There are Sissy and Draco behind him, so he can't die.

Lucius swallowed his raging resentment and anger, and fell to the ground in fear.

"Yes Master."

Voldemort straightened up with satisfaction.

"Go to Severus and he will be able to provide you with some help."

The moment Lucius took over the task, Snape was also talking to Artes about it.

The two of them came out after refining the potion. The cellar was at a constant temperature, so it was a bit hot to stay in the potion room for a long time.

The fireplace burns with false flames.

Aces was lying on the sofa next to him, holding a book on the history of alchemy in his hand, and asked doubtfully: "Voldemort wants to see Draco? Has he been lied to again?"

Snape also held a book in his hand.

But he was sitting, and his thighs were forced to be used as pillows for someone.

Hearing Asseth's words, he took away the book and lowered his head.

"What were you cheated on?"

"I only found out today." Asseth threw the book aside and said without a word, "Voldemort's recent behavior is all because he was deceived by the snake. I guess he has some treasure? I don't know the details. What he’s looking for doesn’t exist anyway.”